So, I just couldn't stop myself from starting a story based on what I think could happen when the show returns. That season finale left so many thoughts bouncing around in my head, and I decided that I should share them with all of you wonderful Fringe fans.

This takes place right after the season finale.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, I am just using them to tell a story.

Peter

Something was off, had been for days. Though I had only seen her a few hours since our return, I knew this wasn't the right Olivia. The real Olivia would never ignore me in such ways after confessing that we belong together, especially after I had tried to discuss it many times.

This AlterOlivia might be able to fool everyone else, but I am different. I have no proof that I can show to others and so, I'm sure they won't believe me, but as soon as I do find something. That bitch is toast!

Olivia

The darkness hurts my eyes after awhile, you wouldn't think that such a thing was possible, but when all you do is strain your eyes to see something, and nothing is returned, your eyes don't like you for it. I don't understand the need for this sensory deformation, I'd always that was tortuous, and I wasn't wrong. I was being tortured, for what, I wasn't completely sure, but I had my guesses.

Walternate was punishing me for ruining his plan and rescuing Peter. And, I admit that if someone had ruined plans I'd been working on for twenty years, I'd be royally pissed, but that wasn't an excuse for torture. Besides, all I did was save the life of the man I love, that isn't so terrible.

The terrible thing was knowing that the bitch that shares my name had freedom and was with Peter. I knew deep down that Peter would know it wasn't really me, but my tortured mind was telling me other things, aiding in the madness that was slowly taking over.

Peter

I was biding my time and it was practically killing me. She was so careful, saying all the right things but she didn't walk right and her eyes showed emotion wrong. Those weren't things I could take to Broyles though, because I was sure those were only things I noticed, being that I was the one that was in love with her.

I just needed one thing, just one thing that I could use as proof that this was the AlterOlivia. Something that I could use to get everyone to believe me and then we could start figuring out what she had done with the real Olivia, with my Olivia.

I decided to try and talking her into a corner again, "Hey Liv. How's the paper work coming?"

"The same as usual." She answered and gave me a smile. I could tell she thought that she needed to flirt with me, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Always good to hear." I answered, playing along like I had been all week, and it had been a long week.

I noticed that she had pulled her hair into a ponytail, that was something new for this Olivia, but something my Olivia would have done all the time. I took that to mean that there was something on her neck that she was trying to hide, but I could just be hoping for something that wasn't true.

But I wasn't, as I walked behind her, I saw the tattoo, a strange red tattoo. I knew that my Olivia had no such tattoo, I'd seen the back of her neck many times thanks to all the ponytails and time she'd been put in the tank. I smiled and took out my phone, took a picture of the back of her neck, got my cup of coffee and left, and she was none the wiser to what I had been doing.

Olivia

I wasn't sure on the correct passage of time. So, I assumed what time of day it was by when I got each meal, of which there were three a day. Besides from the sensory thing, they were quite nice to me. I was giving three meals a day, and though they were crappy, at least I wasn't going hungry. I wasn't beaten. After the visit from Walternate, I'd even been given a cot and a pillow, which made sleep easier, once I'd exhausted myself enough. It was hard to sleep in total silence after living in such a huge city for so much of my life.

I wanted them to come and speak to me or end this silly darkness, I'd had enough of it. I was guessing it had been almost two weeks. I was good at numbers, and I'd been given 37 meals, that was one week and 5 days or 6 depending on if you counted today, of which I'd only been given breakfast.

Counting my meals was the only thing I could do that was keeping from going crazy with whys and what ifs. I was always wondering why Peter hadn't come yet or what if Peter hasn't even realized it wasn't me. What if Rachel realized it was me or Ella? What would they do? Would they go to Peter, would Peter believe them? Why did my mind always return to Peter? What if I did get out of here all on my own, how would I get home? What if Peter didn't want me when I got back? What if he liked her better than me?

The sudden light blinded me and I heard the metal grate open in front of the window. I looked up quickly hoping beyond hope that Peter would be standing there smiling at me, but now, it was just Walternate, my torturer, "Good morning Olivia. You are going to answer a few questions, and, if you do, you're accommodations will be much improved."

"And what might those questions be?" I asked, surprised at how cracked my voice was from the screaming and crying I did just to have noise and make sure I was still alive.

"How did you meet my son?" He asked me, it was not the question I was suspecting.

"I…I…" I couldn't think of any reason not to tell him, but the words didn't want to come, and I had to force them, "I needed him to provide me access to Walter so I could save a colleagues life."

"Why did you require access to see my other?" His face had sinister lines, and I didn't like them, but I wanted a better room, hopefully one with lights.

"He was in a mental hospital for going insane after an accident in his lab killed his assistant. Only family members were allowed access to him, and Peter was the only family." I answered as quickly as possible, I wanted this over. I didn't understand why, but I felt like I was betraying some information that should best be kept secret, but my tortured mind couldn't stop. "After he saved my friend, I learned of the all the other problems and joined Fringe. Peter agreed to stay on because I needed Walter, plus I think he was curious."

"How long have you been working together?" Walternate asked, and I still couldn't see his motive for knowing this information.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"What importance is that?" He snapped, and I could see he didn't like me asking the questions.

"I need to know so I can answer you correctly." I told him, which wasn't a lie but my mind needed the comfort of knowing the date.

"May 22, 2010."

"It will be two years in October." I answered, and marveled at how short of a time it took for me to fall so hard so quickly, especially after the relationship I had had with John.

"And how long have you been two been romantically involved?" He asked, and I knew this what he had been after all along, he was going to report all of this to her somehow so, I told the truth as it had been before the journey to this universe.

"We aren't. Never have been. We are just partners, nothing more. Though, I sometimes wish we were more, but I don't think Peter feels the same way." I responded and looked down at the floor, "Though I really wish he did."

"Thank you Olivia. That was most enlightening." He said and shut the grate, but he left the lights on, and for that I was most grateful.

Let me know what you think so I know I'm not wasting my time on this!