A/N: This is my very first Fringe story! Let me know what you think! :)

I do not own Fringe...if I did there would be no Fauxlivia, Walternate would be a lot nicer, and Olivia and Peter would have gotten together a long time ago!

Breaking Point

Chapter 1

"Are you sure this is the best way to do it?" A man asked into his cell phone.

"Yes, and if you won't do it I'll find someone else who will. They've been together long enough I'm sure he's attached. The best way to get to him is through the girl. Do it tonight and do not forget to leave the message." The other man said forcefully.

"Alright boss, I'll let you know when it's done." And with that their conversation ended.

"She's in my house, my job, my bed, and I don't want to wear my clothes anymore. I don't want to live in my apartment and I don't want to be with you. She's taken everything."

Olivia Dunham's words echoed in her mind. It had been almost a week since she had said them to the man she loved and she still couldn't believe all that had happened. Her love for Peter Bishop had snuck up on her. His departure to the other side had been her wake up call and she had been looking forward to being with him once they got home, but then everything changed. The Olivia that loved him was not the Olivia that went home with him. She knew she couldn't really blame him for not noticing the differences, but he was what got her through her time over there and she was stunned to find he'd been with the alternate version of herself while she was gone. Tears fell down her face as she laid in bed trying to sleep. Finally, Olivia fell into a fitful slumber filled with images of Walternate, Fauxlivia, and Peter.

Several hours passed and Olivia was awakened by the sounds of movement in her apartment.

She opened her eyes and could see the blurry outline of a man standing near her bed.

"Hello, Olivia." He said with a smile.

Olivia's instincts kicked in and she quickly reached for her gun, only to find it missing from the nightstand where she left it. She grabbed her cell phone instead as the man grew closer. She jumped out of her bed only to be shoved back down as soon as her feet hit the floor. The two struggled until Olivia managed to gain the upper hand. She kicked him in the groin and ran as he crumpled to the ground. She was greeted in her living room by another man guarding the front door. He spotted her and chased her as she headed for the bathroom. Olivia threw anything she could find into the path behind her. The man began tripping and falling over lamps, tables, and everything else she could find. She made it to the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her before locking it. Her hands shook as she dialed a number on her phone.

"Hello?" Peter said sleepily.

There was banging on the door and Olivia could hear men's voices on the other side as she tried to control her erratic breathing.

"Peter." She said as the tears started to fall. There was panic and fear in her voice as she said "Someone's in my apartment."

Peter bolted out of bed. "I'll be right there. Just hang on, Olivia!" Before she could reply he heard the sounds of her bathroom door being broken down and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. "Olivia?" He yelled into his phone, but the line had cut off.