A/N: I know, I know, I know. I should be working on The Letter. Well, bite me. I had an inspiration this morning (my mom made chocolate chip pancakes) and I had to get it down. Its like really short, but I like it. Its kind of a compare-and-contrast thing of Olivia and Alt-livia from someone's point of view that doesn't know about the other side.
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One thing Ella loves about her Aunt Liv is her pancakes.
They're always perfectly golden on both sides and she always served them with strawberries or blueberries or grapes. Sometimes, the pancakes had melted chocolate chips in them, which always made Ella's morning so much better. There were only a few ways to have chocolate in the morning when Rachel is strictly monitoring what happens in secret between Olivia and Ella.
But there weren't any pancakes that morning.
Olivia had been there late that night and early the next morning but left before breakfast. All she had left was a thin gold chain with a cross pendant. Rachel had recognized it immediately and had to stop herself from sprinting out the door to keep Olivia safe. But her sister had always been the strong one, so she had to have a plausible reason to practically write a death-note and leave it Ella's possession.
She just couldn't fathom the fear in her sister's eyes as the two sisters had hugged goodbye. Nothing scared Olivia Dunham. Nothing.
XxX
There was something wrong with Olivia. She had come back from whatever mission she had been on with red hair and bangs, and a newfound humor. Even Ella picked up on the minute differences between before-Liv and after-Liv.
Olivia had said the hair had been a disguise and would wash out in a couple months. The difference in her personality was, as she said, because they had found Peter safe and sound. It was reason to celebrate… or was it?
Rachel had always noticed the hinted-at emotions Peter and Olivia shared. It was just so obvious. But nowadays, Olivia acted as if Peter was just a… a subject that she was studying. As if everything in the world was just that. As if all that wasn't bad enough, she didn't even seem to recognize Rachel or Ella, asked where Charlie was (Charlie had died months ago), and had this strange new tattoo on the back of her neck. The tattoo looked like something a Satan-worshipper would have. It just looked evil.
But there was one huge thing that marked the difference between the two personalities. It was the thing that shattered Ella's heart to pieces and made Rachel finally tell Peter that this Olivia was not their Olivia. (He had known all along also – she seemed to think the kiss never even happened)
Olivia had always made pancakes. They were always perfectly golden on both sides and served them with strawberries or blueberries or grapes. Sometimes, the pancakes had melted chocolate chips in them, which had always made Ella's morning so much better.
Olivia didn't make pancakes anymore.