so, new story. season 4 compliant. (well, maybe) Peter is gone, that's for sure (or is he? -shut up) I guess you'll just have to read to find out! ;)

I own nothing but the typos.

"Why are you so rigid, Olivia?"

He comes up behind her, a purr in his voice. He does not know why, but she is the more beautiful of the two of them, blonde hair and suits and all. His fingers gently trace down her spine, light butterfly touches and should cause her to shiver. It would cause his Olivia to shiver. But not her. She remains like a rock.

And it's oddly endearing.

He likes to think about her, all stiff and rigid at work, likes to think about the mystery behind her. She and her are so different that it's almost hard to believe they are the same person. He likes to think about how she works, how she does things so methodically and with purpose. Her spontaneity is reserved, quiet. And he wants to find that- oh how he wants to find that.

She stands still and lets him unbutton her jacket for her, his fingers splaying across her stomach. He likes the muscle he finds there, rock hard and steaming with tension. And all he really wants to do is roll his fingers over the skin until they are gone and she is jelly in his palms. She was the best kind of dessert he could ever hold in his palms.

Now she is smiling, but it's so different from her smile. He really can't compare- it just wouldn't be fair. They are so different. Olivia turns around in his arms and stares at him, built strong and tough by layers of being the leader and being strong. His arms are well toned, well defined and standing at attention in his white t-shirt, dirtied by the days events.

She can't help but feel drawn to him.

Perhaps, She wonders, that he can fill the hole. He can close the gap in my heart. And as she smoothes her fingers over a strange bright orange spot she twists her mouth and looks up at him.

"What?" he asks, fingers running over her bottom lip as she bites it. He loves when she does so, for some reason it's so much sexier when she does it.

Probably because she's so stiff, so regal, so formal. And his Liv, well she's so...non formal. She's fun and casual and full of sarcasm. She's got witty comebacks at each turn and makes snarky- borderline mean- remarks to others. Especially to the woman standing in front of him now, she seems to be the object of her attention. His Liv likes nothing more than to poke at the wounds she's trying to heal.

Liv will never understand this. Not the way he's touching her.

"Maybe," she starts, "We could go to my place for dinner."

Lincoln is shocked by her declaration, and she can see it on his face. It's not a bad shocked, it's a good one as he smiles back at her.

"I've never seen your place," he adds lightly, "It'll be a nice change from the mess of mine." She laughs with him and it's the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard in his entire life. She lets go of his arms and turns around, buttoning up the jacket he had just unbuttoned. He watched her walk out of the changing room and followed her to the bridge.

Idly he wondered what the difference between their apartments would be, but he would never ask that allowed. He is sure hers is neat and tidy, just like she is. But he wonders the colors, the layout. Did she like yellow as his Liv did? He could only imagine.

Peter was thoroughly disturbed from his resting spot on his side of the bed by a large man hitting the mattress. If he hadn't moved in time, he would have been squished underneath him. Rolling over to her side, he watched as his Olivia looked down hungrily at the man in Peter's place. Her fingers start at the top of her shirt as she begins to unbutton it. The man bounced back up and yanks her towards him. Peter studies his face. It was Lincoln Lee, of their universe, undressing his Olivia. He sits up on the bed and furled his hands into fists. Taking a swing at the figure, he was not surprised to see his fist go right through him.

"You are an unbelievable cook," Lincoln said, pulling Olivia down on top of him. Olivia smiled at him, curtain of wavy blonde hair tickling his side. Peter stood up and looked around the room.

Lincoln gives her a deep, strong kiss, brushing her white shirt from her shoulders, fingers splaying across her back. Her fingers soothed over his strong chest, her hips shifting slightly against his creating the most delicious of all kinds of friction.

"Mmm," Lincoln murmurs against her sugary lips, "This tastes much better than any dessert I could ever have," he mumbles into her neck. He returns to kissing her skin, the taste sweeter than all candy in the world.

Out of nowhere a vas comes sailing at them. It shatters against the wall above them, pieces falling down and striking their skin. But nothing happens. They can not feel it, see it, hear it. Peter throws another thing, this time a picture frame, watching it shatter against the wall.

"Don't do this Olivia!" he shouts angrily as the two shift, Lincoln rolling on top of her.

"Don't do this to me!" he screams, throwing another object. He needs to catch her attention, he has to catch her attention. But nothing is working. They can not feel him, or see him, or hear him. Olivia doesn't even know him.

"You are so beautiful," Lincoln murmurs against her velvet skin, hands tracing down her sides. She is such a goddess, a beautiful blonde goddess underneath him with silken skin. He could not get enough of her skin in his palms, just touching her skin drove him crazy, and all he wanted to do was become buried in her softness. He likes the way she squirms beneath him, so he can worship her from above. And when she rolls them over again, he loves to worship her from beneath.

"No!" Peter screams, reaching for the covers. He yanks and it falls away, but appears back at them, underneath them, as if he never touched it in the first place. Shattered objects have returned to their places from where he took them.

Peter reaches for her and wraps his arms around her waist, passing right through her. She is too busy with her lips pressed to Lincoln's collarbone and he can't even touch her. She doesn't even feel him.

"Olivia! Stop!"

His heart is breaking as Lincoln pulls away Olivia's clothing, and he tries again to pull her away from him again. He strikes at Lincoln, pillows, blankets, sheets, but nothing. Nothing is happening. They are continuing with their actions and he can't stop them.

"Olivia," he breaks out, smashing his hand into the wall, "Olivia..." he sobs off. He grasps his hair and sinks to the floor in the corner, eyes shut, sobbing hysterically. His Olivia was right there...within reach...and out of his arms.

He covers his ears, but it won't stop the ring of her laugh or the grunt of his voice. Nothing blocks out the rocking of the bed, the squeaking of the mattress. And Peter clasps his ears in his hands, sobbing harder, louder, like a child scared shitless. He rocks himself, listening to his own breathing. The woman that meant everything to him, she was gone, out of his reach.

If only he could reach out to her, to touch her. But he's tried everything he knows. He's tried writing to her, speaking to her, laying next to her, touching her. But she ignores him like he's not even there...because he isn't. And he wants to be there. He just wants this nightmare to end.

Lincoln plays with strands of her hair on his face, blowing them up and occasionally sucking one into his mouth. He likes the way it tastes and she doesn't seem to mind the weird things he did. Her skin was slick with sweat, and he loved the way it felt as he ran his fingers across her back and over her shoulders. She purred and rolled her naked body against him, causing him to move against her. She was perfection in his arms.

"Where did you learn that?" she laughs, burying her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his sweaty skin. It was a warm salty scent, and she enjoyed it. If she thought about it there was a spice to it, a spice that was all his.

"What?" he says rolling around.

"That one thing," she says, blushing.

"Which one thing?" he asks, "I've learned a lot of things."

And he begins attacking her skin again, drawing circles with his tongue down her chest. She's laughing and squirming but he's holding her still with his hands on her hips. She's laughing as he gets lower and gasps when he reaches that sweet spot between her legs. She screeches and giggles loudly, looking down at him with that perfect radiant smile on her lips.

And Peter can only watch from the corner, eyes blurry, face raw from tears as this man- this false love, takes his place in her heart.

He's going to win her back though. He has too.

He's not sure if he'd ever survive without her.

Okay, so this is a multi chapter fix, so don't worry, you'll get to see more! I promise! But tell me, what do you think?