Spoilers: The cure, Dream Logic.

Disclaimer: They are not mine. No thank you, they make me cry too much.

Incredibly boring and long author's note:

I didn't expect this one! I was actually expecting to publish one of the other eight fics I'm working on, but at this point I'm just happy to publish something, I can't seem to be able to finish anything. Anyway, the most important here first is that I want to thank Ocean, zeusfluff, JTF2, wjobsessed, Rilla3, JT4Life, maddie, stelallux24 and Xeen Cyr at , and to Agui, bookworn2342 and Dr. Prometheus at fringe forum; I hope I'm not forgetting anybody, thank you for your reviews. They are worth more than I can express with words. REALLY.

I'll place this between "Dream Logic" and "Earthling", just for timeline sake. I really hope this isn't too corny or uncharacter like, but I needed to write something that made Olivia emotional, I noticed after "Grey Matters" (too late) that her character seems unemotional lately, I'm not sure if that was the writers intention or something that just happened, I dwell about this on another fic. So, after the rambling, please any comment will be highly appreciated, and since my first language is not English (Anybody interested on beta work? I just can offer cyber cookies and constant gratitude) I just hope this is not full of mistakes. Enjoy!

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Green

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Olivia knew he was watching her, he was just standing there, leaning on the frame door, one hand in his jean's pockets, the other behind his back and that smirk on his face.

She had been cranky all day, today from all days; she just wanted it to be over.

"What are you doing?"

She dropped the pen exasperated.

"What does it look like am doing? The report, from Oregon."

His expression didn't change, it almost seemed like he was purposely being cheerful. It irritated her to no end. She picked up the pen and kept writing.

"Aren't you going to ask me what am I hiding?"

Olivia dropped the pen again.

"Peter, I really don't have time for this right now, so please, can I finish my report?"

Peter didn't even flinch and approached the desk.

"Sure."

She picked up her pen with her last thread of patience. Peter stayed where he was; in front of her desk. She looked up, dropped the pen, crossed her arms and sat comfortably on her chair; with her most sarcastic tone she asked: "Okay, let's see it, what is it? Walter's new toy? What?" Mid sentence Olivia started to make angry movements with her hands.

Peter; trying to hide his amusement in his smile, put his hand out from behind his back and placed a small white jewelry box with a blue ribbon on her desk. Olivia's expression changed almost immediately going from annoyance to regret to embarrassment.

"You remembered." Her tone was very soft and her cheeks got a light shade of pink.

"C'mon, open it."

Olivia took the box from her desk hesitantly hiding her eyes from Peter. It has been so long since somebody had given her a present, especially on her birthday, since pretty much everybody knew she didn't like to celebrate, and she felt touched. He had just been trying to cheer up her day a little.

She removed the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box; inside there were four hairpins, green emeralds forming a garland.

"For your new hairdo."

Olivia didn't look up; he would notice the unshed tears.

"They are beautiful. Thank you."

Peter went around the desk and took the box from her hand.

"May I?"

Their eyes meet for a second, she saw sparkling blue, he saw shy green.

"Sure."

His touch was warm, foreign, electrical and tender at the same time.

Peter bended her head front and slowly placed each hairpin around her messy bun; he felt incredibly nervous. He was right; this was too personal, too much.

"All done."

Olivia felt them with her hand; before she could do much Peter stopped her mid movement.

"Careful there, don't mess with my work of art."

Their hands met. She could not remember the last time she felt this warm inside.

Peter went around the desk again and sat on the opposite chair, his smile was still there. Olivia took the box and fidgeted with it for a moment, Peter made a movement to rise from the chair but Olivia's voice stopped him.

"My mom had some like this... beautiful with green stones; they glistened on the sunlight every time she wore them. She told me once she will give them to me..." Olivia made a pause still playing with the box, "Rachel found them when we cleared up all her things, she liked them and I had got my mother's wedding ring, so Rachel kept them, it seemed fair. I think she lost them a while ago."

Olivia's office was silent for a moment.

"I think they looked better on me when I tried them on."

They both laughed. Olivia looked up directly into Peter's eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. Peter lifted his hand and brushed it away, a huge smile on his face.

"There you are. I thought we have lost you."

Olivia knew he had noticed too, she was losing herself and her feelings in this battle.

"I let you finish your report now." He was closing the door when she called him back.

"Thank you, really. They are really beautiful."

They smiled at each other.

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Weeks later, at picking up the Bishops at home she picked a picture, in it, who she assumed to be Peter's mother was wearing the same exact hairpins.

She touched them remembering Peter's touch.

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