The Road To Hell

All right, so this is my first Fringe fic, and i love love love this show, so as i was watching it, i thought about this plot. Now there of course will eventually be Bolivia in here, so don't worry, the romance is coming, but this is just a start! Enjoy!

With his head tucked into his navy scarf, Peter Bishop wanders his way down the cold Boston sidewalk in the middle of the night, nowhere particular on his mind. He keeps his head down as he stares at the cracks on the sidewalk, counting his steps evenly in his mind. It had been nearly a week since the last case, and although the team seemed to be enjoying the time off, there was a terrible wretching in his gut, telling him that there was something terribly wrong with this, that why, all of a sudden the world had gone abnormally silent in ways of mysterious workings? No, no, that didn't sit right in his gut, not one bit.

Plus it probably didn't help that nightmares plagued him. Not just nightmares though, nightmares of things he's never seen before. Things that have never happened here, and yet each time he sees them, in his mind, they feel really and oddly enough, sickeningly comforting. Turning the corner, he saw the green neon sign of the Irish pub and wandered toward it. Although alcohol had not soothed him previous nights, he was hoping, just once, that tonight he would be able to get drunk enough to forget about his plaguing nightmares and the unsettling feeling in his stomach.

But as he reached the doors, the vibration of his cellular phone caused him to pause, curse aloud and answer it with the most cynical tone he could possibly muster.

"Peter's walk of misery, how can I help," he hissed into the receiver. The semi-warm tone of a certain blonde agent came back to him from the other side.

"It's Olivia," she answered, ignoring his tone and remarks, "Where are you."

"4th street," he murmured into the phone.

"Good, I'm on my way."

The phone clicked off and he muttered yet another slew of curse words. Slowly he turned from the pub and headed back down the way he came, cursing mentally the cold air as he watched the black SUV roll up to the curb and pulled aside. The passengers' window rolled down and Olivia smiled from the comfort of her leather seats in her car.

"What are you doing out so late?" she called, a warm smile gracing her eloquent lips.

"Am I allowed to walk at night?" he teased, his dark blue eyes sparkling as only they did when she was around.

"Not this late," she teased, her soft-spoken sound filling the car as he shut the door and climbed in.

"All right, where are we off too?"

"I called Astrid," she answered, turning on her signal to get onto the road, "She found Walter at the lab, again and they're heading off to the location right now and we're going to meet them there. I'm not quite sure what we're dealing with," she answered, "Broyles didn't tell me just what it is."

"Quite all right," Peter answered watching as the rain began to fall as they left the city, "Where are we going again."

"Some small rural town called, Jettinas?" she said, looking at the file laying open next to her. Peter picked it up and thumbed quickly through the photos.

"Population 3,021," he murmured aloud, "Just don't let it be another Edinah."

Olivia laughed aloud but drove on, "No, something about this doesn't seem to be mutant people again."

Peter didn't say anything but kept to his silent brooding as they drove along. It was Olivia who spoke again.

"You never told me why you were out," she said softly.

"Do I need a reason," he questioned, raising an eyebrow at her. She smiled and shook her head.

"What?" he asked, "What's that look for?"

"Nothing, nothing," she murmured. He shook his head.

"Don't think I won't find out," he murmured to her.

"I don't," she answered, "And actually I intend for you to."

They sat in quiet for the remainder of the ride as Olivia pulled off the main road and onto a separate dirt road. She continued down it and as Peter watched the lights of the FBI set-up come into view. Whatever the case was, it seemed to be very large. The lights began to glow brighter and brighter and as they rounded the corner, a large FBI baracade was in the way. Olivia slowed the car to a stop and rolled down the window, showing her idea before driving off again.

This time she pulled to stop near a small silver car and turned off the engine. Climbing out, the chilly air bit Peter and he cursed yet again before looking about for his blonde-haired partner.

"So where are we again?" he asked, looking out at the lights. He couldn't see exactly what it was yet, but he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know.

"About 51 miles outside of Jettinas," came the voice of Broyles. Peter and Olivia turned about as Broyles stood in his FBI jacket zipped to the top as he gazed over their heads at the lights behind them.

"What are we dealing with?" Olivia asked Broyles as they began the walk to towards the lights.

"10:37 am," he began, "A pair of hikers sank through a large hole in the earth. Sesimic activity recorded a massive quake located right here, about a 10.0 but did not move out at all. No waves. So they called us and when we got here, well this is what we found."

Broyles pointed out to the pit and Peter couldn't help but gape. What in the world was that? There was a hole all right, but what was underneath was anything but earth. From where they were they could see down into the pit. There were large crags of spiked rocks and rivers of lava. Peter looked at it, stunned. But that wasn't all; below there were dead trees, and horribly scarred landscape. It looked much like a place that was broken and hopeless, a place where nothing could grow or be seen.

"What the hell is that place?" Peter muttered aloud.

"Fascinating," came the voice of Walter, "Amazing, it appears as if we're looking into another world."

"No, Walter, this is earth and that is the center."

"Don't be ridiculous," Walter scoffed, "This is clearly a massive hole into another dimension."

"You're the one sounding ridiculous," Peter muttered, looking down. He kicked a rock down at it and watched as it fell, then suddenly disappeared. His eyes widened.

"See," Walter scoffed, "Throw something, like say this-" he pulled his scarf off his neck and tossed it into the hole, watching as it floated down and then just disappeared, "It just vanishes, never touching the bottom."

"Can we talk to the hikers who find it?" Olivia said, looking at Broyles.

"I don't think that would be possible," he said, "Let me show you."

Peter followed Olivia as Broyles led them to a blue tent pitched over near the edge of the pit. Holding back the side, Olivia entered, followed by Peter.

"We found them when we arrived. It's unlike anything we've ever seen."

Pulling back the sheet, Broyles showed them a set of completely mangled bodies. Peter coughed and looked away from the mauled hikers, whose clothing, face and even gender were completely undeterminable by the remains.

"Astounding," muttered Walter, picking up a flap of skin from one, "Truly astounding. These humans seemed to have been clawed apart."

"Clawed?" Olivia questioned, "By what?"

"Oh, something certainly bigger than a bear. Perhaps a raptor, or a mutant high bred-"

"Another?" Peter asked.

"Possibly," Walter answered, "I must run some test to figure out exactly what did this. We must move them back to my lab."

Broyles nodded and exited, followed by Olivia. Peter stayed behind inside, looking at the mangled bodies.

"Do you think what ever could have done that came from the portal thing in the ground?" Peter asked, watching Astrid and his father look over the fleshed people.

"Very possible," Walter concluded, "But if that be the case, then they either have already returned through the hole or are about in our time. If the first, then we must find a way through like they have, but if the latter, then we must wonder what they are and how many came through, and if more are to come through again."

"Lovely," muttered Peter, running a hand into his hair, "Just lovely."

"So," Olivia said, re-entering the tent, "Walter we'll move these back to the lab. Astrid, will you go with him back, Peter and I will stay here to question the sheriff and the people here."

"Excellent," exclaimed Walter, "Come Astrid we have much to do."

And with that Walter and Astrid left the tent, followed by Peter and Olivia as they made their way back to the SUV they came in.

"Hey Liv," Peter asked as they climbed into the vehicle, "Are you a religious person?"

"Not really, no," she answered, starting the car.

"Nevermind then," he said, shaking his head.

"No, go ahead and tell me," she soothed turning onto the road.

"I was just thinking, Walter's been reciting Dante's Inferno as he falls asleep lately, and there was a part that caught my mind. It goes like this; in the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself again in a dark wood, so dark that the straight way was utterly lost. Alas how hard it is to say what it was like, this savage and sharp and strong forest, which even in thought renews my fear! So bitter was it that death is little moreso; but in order to speak of the good that I found there, I'll tell of the other things I saw there."

The car was silent for a few moments, mainly because Olivia had a loss for words of what to say. She had no idea what to make of what he said, and he didn't speak, simply because he hoped she was mulling what he said over.

"So," she began slowly, "You think that maybe those are the gates to hell?"

"Maybe," he answered, "I'm just saying, when I came out here tonight, I don't know what I was going to make of whatever that was, but now I'm thinking that maybe it could be."

"Well hopefully the people of Jettinas will know, or maybe know something about the strange woods."

"Jettinas," Peter said with some alarm, "J-e-t-t-i-n-a-s, Jettinas?"

"Yes," she said with a slight shaky laugh, "I told you this before, weren't you listening?"

"No, not really," he muttered to himself.

"Why? Is thee something wrong Peter?"

"No, no," he muttered, "I just know some people here, that's all."

"Know people?" she questioned, the tone taking on a bit of jealousy. He smiled to himself when he heard that. The very thought that she was jealous of his past relationships made his inside seem just a little bit warmer.

"Not those people, Liv," he said smiling, "I just…know some others."

"All right Peter," she said with a slight laugh. She kept quiet from then and looked at the road.

Oh yes, Peter certainly knew people in Jettinas, and they would not be happy to see him.

And va-la there is the first chapter! Please please please review?

Who is looking for Peter?: You want to know? I can't tell you now, but in time

This whole thing about Dante's Inferno? Okay, it's a little strange, but its' part of an Italian book, and it's simply thrown in there to make a bit of sense.

What about the Bodies, what tore them apart? Well, if that's the gate to hell, what do you think came through?

And how about going in? Well, just stick around.

That would be so great if you would :) Luff for you all.