She was standing on a stone bridge, auburn hair tossled by the breeze blowing out of Boston. Their Boston. Agent "Bolivia" Dunham hung her hands loosely over the edges of the bridge, gazing down on a city that looked so familiar but felt so different. The agent was not at all surprised to hear small footsteps clattering across the stone behind her. The auburn did not even spare a glance.
"Knew you'd find me here," she said confidently.
Behind her Olivia Dunham shifted on the balls of her feet. Their Olivia. Blonder, paler, wearier and far more withdrawn. Bolivia would just as soon whip out her .45 and embed a cap in your face as the blonde would pursue her arrogant facade of calmness. Bolivia knew better. She turned around on her toes, catlike, playing with Olivia in her gaze. The sly redhead leaned her back against the stone of the bridge and propped her elbows on its walls. No sooner did she turn did the staring match begin. Green on green. Like looking into a mirror. A twisted mirror that reflected your polar opposite, maybe.
Bolivia narrowed her eyes dangerously, a smile twitching at her lips. Olivia sucked in air, shoving her hands into her professional suit. Then came her infamous twinge of her neck, she rolled her head and kept her cold gaze locked on Bolivia, birdlike, as she gathered her words.
"You know, I'm supposed to hate you...you held me captive. Messed with my family. Both of our worlds could have died."
Bolivia smirked. 'Supposed to,' she'd said.
"But you don't, do you Dunham?"
Confidentially she tilted her chin up, gazing down her nose at her blonde plaything. The paler of the two's eyes darted briefly in thought. She gave no answer. Bolivia stalked on.
"In fact," she purred, pushing off the wall with a smooth kick and approaching Olivia, "I'd be willing to bet you kinda like me. It's like looking at all the dangers you never exploited..."The sharp-shooter picked delicately at her fingers, slowly tugging off her black glove and raising a warm hand to trace Olivia's jaw with her fingertips. "Am I right...Dunham?" The name was whispered.
It was Olivia's turn to react. With one sharp, fluid motion her hand shot up and snagged the offending limb. Their gazes connected, a current like lightning holding their faces ever closer. Olivia sensed this and the slightest hint of a feral grin flashed across her lips. Bolivia leapt on the sign like a hungry animal. Using their connection at the hand to her advantage, the redhead twirled her quarry around until the blonde's back was pressed to her chest. Bolivia snaked her arms around the new, close waist.
"This isn't right," Olivia halfheartedly fought, turning her head slightly to gaze at Bo, who was conveniently just the right height. Her captor grinned and shifted, pulling their waists closer. Her voice came as gruff whisper, a voice only for her Alternate. "Let me show you those evils you've forgotten to exploit Olive...let me show you how it feels to be me."
Olivia craned an arm backwards to the back of Bolivia's head and turned herself around in the encircling grip of the redhead. They remained face to face, both searching the other for a long moment before Olivia spoke. "I think you're forgetting that with great evil comes great...reward." Her dangerous eyes shifted mischievously.
"Oh do tell," Bolivia grinned, moving forward fluently. And everyone else on the bridge gasped in horror.
Just a bit of a silly, somewhat crackfic. My friend and I refer to this pairing as "O raised to the second power," hence the title.