Fic Title: Beneath Another Sky
Rating/Warning(s): Teen+, spoilers through the end of season 2.
Genre: Angst, episode-related, hurt/comfort
Why This Must Be Read: Olivia comes home after the events of the s2 finale, but coming home isn't easy. If you're up for a deep, dark look at one possible way Over There could go, you should look at this gorgeous piece. The emotions of this fic - just, guh. It rips your heart out in a way that kinda makes you begging for more, because the author has a fabulous voice for Olivia in this, and the idea she explores is deftly handled. All the characterizations ring true, and you're kinda left breathless throughout the fic, feeling the same sense of claustrophobia that Olivia feels as she reintegrates with her life after the events of the s2 finale.
I cannot recommend this one enough.
Peter tries to explain, completely out of the blue while they're carrying boxes up from her SUV. She thinks this time she's really never going to unpack, not after loosing the only place that she'd considered to be her home since she was nine. He sets a box of DVDs down on top of a stack of other boxes and says, "I should have known it wasn't you."
Olivia freezes. She feels for a moment like her heart's stopped, then it slams back to life, pounding so hard she's dizzy.
"We were just so busy when we came back. Everything was weird, and we were exhausted, and she…"
"Olivia." He clenches his jaw and looks stubborn and scared. "We have to talk about this. We can't just ignore it."
She shakes her head and stares at her feet. She can feel Peter watching her and it makes her skin crawl. She's reminded of The Secretary, and she's shaking, backing away from him. She bumps into a box, startles herself. She stares down at the box, full of her things in this new place that's supposed to be her home, and when she looks up at Peter she isn't shaking anymore. She's still.
Peter must see the change because tears well in his eyes and he says, "I'm sorry, Olivia."
His mouth opens and he just looks at her for a moment before he lowers his eyes and drops his head.
"You don't get to apologize for this. You don't get to make yourself feel better, or less guilty. I don't wan to hear it, Peter."
When he looks up at her tears are sliding down his cheeks. He looks so hurt and broken that she want to go to him, comfort him. She doesn't because she's hurt and broken, too.
"Just go. I'll get the rest of the boxes myself."
After he leaves she sinks to the floor, sits by a pile of boxes and cries. She doesn't talk to him for days.