A/N: I am so exhausted all the time so I'm very sorry if this takes a while to update or anything. :/ I apologize in advance. :P

Disclaimer: Still nada. Damn.

"Aunt Liv?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Why are you drawing tulips?" the little girl inquired, frowning slightly as she watched her aunt absently drawing tulips over and over again.

"Am I?" Olivia looked down, dumbfounded, and continued slowly,"Huh. That's odd."

It had been three days with Rachel and Ella. Rachel had begun searching for jobs the day after she'd arrived, as well as apartments. Today Olivia had the day off and there was no place she would rather be than with her niece relaxing in her apartment. Rachel was out apartment-hunting again. It'd been a rough few days and eventually Broyles had to kick her out; she wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was one of three agents (though only she and Lincoln went out in the field; Astrid only went to crime scenes) in Fringe Division or if he genuinely cared and was concerned for her well being. Either way, it didn't really matter; she got to spend a fun day with Ella.

It was nine o'clock, and they were planning around 10:30 to go to the lab to check up on Walter, see if he needed anything. Then they would go sightseeing around Boston, something Olivia secretly enjoyed. They'd have a quick lunch and spend the afternoon at home giving each other makeovers. It sounded fun and therapeutic; Olivia was more than looking forward to it.

"They're pretty," Ella replied, bringing Olivia back.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she smiled softly at her, "I'm sorry I'm so tired, Ella. It's just been a very long week at work. Very busy."

"It's okay," she grinned, "Mom says you do some really cool and important classified stuff and that if you have to work today not to be too disappointed."

"Did she now?" Olivia made a note to talk to Rachel about not setting Ella up for disappointment, "Well, then you're very lucky my phone just happens to be dead and I can't seem to find the charger."

Ella raised an eyebrow, then understanding dawned and she laughed, "You're funny, Liv."

"Thank you, baby girl. I try my best," Olivia smiled fondly at her.

A few minutes passed by in comfortable silence. Olivia cleaned up the remnants of breakfast and wrinkled her nose. She rummaged around as casually as she could before sighing, frustrated, and turning towards Ella, who was now watching her aunt with a confused expression on her young face.

"Ella, do you smell that?"

"Smell what, Aunt Liv?"

"Nothing. It must be just me, but it smells really, really bad in here. Almost smells like sour milk..." Olivia gagged, clapping a hand over her mouth and running towards her bathroom with Ella calling after her.

She barely made it to the toilet; she didn't have time to close the door and so she knelt in front of the toilet and heaved. Once her stomach was empty and the dry-heaving had subsided, Olivia groaned and tried to stand, but she found herself extremely dizzy and sank back down onto the cool tiles, head leaning against the cold porcelain of the toilet (which she had somehow, in her daze, managed to flush).

Ella walked in, finding her aunt lying there and frowned, knowing she needed to call her mom. She left Olivia and padded into her room, grabbing Olivia's cell phone and punching in the number her mother had made her memorize. Rachel answered on the fifth ring.

"Livia, can you call back? I'm in the middle of something here..."

"Mom?"

"Ella? How'd you get Olivia's phone?"

"I think Olivia's sick."

"How so?"

"Well, she asked me if I smelled anything bad in the kitchen. I didn't and she said that it smelled like sour milk and ran off to the bathroom. She's sitting there with her head against the toilet. I don't know if she can get up or not."

There was a pause, a sigh, and then finally, "I'll be right there, Ella. I need you to go in there and feel Olivia's forehead for me, okay?"

"Okay."

Ella walked into the bathroom to find Olivia heaving again. When she was done, Olivia groaned at the sight of her niece, feeling guilty because she probably wouldn't be able to leave. Ella came over to her and pressed a little hand against her forehead before telling Rachel, "She's not warm."

"Alright, well I'll be there soon. Try to leave her alone, Bug."

"Bye, mom."

"Bye. Love you."

Ella hung up and explained quickly, "I called mom because you might be sick and I don't know what to do."

Olivia smiled, "You did the right thing. You're a smart girl, Ella."

Ella grinned happily, "Thanks, Aunt Liv."

"No problem, baby girl. Now if you don't mind, please leave?"

"Okay," Ella said, "I'll go wait for mom."

"That'd be so helpful. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ella left and ten minutes later, opened the door for Rachel, who immediately went to the bathroom. She found Olivia with her head against the toilet and kneeled next to her, a hand on her sister's knee. Olivia's green eyes focused lazily on her and Rachel tried to smile reassuringly.

"Hey," Olivia croaked.

"Hey. I heard you weren't feeling well," Rachel swallowed, "You should go to the doctor."

"I'm fine, Rachel. Spring flu is all," Olivia protested hoarsely, "Seriously, I'm okay."

"Well, that may be but I'm not, especially seeing you like this, so please?"

Olivia sighed, nodding slightly, "Fine."

"I'll call your doctor."

Rachel left to do that and came back to find Olivia up and brushing her teeth. Olivia made sure she looked presentable before they left; her appointment was at ten forty-five, and it was now ten-twenty. Rachel was taking her; Olivia's twenty-year-old neighbor, Corinne, was watching Ella while they were out.

Olivia slid into the passenger seat of her car; Rachel was driving. It was silent, and Olivia was drawing absently again. Rachel glanced over briefly at a light.

"Liv?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you drawing tulips?"