This is a what-if regarding the events of 4x22 and yes I will continue to update "The World They Rule" as I go along. However, try not to get yourself confused as the two stories are likely to have similarities in plot and themes. This story will be more in tune with the canon of the show than the other one obviously.

Sorry for the false start. Had to delete and report after seeing some major errors. Can you tell how in a rush I was to post this story to get reviews? :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe. Another obvious thing.

PROLOGUE

As the people were panicking, two men stood out on the docks watching as the giant whirlpool in the Atlantic was slowly consuming everything and continued to grow.

"They could not stop it," said December.

"Is this the end?" asked September.

"You know that there is never such a thing or otherwise we would not still be here." December activated the beacon that was infront of him and September as the the earth shook around them. "We must go now, to observe the new world."

...

The last thing Olivia could vaguely recall was a bright light and a sudden jolt. She was slipping in and out of consciousness as a voice was calling out her name.

"Olivia? Olivia please wake up!" Peter was a blurry image to her as she struggled to gain sense of herself but to no avail. She could hear someone nearby murmuring something that she couldn't understand. Finally after what seemed like a deep sleep, Olivia was waking up.

"Olivia, thank god!"

"Peter?" She could feel Peter's hand squeezing tightly against hers. "Wha- what happened?"

"You passed out from it. There was a blue light and suddenly everything started to shake."

Olivia coughed. "But where are we?"

"William Bell locked us in here. We're still on the ship."

"But...we need to get out of here. We need to warn everyone."

"Olivia..." Peter shook his head in despair. "We can't warn anyone."

"What do you mean?"

There was a knock on the door and William Bell entered the room. "You're awake...and just in time. We have arrived. You should come with us and take a look."

Olivia's first instinct was to reach for her gun but it was no longer there. Somehow William Bell was able to overpower them, most likely when she was passed out and now Peter and Olivia were left helpless and unarmed. Peter helped Olivia out of the bed she had been lying in and carried her up to the deck where Walter was looking out somberly.

"Walter..."

Olivia looked out and saw the ship had passed the stormy border that surrounded the ship. The ocean before them was now rising then sinking rapidly. A new land was rising from just a few miles out.

"What happened? There's nothing out there."

"Exactly," said Bell. "This was once Boston. Now it's a new beginning for our planet."

"I'm so sorry, Olivia," said Walter. "I'm afraid this is all my fault."

Bell interrupted. "Don't be so apologetic, Walter. As soon as I release the creatures into their natural habitat, we should be able to go on shore." He was swelling in pride that his plan to create a new world had succeeded. For the others, it was a mixture of guilt and despair.

Peter whispered to Walter, "We have to get out of here."

"And go where?" asked Walter. "There is no place for us to go."

They saw a pair of large shadows looming over them and as they looked up to the sky, they saw two porcupine-like creatures, spreading their wings as they soared towards the green empty coast ahead of them.