Okay, so I don't own the show...Or the characters which REALLY sucks. I mean seriously, what gets hotter than Peter?
This is meant to be a multi-chapter story. If you review you get a new chapter.
Okay so I just went back and fixed a mess-up. I had ella as emma...crap!
Please read and review. (I would really like to continue this story)
A scream penetrated the silence of the night as a popping noise sounded through the house, sounding more like one of those toy guns with the sulfur infused paper rounds than that of actual gun fire. The sound stopped and footsteps could be heard by the only member of the family that was still alive. A 2 year old little boy named Tristan who was hiding in his closet, tears running down his round cheeks. He had climbed out of his crib when he heard his parent's screams and the gun go off. The sound of the footsteps were getting closer now and were soon outside his bedroom door which creaked open allowing a large tan man to enter. The man looked around the room and let out a frustrated groan as he spun around to face another man who had just walked in.
"Where's the fucking brat?" He asked unintelligible.
"Don't ask me, I ain't the kid's keeper." The other man said as he spat a wad of chew onto the carpet. "Didja check the closet?"
"Nah, the lil' shits what 2? Don't think he would go in the closet."
"Check it ya big lug." The other man demanded as he crossed his arms.
The big man rolled his eyes and let out a groan as he started to make his way over to the closet. Tristan could see him coming and curled into a ball to hide. The door to the closet opened with a bang and the big man looked around it before turning the light on and peering around the small space.
"He ain't here." The big man said as stepped aside to let his companion look for himself.
"Ya sure, the boss said the kid has powers of some sort."
"He ain't there." The big man shrugged before turning around and leaving the room to call their boss. The smaller man looked around the closet again and felt around but didn't find anything other than a large blue and red ball. He shrugged and turned the light off before joining his companion.
They got into their car and pulled away as they told their boss that the kid wasn't there and couldn't be found. As they drove away, Tristan uncurled making the large ball the man had seen disappear as he stood up. He looked around him before walking out of the closet, down the stairs, past the bodies of his parents and out the door into the night.
"Walter better be happy with these." Astrid grumbled as she got a plastic bag out of her car which contained an odd array of snacks from the 70's, the contents being Shake-a- puddin', Space sticks, and a wigwag candy bar. It had taken her most of the day to find these items as most stores no longer sold them. She had eventually found a really old store about an hour from the lab that had an owner who looked as if he would just fall to the ground, dead, at any given moment. Sighing, she put the bag on her wrist as she grabbed her jacket and some files that Olivia wanted.
She had just closed the door when a noise got her attention. She looked over to where it had come from and gasped as she saw a little boy, no older than 3 standing on the side of the road.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she made her way over to him. "Where are your parents?" She asked not expecting a response. She looked around the parking area and saw that it was basically void of vehicles and that there was no one around. She slowly picked the boy up and did the only thing she could think of, she brought him inside.
She quickly made her way through the doors, down the many halls and to the double doors that led to the lab. She stopped in front of them and looked down at the boy who was looking around him in curiosity.
"Okay." She said taking a deep breath. "If anyone can find your parent's it would be Olivia and the rest of the FBI." She said mainly to herself as she opened the doors and walked in.
Walter was milking Gene as she walked in, while Peter was writing something down and Olivia was standing beside him reading something that she held in her hands. Astrid shifted the boy on her hip to better carry him and made her way over to Peter and Olivia.
"I think I have a problem." She said in greeting which pulled everyone's attention to her which quickly moved to the child in her arms.
"Oh Ariel, I didn't know you have a son!" Walter said happily as he got her name wrong for what must have been the billionth time.
"I don't that's the problem. I found him out in the parking lot all by himself." Astrid explained.
"Well we should probably call the police." Peter suggested as the boy stared at him for a minute before looking at the other's gathered around him.
"That would probably be best." Olivia agreed as she pulled out her phone and opened it. By this time the boy had started to squirm around in Astrid's arms wanting to get down. He let out a small noise that sounded like a growl when she didn't release him.
"Is he okay?" Peter asked and saw as the boy made an angry face and looked at Olivia who was dialing her phone. Suddenly a few things happened all at once. Peter saw as the little boys eyes flashed a different color before he heard a gasp of pain come from Olivia who dropped her phone in haste and looked at her hands that were a bright red color as if they had been burnt.
"What was that?" Olivia asked as she blew cool air on her hands and looked to the child whose eyes were a bright, almost glowing green. She saw as they turned back to their normal blue before looking at the other's to see if they had seen it as well, they had.
"Well that was unusual." Walter said.
"Really, you don't say?" Peter said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at his father.
"I think I'll call Broyles instead." Olivia said as she pointed to her office where there was a phone. Her cell had broken as it had hit the floor.
"Good idea." Astrid said as she held the boy away from her slightly, unsure of what might happen. If he could burn Olivia just by looking at her, then she didn't want to know what else he could do.
"I have a very strong feeling that this boy is Tristan Hayward." Agent Phillip Broyles said as he looked at the child and then up at the adults that stood around them. "His parent's were killed the other night by a group that wants to take him and study him. He, as you fully know, has powers that he knows how to use though he is only supposed to be about 2 years old."
"What are we supposed to do with him?" Peter asked. "It's not like we can give him to DHS."
"No, even if he were safe it wouldn't be in his best interest to go anywhere where he wasn't understood or was sent to be tested." Broyles agreed.
"So what are we to do with him?" Astrid asked.
"Well I'll have to talk to the other agents in the Fringe division and see what they feel is best for the boy. But until then, he is going to have to stay with someone and it isn't going to be me." Broyles said as he looked at each of the adult's one at a time, minus Walter who needed to be babysat himself.
"Wow, wait." Peter said as he quickly caught on to the agents meaning. "You want one of us to take him?"
"Unless you have a better idea Mr. Bishop, then yes."
"Well I suck at watching kid's trust me." Astrid said as she literally took a step back.
"I have Walter to babysit." Peter said refereeing to his father.
"I can watch myself Peter." Walter said indignantly.
"Really Walter, do you remember last night?"Peter asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Anyone could have caught the toaster on fire!" Walter said before walking away.
"Okay, I would prefer it if Dr. Bishop were nowhere around the child." Broyles said with a raised eyebrow as he turned to face Olivia who was the only person left.
"I have to take care of Ella almost every night." Olivia protested.
"Well kids hate me and none of us want him around Walter." Astrid said. "You're the only one left who can watch him."
Olivia looked at them all before letting out a low growl of frustration before looking at Tristan.
"Fine." She said as she took him into her arms. "But if you burn me again, I'll have Walter babysit."
"Hopefully I will have a better alternative in the morning agent Dunham." Broyles said to Olivia. "Until then, good luck."
They watched him leave before turning back to look at Tristan who was enthralled by Olivia's necklace. He looked so innocent and peaceful.
"So, um, it looks like you'll have to go shopping." Astrid said which reminded her of the bag that she had brought in. "Walter, I found what you asked me to."
Walter instantly beamed as he hurried over to her and pulled the stuff out with a happy exclamation before taking off to some part of the lab, like a squirrel that was storing food for the winter, which concerned the other's as none would put it past him to do such a thing. So Astrid, after giving them a quick glance, took off after him.
"Come on, I'll go with you back to your apartment and then I'll go get some stuff for him." Peter said as he looked down at Tristan who looked back at him with curiosity.
"You're going to go shopping for a baby?" Olivia asked skeptically.
"I shop for Walter all the time, how hard can it be?" Peter joked.
Olivia agreed fairly quickly and allowed him to lead them out of the lab and to her car where the first issue popped up.
"We need a car seat." Peter said as he looked at the back seat.
"He's only going to be with me for the night." Olivia shrugged. "He can sit in my lap on the way to my apartment and then back in the morning. If you don't mind picking me up?"
"Sure." Peter said as they got in and Olivia put the belt over both her and Tristan. They soon pulled out into traffic and were on their way to Olivia's apartment for a night that neither would forget any time soon.