Summary: He's like broken glass; beautiful but with edges so sharp and jagged that you could bleed trying to pick up the pieces. There are those willing to try and piece him back together… People like his father, Peter Bishop. A Henry Au story.
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Fallen Apple from the Family Tree
A Fringe Fanfiction
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Need to knows: This is the prelude to the Fanfiction depicting how Henry escaped and the next chapter will take place post season 4. And without further ado...
Prelude: Saving Henry
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean;
if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."
-Mahatma Gandhi
Humanity is a dark, corrupt thing. Throughout history, humans have played hands in malicious and evil events- from Cain and Able acting out the first murder, to the Pattern-related events, and everything in-between. They let things like jealousy, greed, selfishness, hatred, prejudices fuel their decisions, actions, thoughts. Yes, the observer named October knew all about the darkness of humanity… watched it flourish again and again but it was the beauty beneath the darkness that he always wanted to observe.
In the darkest hours before dawn, the cries of her bawling baby boy ripped (Alt) Olivia Dunham from her comatose-like slumber. For a brief second, the selfish thought of waking up Lincoln, who slept soundly on the couch opposite to hers, crossed her mind but he'd already gone above and beyond the call of duty countless times in the short time since Henry was born.
Besides, she didn't really mind the lack of sleep, the odd hours… no. She loved being a mother, his mother, more than life itself. Pushing the plush throw aside, legs that feel like they're made of lead are dangled from the edge of the couch until they find carpet and she pushes her fatigued body upright.
"Hang on, nugget," she gently coos beneath the makings of a thick yawn which is immediately expelled. "Mommy's coming."
Shuffling around the coffee table and towards the bawling baby boy, the soft texture of the rug transforms to cool hardwood beneath her bare feet. Spindly arms reach into the basinet and coop up the baby boy currently testing his lungs. Immediately she takes to a bounce and rock technique she's seemed to master over the past few days, a trick up her sleeve that made him putty in her hands.
Bringing him up slightly she presses a little kisses across the soft mocha hued fuzz that covered his head and the sobs coming from his lips die, replaced by his lips curling up at the edges in what she knew was a smile. Heavy lids open slightly as his small hand reaches out, all five tiny fingers wrapping around her thumb in a tight grip.
"Henry up?" asks a yawning Lincoln, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yeah," she says moving back to the couch, not wanting to set the baby back in his bassinet just yet. "He just wanted his mommy."
October stands in the darkened hallway quietly observing the red-headed woman's adoration for her baby boy and, though he's not supposed to be able to feel, October felt a pang striking at her heart knowing that the young innocent's fate. In just a few days- if his colleagues have it their way- they'll erase Peter and the baby, fix their mistakes. That was what the other observers saw this boy as.
They saw a mistake that needed rectifying.
But when October looks at the boy, he sees things entirely different. That's how he knows he cannot allow for this little wonder to be erased. He'd wait for his opportunity and then he'd save the boy. If September could change fate then so could he.
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