Lost and Found: A Journey Home
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2, Season 3 (Olivia, The Box, Plateau and Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep?).
Disclaimer: Own Fringe? I wish, but don't we all.
He knew from the moment she kissed him that something was different and then he saw the scar on her thigh but knew the only bone broken so far was not her leg but her hip so the scar should have been her hip.
She sat back, Peter was grateful they'd yet to divulge their underwear and her bra, which for some reason was white and not black…he knew for a fact she wore black and it was never lacy but straight.
"What is it?" She looked at him and he smiled, motioning for her to come down to him. Luckily he knew Olivia always kept a spare gun between the mattress and headboard, a secret she told him long ago. He had his hand on it and was slowly pulling it while allowing his hand to be masked by the pillow.
"Come here." He smiled, it was fake but she didn't know that, she leaned down and he rolled her, pulling the gun out and put it to her head, with his body weight and also his hand on her ponytail, Peter had her trapped. "If you're my Olivia then you'd know that only four words could save you, what were those four words that you said to me on the other side?"
She smirked, "well at least I tried, what gave me away?"
"The scar on your thigh, the only scar Olivia has is on her hip from when she broke it." He pulled back and got off the bed, pointing the gun to her. "Get dressed, slowly and don't try anything or so help me I will shoot you." He threw the clothes on the bed, forgetting the belt for good reason.
Alt-Livia stood and got dressed slowly, Peter watched her before removing Olivia's spare handcuffs from the top of the wardrobe. He looked at her as she stood, "I'm actually surprised you figured it out."
"I just know my Olivia enough, come here." He eyed her and she move him, "try anything and I shoot…sit down." He pointed to the chair in the corner, "hands behind the chair."
She sat down and placed her hands behind the chair, Peter handcuffed her through the metal, grateful for Olivia's taste in chairs. After securing her, he began to get dressed and pulled out his phone, dialing Broyles.
"Broyles, it's Peter…yes I know its late but we have a mole among us. Meet me at the lab in fifteen minutes, no the Harvard lab." He hung up and looked at the woman across from him.
"How can you convince him that I'm not Olivia, you know from…personal experience but I'm sure he's got nothing."
Peter undid one hand of the cuffs, gun still in hand and unweaved them, "stand up." He handcuffed her other hand after she stood and walked with her to the door.
A/N: The next chapter shows how evil Alt-Livia can get and who she can hurt although in the end it doesn't turn out as bad as it seems at first.