A/N: I really saw a similarity between the episodes 1x04 (the one where the Observer talks to Peter in the forest and Olivia gives him his credentials) and the most recent one 2x18 simply because in both instances Peter is in the hospital. Both times he was injured but would have been dead if he werent from the parallel universe. The only major difference is the first time he wanted answers and the second time he had them. So that's where this whole fic comes from.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
It all began in a hospital, just as most lives do.
Most aren't thirty years old, but Peter was always anything but ordinary. Now, side by side with one Agent Olivia Dunham, credentials firmly in hand, Peter knew he was about to embark on one of the craziest adventures of his life {and he had had a lot}. And yet, he couldn't help but feel that this was always where he belonged, an unsettling feeling at first, but simply because it was unfamiliar. For the first time that he could remember, Peter felt alive.
It all ended in a hospital, just as most lives do.
Most aren't thirty-one years old, but Peter was always anything but ordinary. Now, alone in a long dark hospital corridor, credentials stored safely at the nurses' station amongst his other abandoned personal effects, Peter knew he was about to step into a world that he could no longer call his home {a part of him suspected this all along}. And yet, he couldn't help but feel that this was always where he belonged, even if the thought repulsed him, even if all he could think to do was run. For the first time in over a year, Peter felt dead.
Five hundred fifty one days prior, she had opened a door into her world. Now he knew it was never his to enter.
Peter left with only the clothes on his back. His identification, a symbol of all that he was, the person that he thought he could be, would be all that she would find.