Pairing: olivia/alt!charlie, olivia/charlie, olivia/peter
Fic Title: on your gun barrel, you see the general fear
Genre: Episode related, ansgt
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is both beautifully complex and beautifully simple. The emotion (and romance?), though subtle is lovely and genuine. Olivia's struggle with her memories, with herself, and with the two universes is expressed with such depth, and such vivid feeling, it's amazing.
The first time he calls her Livvy, he’s touching her face.
He’s more gentle with her than she ever thought he could be, and she thinks maybe that’s unfair. But even then, his fingers ghosting down the side of her jaw, back up again to tuck a strand of darker hair behind her ear, she finds herself thinking of the other, thinking of a different man, and she is sure she would have made a similar judgement about him as well.
She can’t decide if that makes this more fair, or less.
(But in a hospital room, in a hospital, the same day he died, and it’s so strange, isn’t it? Charlie died, yet here he is, but it isn’t him, it’s not the same man who died that day, at the hospital, the same day he pressed his hand to her head, so firm, the heat and the pressure against her hair, all that blonde, and maybe, maybe, it goes farther than that, they have gone farther than that, and she is no longer the same woman who had laid there and said, Charlie, I am so afraid).
“Smile for me,” Charlie says, and his hand falls from her face.
And she does, a little half crescent of a grin, her front teeth barely showing. He shades his disappointment with concern; she will never ask him if he misses her.