Wow. It's been a while since I've done some writing hasn't it? I thought I'd get into the whole post series fic craze. Plus I miss Fringe.
I don't own any characters you may be familiar with. Fringe 5eva.
The Greatest Anomaly - Chapter One
The alleyway was a dead-end but the two men had realized it too late. "Dammit. We better hide it."
"No"," said the other. "He says we should be able to take them."
"How? We don't know how to use these abilities."
"We got here, didn't we?"
At that moment two bald men in suits appeared to confront them. They spoke in a monotone voice. "Where is the package?"
The men knew that the two Observers were going to read them, but by some form of miracle they were able to block them out. The men eyed each other. If they were going to get out of this, they had to try.
Before the Observers could move in, the two men mysteriously vanished. One reappeared from behind snapping the neck of one Observer. The remaining Observer pulled out his gun but was suddenly struck in the head, bringing him down. At that moment, the men knew they couldn't take any chances. They took the pipe the Observer was struck with and smashed his dead to death, their clothes drenched in the Observer's blood.
"Is it safe?"
One of the men took out the tube from his coat pocket, it was in good condition, having suffered no damage. But now that the Observers had followed them here, it was only a matter of time.
...
Olivia had woken up sweating. In the middle of the night, her mind was struggling to make sense of what really happened today. It seemed like a typical day having taken up Peter's suggestion of a family outing to the park. But on that day, it seemed the entire world had changed, and indeed it had...in another timeline.
In her dreams, she was still there. They came in droves, marching towards the people as they desperately fled, the buildings in the distance collapsed as they move forward. But she and Peter ran the opposite direction of the fleeing masses, running towards...
It was then that Olivia quickly slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Peter as she tip-toed down the hall to the door with the big pink bow hanging on the doorknob. There was a sense of relief as she slowly opened the door and found her little girl sleeping in the midst of her stuff animals. Olivia always had the hardest time trying to get Etta to keep her bed uncluttered. She was resistant with keeping her bed clean as she was with taking baths.
But tonight was different. This time Olivia had no quarrel with her daughter to clean her bed or to take a bath. After what went through her mind at the park today, after what she realized what had happened, Olivia knew she had been given a second chance. Her daughter was here and she was not gone as she had been in Olivia's dreams tonight.
"Olivia?"
She closed her eyes as she felt Peter's hand on her shoulder. "Did I wake you?"
"No," he said. "I haven't been able to sleep at all tonight."
Olivia closed Etta's door. "This is a first for you," said Peter.
"What do you mean?"
"Checking in on Etta was always my job."
Olivia smiled. "Have you...heard from Walter today?"
"I did but no answer. I called Astrid to check on him but she was still at the office. I'm gonna call her back in the morning. Maybe Walter is trying to pull something with that note he gave me."
It was then Olivia realized that Peter had no memory of the other timeline like she did, no memory of the sacrifice that his father made. "You okay, Olivia?"
She smiled. "I'm fine. We should just go to sleep again."
From across the street, the two men who were guarding the package watched as the lights in the Bishop home turned off again. They had been watching the family when they had finally left the park to come home, as it was meant to be.
"Is it her?"
"Yes. She is the one we must ask to complete the task."
"It's going to be difficult."
"No...he said it wouldn't be. She will do it because she will have no other choice."
...
Peter had turned Walter's apartment upside down finding no sign...no clue of where he would've gone. This wasn't like Walter, but he knew something was off when he got an unusual letter from him in the mail just days before. He was mad at himself. For the longest time, he had tried to convince his father to move into the house with the family. But Walter still felt uneasy about sharing a home with a son he still had no memory of. Walter felt that he needed to be on his own. The best Peter could do for him was to get him an apartment within walking distance of Astrid's so at least someone could quickly check in on him. It was the longest anyone had gone without hearing from him.
But then, he got the call from Astrid. She found a video marked for him in Walter's handwriting.
And after he watched the video came the denial and despair.
"No...no it can't be! It's not like him to leave like this! What does he mean he's living many years from now? What did he do?"
"Peter?" Olivia stood by the doorway. As he looked into her eyes, he could tell...Olivia knew something that he didn't. "There's something I have to tell you."
They decided to take the conversation outside, looking out over a lake, that Olivia once remembered was Walter's feeding duck place. She wasn't sure if she could even tell him everything that she had remembered, let alone if he would even believe him. She did her best though. The hardest part was having to explain to her how in the other timeline, they would lose their child, not once...but twice.
"He did it for us, Peter," she said wiping away the tears. "Whatever he did and wherever he is, he did it for all of us."
"How do you know all of this? How is it that I can't remember anything?"
Olivia shook her head. "I don't know."
But Peter couldn't bear it. "If this is true..."
"It is Peter. I know it is. I kept...I kept seeing that moment when we lost Etta...both times. I almost wasn't sure."
"Well how do we know that it even worked?"
"It did."
They turned around to see an observer standing before them. Olivia and Peter were quick to pull out there guns but the observer threw Peter back with a sudden force causing him to hit his head.
"Peter!"
The moment's distraction caused the gun to be forced out of her hands. "I must stop you," said the observer. "You are part of his plan."
Olivia experienced a sense of deja vu as the Observer grabbed her by the neck and was slowly crushing her.
I actually wrote more than this but I feel I needed to break the chapter into parts. This is pure cliffhanger goodness if you ask me. More coming soon.