Pretty much my first fic ever, so don't judge me if it's terrible. But I had the idea in my head for a while and finally had to write it down. Also, Etta and the whole Observer-verse don't exist in this, and nothing else specific is mentioned. If you see any mistakes, please tell me and I'll try to fix them. This is finished, and will be four or five chapters long. Also, I obviously don't own Fringe (besides the dvd boxset that I got in the mail yesterday) or else we would have seen a lot more of Ella.

"Dunham."

"It's Broyles. I need you at headquarters. There's a girl here who insists on speaking with you."

"Who is she?"

"No idea. Won't say a thing except that she needs to talk to Olivia Dunham."

"I'm on my way."

Olivia look through the glass at the girl sitting in the other room. She looked to be in her twenties, with long blonde hair that was pulled back into a French braid and a scar along her left temple - had she been in a fight? Or was it simply a childhood incident?

"Well? Are you going in?" Broyles asked.

Olivia nodded and opened the door that led into room. The girl looked up, and a relieved look appeared on her face.

"Oh thank god, I thought you weren't going to come - but then I realized that you're far too curious, so of course you'd come - and now you're here and I know this is strange but it's me, it's Annie, and I know exactly what you're thinking but -"

"Who?" Olivia asked.

The girl stopped suddenly, and just looked at the FBI agent for a minute. "It's me. Annie - Annabelle. Look, I know it's confusing -"

"I don't know anyone named Annabelle. Or Annie."

The girl, Annabelle, was silent for a minute. Then she asked quietly, "What year is it?"

"2012," Olivia answered.

"... Oh shit," the girl said after a moment.

"Annabelle? Are you alright?"

"... No. I'm really not. Listen, I'm sorry for wasting your time. This was a mistake. I'm really sorry. But I need the tech, um, the cylinder, that I had with me when I came here, they took it at the front desk and I need it back -"

Olivia held up her hand to stop the girl's ramblings. "Why don't you just explain to me what's going on?"

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because this shouldn't happened and It's really bad and I just need to get home as soon as I can, please I need the cylinder that they took."

"Where is home?"

Annabelle looked straight at Olivia. "You won't believe me."

"I've seen a lot of stuff I never thought I'd believe. Try me."

Annabelle paused for a moment, sat up straight in her chair, and began to speak. "My name is Annabelle Astrid Bishop. I was born in Boston on April 4th, 2013 to Olivia and Peter Bishop. When I was a kid I always swore I'd be a FBI agent like my parents, and when I was old enough I joined the Academy and passed with flying colours. In 2038, my parents and grandpa asked for my help. Bad things were happening to the world and they needed me to help fix it. They needed me to go back in time and - well it's a long story that I probably shouldn't tell you. But I was only supposed to go back a few years, to 2025. You see, time travel is tricky. The tech that Walter created was weak. You're only supposed to be able to travel within your own time stream - within your birth and death. They needed me to do it instead of them because I'm younger, it's a shorter time stream which requires less energy and a smaller chance of error. But apparently that doesn't even matter because now I'm in fucking 2012 and I have no idea what's going to happen because Walter never went into specifics about going out of my time stream. He just kept emphasizing that it was a very bad thing and not to do it but here I am and I just really need the tech back so I can try to get home. Please."