Identity Crisis
Rated: PG.
Category: Double drabble. Peter angst.
Season: One. Set during/just after "Safe."
Spoilers: General through "Safe."
Summary: No one's life turns out how they planned, Peter. Even yours.
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How did it come to this?
One minute I'm in a bar with a pretty girl and the next I'm getting a lecture about staying in school.
Then there's chasing down leads, like I'm a good guy now, and then I'm in an episode of Star Trek, complete with transporters.
To say I'm busy these days is an understatement.
It's a far cry from when the only thing I had to do in a week was hustle the right player at pool.
And somehow, it's more dangerous.
Seriously, how did I get here?
Most days, I don't have a clue.
So I just try to keep up with the blonde next to me and ignore everything about her that isn't strictly work-related, for reasons I'd rather not think about, thank you.
I succeed most of the time.
So much so that it's not until much later that I remember what my father asked when we woke him.
When I do, my answer surprises me, because it's "no."
Well, it's "not yet," anyway.
And like everything else in my life right now, I don't know where that came from.
Who am I and what has Olivia Dunham done with Peter Bishop?