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23 October 2010 @ 08:54 pm
Olivia/Peter fanfic : Here and There // Chapter 2  

N/A: Thank you all so much for the comments!

I've actually posted this already on ff.net , sorry for the wait, I should stop my Fringe Marathon XD

This is shorter, but it's also not the end. It looks like I'm doing a WIP again, whoops. This chapter is also un-betaed. Sorry for the mistakes/weird sentences!

Enjoy :)

(( To read Chapter 1, go THERE))




Here and There


Chapter Two

Dawn is breaking through the windows of the lab when the door opens and closes loudly behind them.

That sound is the only thing that manages to draw Peter out of his contemplation.

"Hey!" Astrid greets them with a panting and slightly tensed voice, as she comes closer. "I came as fast as I could. What's up with-"

But she stops abruptly as she reaches Peter…and the bed on which Olivia lies, Walter hovering over her. He's humming what sounds like an old pop song. Peter looks briefly at the young woman; her face is pale, and shocked.

"This can't be Altlivia. She's still at my place, I was with her less than fifteen minutes ago!"

"This is our Olivia Dunham," Walter says proudly, while changing the IV bag hanging near her bed. "It should become more obvious once she's blonde again."

Ignoring Walter's last remark, Astrid turns to Peter, her mouth opening and closing, repeatedly, before she finally utters: "How did you guys do it? When? Why didn't you call me?"

"We didn't do anything," Peter answers gravely, staring at Olivia again. "Surprisingly enough, she found a way to do it by herself."

"Did she now?" Astrid can't help but smile fondly. "If I weren't currently forced to cohabit with her Double, that would be proof enough to me that she's herself."

Peter clenches his teeth, remembering all too well what has happened less than two hours ago. He doesn't know if she's herself, yet.

"Is it…why is she tied up?" Astrid asks. While her voice had been full of relief and excitement seconds ago, she sounds worried again. She takes a better look around at the messy lab, before she stares at Peter with narrow eyes, taking in the bandage on his temple. "What happened here?"

Walter speaks then, using his most boring and monotone voice, all the while going on with his examination. "Olivia seems to have sensed Peter's presence in the lab tonight –from the lab on her side. It helped her focus just enough to open a door. Funny how Peter always has that sort of effect on her, isn't it? The opening of the door was rather violent, which explains Peter's wound and the general mess here. The journey was undoubtedly stressful on Olivia, considering how she tried to strangle Peter as soon as she arrived. I sedated her."

Astrid simply stares at him, mouth agape.

But before she can find something to say after his tirade, Olivia begins to move. She immediately starts pulling on the straps restraining her.

Peter reacts instinctively, leaning down to put a calming hand on her head, as she moans softly. "It's okay, Olivia, you're safe here."

She opens her eyes. They are wide and unfocused. She pulls harder on her straps. "Please, don't hurt me…" she moans. "No more injections, please…"

Her eyes start to roll in their sockets, and she suddenly arches her back.

"What's happening to her, Walter!" Peter shouts, now pushing her shoulders back on the bed as gently as he can, given the situation.

But Walter has already plunged a needle into her IV drip. "I can't tell you for sure, Peter. I would say she's obviously reliving something that has happened to her on the Other Side."

Peter's heart squeezes painfully in his chest at his words, as her muscles relax. Soon, her whole body has become limp.

"Did you sedate her again?" he asks, tensed.

But she opens her eyes then, lazily, and turns her head towards him. "I know your voice…" she whispers.

"Hardly," Walter answers, as if she hadn't spoken. "I just gave her something that will help...make her feel more relaxed. What is your name?"

His question is clearly directed to Olivia, whose eyes don't seem able to stop on anything specific at that instant.

"Olivia Dunham…"

"Good. What year is it?"

"2010…"

"Very good, very good… Which team is predicted to win the NLCS this year?"

"Walter!" Peter snaps, glaring at him. "What kind of question was that?"

"I want to know which one of her personalities is the strongest right now, hers, or the one they implanted."

"You're not going to get far asking for things that are true in both worlds, or about baseball." He turns his gaze back to her. She seems to be on the verge of unconsciousness again. "Olivia…when is the last time you saw your sister?"

Even numbed by the drugs, her face contracts. She whimpers.

"Olivia, when did you see Rachel for the last time?"

"Seven years ago…" she murmurs. "Just before she died…"

Peter's heart sinks. This means it is not her; this is not her memories… Astrid puts a reassuring hand on his arm.

But then Olivia speaks again: "Peter…"

He squeezes her hand, maybe too tightly, but he doesn't care. "I'm here, Liv. I'm with you."

"They locked me in the dark…" she moans, looking straight at him, with such despair and panic that it physically hurts him to look at her right now. "I want to go home…"

"You are home, Olivia." He says with a small, reassuring smile, despite the deep ache in his chest. "Where did we first meet, Liv?"

She sighs, and her eyes close again, sleep overtaking her. But one last word escapes her lips before she drifts into slumber. "Iraq..."

"Interesting, very interesting indeed!" Walter exclaims. "She seems to have access to both sets of memories right now. That explains her confusion; she doesn't know who she is, or what to believe."

"Can you make her herself again? Can you wipe the fake memories?" Peter doesn't like the lingering anguish that is resonating in his voice, but he doesn't give a damn about his ego at that instant.

"We can certainly try," Walter smiles. And then: "I will need some of that delicious cake we had once, though. The one that tastes like candy, and is named after it. Remember, Aster?"

Peter closes his eyes, unable to stand Walter's food obsession right now. Thank God for Astrid and her knowledge of Walter's favorite cakes.

"Do you mean the Snickers Bar Cheesecake? From the Cheesecake Factory?"

His eyes glitter excitedly. "Yes, that's it! Thank you, my dear."

"Walter…" Peter growls, his face pale and somber. "For once in your life, can you just don't-"

But Astrid squeezes his arm again, and he looks at her. "I'm on it," she says firmly, reassuringly. "You stay here and worry about her."

And that is exactly what he does.


The following two days are long, exhausting, and oddly uneventful, in the aftermath of what has happened. Mostly because Olivia is asleep during those two days.

A prolonged and 'restorative' (drug induced) sleep is Walter's idea, of course. They untie her, and every four hours or so, Walter would talk to her, directly into her ear, using his deepest voice.

He explains that, given their past experiences in the tank –not to mention his experiments in Jacksonville- she would trust his voice, even if she might not trust the man at that moment.

"You are safe here, Olivia"

"You are in no immediate danger."

"Just relax and surrender to the warmth surrounding you."

That's the general idea.

Peter is not sure he likes the fact that they are forcing those suggestions on her, while she's in such a weak state. But as Walter has told him, rather coldly: "If you don't like it my way, please feel free to restrain her again. I'm guessing that with her level of stress, combined with the aftershock of her cross over, she should be in pain and incapable of being rational for up to nine to twelve days."

So he lets her sleep, and listens to Walter's semi-hypnotic suggestions.

Needless to say that he could use some of this restorative sleep himself. He can't remember the last time he has had a real night sleep. For the past two days, he has been drowsing off on the chair near her bed every time he's alone in the lab with her…only to be awoken a very short while later by an upcoming nightmare (that includes those in his head and a very real Walter coming in, singing "Don't Stop Believing" from the top of his lungs.)

He ignores Astrid's advice to go home and get some real sleep. He can't. He wants to be here when she wakes up again.

He wants to be the first thing she sees. He wants to see recognition in her eyes. Trust.

He knows it's selfish, and that he doesn't deserve it. But he can't help it.

So, naturally, she chooses otherwise.

When he comes back from an inevitable bathroom trip, on the morning of the third day, she's not sleeping anymore. She's not even lying down. She has sat up, her legs dangling off the bed. She's looking around, taking in her surroundings.

He freezes at the sight of her. She's awake; she's awake and apparently not in a state of mind that would make her want to strangle people. But he knows.

He knows it might not be her. It might be this other Olivia, all over again. At that instant, knowing the truth will come out here and now, he doesn't know if he can take another blow. Not after all he's been through, ever since he has awoken in a hospital bed just like hers, finally knowing he had been lied to all his life.

He doesn't know if he can bear to see her body, her features, her smile, but undeniably not her when he looks into her eyes.

She becomes aware of his presence just then, and she turns her head to face him. He shouldn't have worried.

Because their eyes meet, and she looks back at him.

With haunted eyes.

For a fleeting second, he thinks he might cry. Or not. He could very well cry, laugh, scream, fall to his knees and kiss the ground; it would not be enough to convey the tremendous wave of relief that courses through him when he gazes into her eyes, and it is her soul he sees.

The moment is intense. And awkward. And endless.

Until she speaks. "Hey," she says, quietly.

Hey. To this day, no man –or woman- has found a better way to start a conversation, even in the strangest situation.

He can't help but smile then, a real smile. "Hey," he replies softly, unable to take his eyes off hers.

He can tell she's more uncomfortable than he is, by the way her hands are tightly griping the sheets on each side of her, her legs dangling slightly back and forth, nervously.

To his surprise, he suddenly realizes that her eyes are starting to fill up with tears. She finally looks away, pressing her lips together.

"I can't talk to you right now," she says after a long silence.

Even though her voice is soft and doesn't bear any accusation whatsoever, he feels his heart sink to the ground, his smile vanishing from his face.

He has told himself this would come, when they will be facing each other again. He knows they will need to talk, to be honest and admit their errors –meaning his errors. He knows things won't be the way they were before.

Before the Other Side…before the Other Olivia.

He just hasn't prepared himself to the possibility that this moment might come right away. Which is stupid, when he thinks of it. Did he really expect her to be overwhelmed with relief and joy at the sight of their world, of him? It's stupid.

And yet…

He swallows hard, blinking rather rapidly, as he tries to regain control of his emotions. She would need space, of course.

"It's all right," he says eventually, doing his best to hide the hurt in his voice. Because he deserves to be shut down. He owes her that much. "I understand."

But she looks at him again, then, her eyes red, as she's still fighting her tears. She shakes her head. "No, you don't. You can't."

Before having her in his life, he never knew each beat of your heart could be so painful. He clenches his teeth, trying very, very hard to keep his face composed. But he's pretty sure his eyes are as revealing as an open book. "Olivia…"

She shakes her head again, but doesn't look away. "I don't know what to think, Peter…" she whispers, and there is fear in her voice. "When I woke up, this place seemed so …familiar. And yet, a part of me has no idea where I am. I see you, and I…" she chokes then, and brings a trembling hand to her face, averting her eyes. "I know who you are, Peter. I remember everything, what I told you, what…what I feel about you. And yet, I don't." She looks up again, and stares right at him, anguish written all over her face. "I'm incapable of knowing what is real. Of differencing what is mine, from what is hers."

Despite the fact that it hurts him to see her in such obvious pain and confusion, he can't help but feel a heavy weight lift from his chest.

It's not because of what he has done, because of his betrayal. She can't talk to him because she literally can't process her broken personalities at that instant.

A malicious, jeering voice whispers in his ear that it doesn't change anything. She will know everything soon enough, anyway. But he shuts that voice down.

For now, she doesn't hate him, and that is more than enough.

"It's all right," he repeats finally, softly. Because what else can he say? "We'll find a way. We always find a way, don't we?"

He offers her a small smile then. She doesn't return it.

But it's okay. He likes it better that way.


N/A: Yep, I'll take Olivia's killing glare over Altivia's happy grin ANY DAY!

I hope you enjoyed this, I'm still having the time of my life writing those characters *_* More should come soon, it's already half written :) (some Olivia/Altivia/Peter on the way ^^)

Don't forget the comments…the muse needs them :D



EDIT: To go to Chapter 3, CLICK HERE
 
 
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hydrate or die tryin': Fringe- Olivia by 00minai_like_neon_ice on October 24th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
I'm enjoying this! Can't wait for more! (:
elialyselialys on October 27th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!! More is coming, it's actually ready...I'm just too exhausted to post it tonight XD
emetherealityoctobre09 on October 24th, 2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
I just wanted to say that I saw this and I'll read it as soon as I can. :D
ghanima sun: olivia is awesomeghanimasun on October 24th, 2010 07:03 pm (UTC)
This was a great follow up to the first piece.
I like where you're going with this, it makes sense that Olivia would be so damaged after all that was done to her.

Looking forward to reading more!
elialys: [Fringe] Hot Altivia tongue outelialys on October 27th, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
Thank you for your comment!

I'm really curious to see how they handle the whole 'memories' thing on the show (I think I will be easily contented, as long as they bring her back on Peter's side :DDD)

More is coming very soon!
Vivimedras on October 25th, 2010 01:34 am (UTC)
Yay! New chapter! I can't wait to read more of this! You're totally playing with my emotions and I love it :D
elialys: [Fringe] 3x03 chin fingerelialys on October 27th, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
Haha, thank you so much XDDD Prepare yourself then, because I'm posting the next one tomorrow, and it's full of angssssssst XD
Vivimedras on October 27th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
Hahaha! Don't tease me like that! I'm so excited now!
this girl's mostly fictionanti_social_ite on October 25th, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
Again, this was pretty amazing. I love how keenly you've written Olivia's conflict between her memories and the alternate Olivia's memories. Like everyone else, I am looking forward to more. :)
elialys: [Fringe] O/P 2x23 kisselialys on October 27th, 2010 04:41 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm having too much fun writing Olivia being her and Altlivia at the same time XD Fringe's writers are just brilliant, they provided the storyline :D

More is coming tomorrow ^^
emetherealityoctobre09 on October 26th, 2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
You big tease you, you're going to leave it at THAT???

I can't wait for the rest, consider me officially hooked.:) You really know how to write them, once again I felt like I was reading a real episode.

I can't wait to see where you'll go with both Olivia from this point on...:)
elialys: [Fringe] Walter Altivia evilelialys on October 27th, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
I know, I'm mean XDDD But see, I'm not TOO mean, because the next chapter is done and will be posted tomorrow, when I get enough neurones back to bother with all the html and lj cuts and stuffs XD

Thank you so much for your comment and support ♥ I'm really trying to stay true to them, so your comment makes me all happy ^^
Culuyetille: Ani/Obiculuyetille on November 25th, 2010 12:40 am (UTC)
yay, thank you for this fic. It's awesome. I love how strong you've made Olivia, and I really, really want to see Peter torturing himself like this on the show. Your Walter is adorable, too :)
elialyselialys on November 25th, 2010 02:41 am (UTC)
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so happy you're liking this story :DDD

Oh, Peter MUST die of guilt!! Well, not really, you know, but he better me pretty messed up for a while on the show, or I will be very disappointed! Angst is so yummy ♥