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Summary: Drabbles, one-shot random pairings, and situations with Astrid. Because the poor girl doesn't get enough love in fic.

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Television > FringesmolderFR18159,0691102,69618 Oct 119 Feb 12No


Title: Super
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fringe belongs to J. J. Abrams, Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci.
A/N: These drabbles aren't connected and won't be in chronological order.
A/N 2: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

Lightning crawled along her arm. If she spread her fingers wide she could watch it jump in little arcs between them. It was fascinating.

Terrifying…but fascinating.

"You know, you've got them in your hair too," Peter leaned against the table and said to her with a grin. He reached out to poke a curl only to snatch his hand back quickly when it shocked him.

"How's your control coming?" she asked trying not to show her amusement as he frowned and rubbed his numbed finger. There were fires all the time when this first happened but lately the uncontrollable flares only seemed to coincide with his temper.

In response to her question Peter opened his hand and a tiny flame appeared in the center of his palm. She applauded, impressed, (making little sparks skitter across her skin and a few jump in the air) and stopping them both from noticing Walter coming up behind them to suddenly clap Peter on the back and brightly exclaim, "Very good, son!"

Which, of course, startled the man in question, causing the tiny flame to flare into a large column before guttering out abruptly.

Peter glared at his father but the other man didn't seem to notice. Partially to divert an argument and partially because the woman hadn't been in the office yet this morning she asked, "And how's Olivia doing?"

Effectively distracted he sighed, "Not so good"

"Hey," a voice said in a rather annoyed tone, causing them all to jump. "I can hear you."

"But we can't see you, my dear," Walter said cheerily before actually skipping off to his work table. All the new powers to experiment with (/on) had made him positively giddy.

"Oh," the voice took on a slightly sheepish tone before Olivia became visible a little ways away from them smiling awkwardly.

Although no one would say it out loud, none of them were entirely surprised that out of all the possible super powers one could acquire, Olivia got invisibility. It suited her in a way. She had been trying to blend in, either consciously or subconsciously, her whole life. This was just another means.

They were all much more surprised this had happened in the first place. Walter's later hypothesis was that all Fringe events, in and of themselves, simply radiated their own sort of bizarre power. And after years of working so close with so many of them – well, it had affected them. (This might or might not be what actuallyi happened, but it was the sole theory they had to go on at the moment.)

Astrid got lightning, Peter got fire, Olivia got invisibility, and Walter…Walter was indestructible.

Nothing seemed to be able to physically hurt him anymore. Ever since they had discovered their powers he had been finding new and different ways to test how far it went. And honestly, they were all slightly scared over what he might try in the lab now that he no longer had his own well being to consider (however little he might seem to do so in the past). But one good thing was that at least, in these early stages, Peter and Astrid didn't have to worry about harming him with their often fluctuating powers.

Before Olivia could say anything else her phone rang again and she answered it with a frown. Within seconds after she started talking she disappeared again. Olivia's powers seemed to be linked to her emotions and she had been under a lot of stress with this. Trying to explain Fringe was usually hard enough. Having the entire team suddenly develop super powers added another level of difficulty.

(Astrid was putting off letting her know that she was also pretty sure Gene was slightly telekinetic. Just slightly.)

"You know there's only one thing left to do now," Peter said into the sudden quiet of the room.

"Drink?" Astrid responded with a raised eyebrow and quirk of her lips.

He let out a bark of a laugh, "Well, I was going to say put on spandex and fight crime, but I think drinking works pretty well in this situation, too."

"Rubber," Walter muttered not looking up from his welding (which he was doing without protective gear).

Astrid and Peter just waited for a moment but he didn't continue on his own. So, after sharing an amused understanding grin, Peter took the bait and went ahead and asked the question.

"What was that, Walter?"

"What?" his father asked looking up startled.

Peter sighed tiredly settling in mentally for a conversation with his father. "Rubber. You said rubber, Walter."

"Oh, yes, of course," he grinned, the expression brightening his face. He turned to face the two of them fully still holding the lit torch in his hand. "You were speaking of spandex -,"

"We were joking, Walter," Peter tried to say patiently.

"But in the case of Astro," he continued.

"Astrid," they both corrected automatically.

"Although, if you're looking for superhero names," Peter muttered in a dry undertone.

"And I certainly don't have to worry about anyone figuring out my real identity if I ever team up with your father," Astrid giggled.

"….a suit of rubber would be more appropriate than one made out of spandex," Walter had continued as if they weren't talking.

"Wait…," Astrid said as what she heard hit her. "Did you just suggest I wear a rubber body suit?"

"Yes," Walter nodded. "With your electrical powers I believe that it would help ground you. Increase your control – keep the current you produce now more internalized." Misinterpreting her expression he hurried on, "If I am remembering correctly, there are some quite fetching ones made with a mixture of latex at several sexual fetish shops."

Astrid blushed slightly, "I know, Walter. Thank you."

"Ah, good," he smiled again and returned to his tinkering but she could feel another pair of eyes on her.

Another pair of rather amused eyes.

"Don't say anything, Peter," she warned refusing to look at him.

"Hey," he spread his hands out wide, "I'm not. And I'm certainly not telling you how to dress, Astrid…. but," he tried hard to keep his grin down, "if we start that superhero might be a look."
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