I Suddenly Remembered My Charlemagne

AN: Written for the op_ficathon, as requested by marymc, who wanted mindreading. I am terrifically sorry for being late.

For me, the iconic picture of Fringe has always been Olivia, crouched in the white spot of that burned room. I've wondered what it would look like if the room had been black to start with.

Thanks to irony_rocks for the beta (even though I'm obstinate, and didn't change a few of them), and to lone_pyramid for not letting me give up (or giving up on me).

Spoilers: This takes place after the end of season two, spec for season three (unsubstantiated, so I suspect I am nearly entirely wrong, but I kept away from spoilers in order to write this fic, so that should count for something!)

Pairing: Olivia/Peter

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe, nor do I make any profit from writing this story. The title and the summary are taken from Bob Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue”.

Summary:
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through

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( Fire in the Sun )

Gravity_Not_Included, September 3, 2010

AN: lone_pyramid requested the Warehouse 13 ferrets making an appearance on Fringe.

(Yes, a group of ferrets is really called a Business. I checked. There's an older term, "fresnyng", but not a lot of pun potential.)

Spoilers: No real spoilers, beyond vague hints at both shows.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Summary: Mrs. Frederic hates interdepartmental cooperation in general and the FBI in particular.

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( The Business of Ferrets )

Gravity_Not_Included, August 1, 2010