This one is loosely based on the crazy snowstorm that some parts of Canada and the US are getting right now, just as a little holiday fun for the group!

Bolivia centric, no major spoilers, I don't own Fringe (tear tear) :P

Enjoy!!!

The Anatomy of a Snowstorm

"WALTER! That's a red light!!" Peter yelled at the top of his lungs.

The scientist slammed on the breaks and every occupant of the car lurched forward. Walter seemed quite unaffected by it and regained his posture quickly. Meanwhile, Astrid who was in the passenger seat was rubbing her neck where the seat belt had left a nice welt mark. In the back seat, Olivia, who had offered to occupy the middle seat to make room for the pile of presents, had the pleasure of a seatbelt that only reached across her waist. Peter, who was squished between her and the window, had flung his arm out to stop Olivia from catapulting forward while getting a decent case of whiplash himself.

"Are you ok?" Peter asked Olivia, dropping his arm.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied, rubbing her stomach and wincing.

Still not convinced that Olivia was all right, Peter turned on his father. "Walter…!"

Walter shrugged meekly. "It was only a little jolt, Peter, and I'm quite sure that you would not have been able to see that light change color in all this snow." He gestured to the nearly solid wall of white that surrounded them with a simple wave of his hand.

"Well obviously I did notice it or we wouldn't be alive to discuss it." Peter muttered under his breath.

"What was that, son?" Walter asked lightly.

"Nothing," Peter huffed and folded his arms across his chest as if to put up a barrier to his father.

"Oh, here we go!" Walter exclaimed excitedly as the light turned green and the car gave another lurch, this time going forward and whipping everyone's head back to crash into the headrest a little too strongly.

Peter opened his mouth to argue with his father again, but Astrid cut him off before World War III could begin. "How much longer do you think it'll be until we're there?"

"Not long now, Asterix."

Peter opened his mouth again to correct his father, but then thought better of it and turned to Olivia. "Are you sure that you're ok?"

Truth be told, she wasn't feeling great. A nasty headache had begun pounding at the inside of her skull, her stomach hadn't taken the lurching well and was making her a bit nauseous, and one of the presents must have shifted (despite the fact that Walter had bungee corded them all together) and the corner of a particularly pointy box was digging into her thigh.

"For now, yeah, I'm fine," she lied through her teeth and tried to shift her position to relieve her leg of the stabbing pain without looking like she was trying to move closer to Peter.

"Get some rest," he advised, "even with Walter here driving at warp speed, it'll still be another hour or so until we're at the lodge." Olivia nodded and tried to find a spot to rest her head. There was no way she was going to sleep against the pointy presents of death, so her only other option was Peter's shoulder. She gulped. That wouldn't be awkward at all. I was just wondering if I could use your shoulder as a pillow? Not gonna happen.

But Peter seemed to notice her predicament and nudged her with his elbow and patted his shoulder. Olivia stared at him a moment, slightly surprised that he would offer, but accepted his offer and laid her head down. Peter was warm, and his coat provided a nice, soft place for her head to rest.

Walter happened to glance in the rearview mirror at that moment and caught a glimpse of Olivia, eyes closed, her head on his son's shoulder… and of Peter's smile. The scientist chuckled to himself. He was happy that his son had finally met a nice girl like Olivia.

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Two hours later, Walter pulled the car onto the shoulder of the highway. "This isn't the lodge Walter…" Astrid informed him.

"My dear, do you really think it wise to continue to drive in this weather?" Walter asked. Astrid glanced out the window at the bleak whiteness and she noticed that visibility was getting worse; plus, it was nearly dark.

"Ok, we should find somewhere to stay for the night until this blows over," she agreed.

They began driving again. Not more than a minute into the drive, Walter asked inquisitively, "Are the lovebirds still asleep?"

Astrid peeked behind her at the backseat and giggled.

Olivia was still asleep on Peter's shoulder, but Peter must have drifted off at one point for his head was resting on top of Olivia's. They looked like the perfect couple.

The junior agent turned her eyes on the road again, smiling, "Yes they are, Walter."

Shall I continue it???

I have part of the next piece written already, but only if you guys like it...?

You know what that means..... reviewwwwwwws! (please?)