Disclaimer: No owning of the Fringe
Setting: Several years after the Season 3 finale cliffhanger
Olivia ran as fast as she could toward the blinding light that would lead her back to her world. She had succeeded in helping the other side fix the problems that had plagued both worlds and now all that was left was to get home.
But she didn't count on the bridge between the two universes crumbling as she hurried to make it back to her side. The lab was so close, so within reach, that she could see figures of the scientists rushing about and the mad beeping of the machines.
'Just a few more feet', she kept thinking to herself.
But the light was closing in all around her and she knew she was in trouble. She could've turned back but she knew it was too late. So she kept running forward. It was her only chance to live.
Soon, the vision of the lab before her was disappearing in a white light. Olivia could feel herself fading away.
'No. No!'
She wasn't going to make it. She was going to die here, in-between the two worlds.
At one point, Olivia could've sworn that something was pulling at her, a force of some kind. But it didn't matter now. The blinding light made it clear that death was inevitable.
All she could do now was to close her eyes as the bridge around her was alas destroyed.
…
Olivia could feel every muscle in her body cramping up. Even her eyelids were sore from constant squinting. She was curled up in a fetal position in an unknown place that was empty…very empty. It was as white as the light that closed in on her during the bridge's destruction.
Slowly she stretched herself out and opened her eyes. Everything seemed fine with her with the exception of her hands shaking but she then realized that she was naked. Even the wristwatch she wore on her wrist was gone. Instinctively Olivia curled up again but looking around, she couldn't find a single thing to shield herself. There wasn't a thing at all here.
So when Olivia heard the sound of footsteps, she had no clue where they were coming from. There were no doors and hallways wherever this place was. The footsteps were getting closer but Olivia was willing to prepare herself. Even without a single scrap of clothing on, she was still ready to fight to the teeth wherever she was.
But when the moment arrived, she found herself closing her eyes and freezing up. Not what she intended at all.
She could feel something hovering over her (practically breathing on her) then wrapping itself around her form. Olivia finally opened her eyes and looked down to see a white sheet wrapped around her.
"Sorry, it's kinda standard procedure for anyone that gets in here."
The voice sounded terribly familiar yet at the same time she didn't sound like anyone she knew. How could this be? Olivia got up and turned to see the man before him, dressed in a white kurta and pants to match their surrounding. And he seemed ecstatic, almost joyful even, to be seeing her.
It confused Olivia, yet it made her feel joyous as well. But how could it be? Did she really knew this man or was she just relieved to not be alone in this strange place?
"Olivia?"
"Stop," she said. "How do you know my name?"
"Olivia, it's me."
The man now seemed very disappointed. Clearly he knew Olivia but she knew nothing of him. She didn't want to question it but slowly her memories became jumbled, almost as if she had been living two separate lives for years. Soon, she felt a strange emptiness that succumbed her life the past several years that was suddenly now realize, suddenly now fulfilled. She looked at the man and now she knew him. She knew everything about who he was, who his family was, and more importantly…what he meant to her.
"Peter?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Olivia, it's me."
Peter placed his hands to Olivia's cheek. He was incredibly happy as he began to consume more of Olivia's memories. She was still confused but exhilarated.
"Peter? What…how did you…?"
"I wouldn't know where to begin," he said. "Oh god, I've missed you." He pulled her into his arms and started crying. Olivia felt shaken at first but slowly wrapped her arms around him.
"I can't remember," she said. "You were there, in the machine, but that was a few years ago. I can't remember seeing you after that."
"I've been here," he said. He let go of Olivia but was still insistent on holding her hand. He wanted to believe that she was real, that she was really here.
"Where are we?"
"It's the bridge. The bridge I made to save both worlds. You did it, Liv."
"I don't understand," said Olivia. "I've been through the bridge hundreds of times, the other Olivia too. How come I've never seen you until now?"
"I'll show you if you come with me," he said.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Unfortunately you don't have much of a choice," said Peter. "I dunno how to tell you this Olivia, but there's no way out. You're trapped here now. We both are."
