A/N: This is definitely out-of-canon but follows the main relationship lines of the show, but with some minor changes.
John Scott is still alive, but because of his betrayal, Olivia left him.
There is no Alternate Universe (well they haven't discovered it yet).
Charlie is still alive too.
Any decent names for a title are greatly appreciated. I'm going with 'In 10 Months' until a better one is found.
PREFACE
August 3rd 2012
"Hey, Olivia, look at me? Don't go to sleep, look at me!" Astrid's voice called to her.
Olivia Dunham. She never showed pain, she never showed weakness, she never gave up. The end of the world and ten months of surviving it can change a person.
Olivia was slumped over on the floor of the Walter's lab. Her back resting against the wall, her knees at her chest. Astrid was knelt at her feet, struggling to keep her awake.
"No, no, Astrid, let me sleep, please. I want to sleep." She begged her. But Astrid refused to let her. She wiped her forehead with a wet washer, stroking her cheek calmingly.
"Liv, sweetie, I need to you push now. Okay?" Astrid instructed. She had laid old clothing and towels down to make the floor more comfortable. Laying Olivia down as best she could, she knelt between her legs. The tattered ends of the blue dress Olivia worn, falling to her waist.
Olivia muffled a scream, "Ahhhhhh! It hurts, Astrid, make it stop!" she begged her as another contraction hit. Olivia was panting and sweating madly.
"Liv, there's no more painkillers, you'll have to tough it out, come on, just breathe. I need to you push, come on, Olivia." Astrid tried to keep a smile on her face, to reassure not only Olivia, but also herself. She was scared out of her mind about delivering the baby.
Astrid had read through whatever books on pregnancy remained in the decaying ruins of the library. Little information that had survived, told Astrid just enough to deliver the baby safely, but in their current situation, the baby was safer inside Olivia then in . . . in this horrid place the world had become. No child should be born into such a place.
"No, not yet. I'm so tired, Astrid." Olivia struggled in Astrid's arms. She looked over shoulder, out the broken window. The sun was setting and her eyes suddenly became wide with fear. "Astrid!" she called desperately.
"What, what's wrong sweetie?"
"Astrid, the sun!" Astrid followed Olivia's stare.
"Oh no!"
As the sun disappeared, and Boston was plunged into darkness, gunshots ringed out through the lab. The cry and howling of the creatures outside caused an already panicked Ella to start crying. Ella and Walter were huddled up in the office, Walter having wrapped a blanket around Ella to keep her warm. He started singing, trying to get her to fall asleep. It had started to work until a loud scream echoed down to the office from behind the doors to the lab. Ella crawled into Walter's arms. Walter had become a 'better man', he was more understanding, more thoughtful and cared dearly for Ella. Always talking to her, calming her, entertaining her.
The fire in the middle of the room flickered, giving the room an extra eeriness.
There was shouting and a tormenting silence, before Charlie Francis, John Scott and Peter Bishop crashed through the doors of the lab. They stood just feet from the door, guns armed, prepared to shoot whatever came through them.
"Where is he?" Peter yelled,
More gunfire erupted followed by the shrill cries of the creatures dying.
Seconds later Broyles dived through the door, sliding onto the floor, shooting several rounds at the looming creatures that stalked him. They shrieked as the bullets tore through their skin, backing off slightly; allowing Charlie and John enough time to deadlock and secure the door.
The creatures pounded on the door, like they did every night when the sun went down.
Peter immediately ran to Olivia's side, holding her hand. She squeezed it, hard, as another contraction shook through her delicate body.
Charlie did what he could, wiping her forehead, keeping her cool. Broyles and John stood guard, watching out the windows, watching the creatures do their usual hunt for anything moving, hunting for meat.
"There's more of them tonight." John noted aloud. There were at least a dozen circling the buildings.
"Well, we're probably the only people for miles; we're like a buffet for these . . . creatures. I mean, seriously, what the hell are they?" Charlie asked, turning towards Walter as he closed the door to the office with a now sleeping Ella.
"I believe these creatures are more evolved then their parents, the creature's that we first encountered." Walter began to explain, "They have developed more for hunting, and they have heightened senses and strategic attack methods. We can fight them off, but at the way they breed, we won't be able to out run them, unless we find a poison to kill them. Maybe some kind of gas . . . or, or liquid, in their drinking supply?" Walter began rambling several formulas.
"Hate to bust your mood Walter, but I have a baby trying to get out over here!" Olivia cried, she rubbed her large stomach, trying to calm the baby. She was determined to keep it in. Holding her legs to her chest again, breathing evenly.
It couldn't come out, not now, not just yet. She would make him wait until daylight, it wasn't safe, but it was safer than during the night.
"Oh, yes right, Agent Dunham." Walter said, suddenly remembering the pregnant blond women.
"John, third window!" Broyles shouted,
John ran to the third window from the left; a creature was peering through, clawing at the bars. He shot it, killing it with ease.
"You know, they're getting sloppy, or we're just getting better at killing them." John beamed. John had been happier killing the creatures; he was less aggravated towards Peter, and had backed off trying to get Olivia back, especially since she became pregnant.
John turned his back to the window, smiling widely at the group, bragging mentally about his 89th kill.
Olivia looked up at him, smiling. She then noticed two huge black eyes peering through the bars, glistening from the light of the small fire they had built.
"John!" she called to him, trying to warn him.
It was too late. Thick claws sliced through the gap in the bars, cutting into John's back, ripping his shirt and cutting deep into his flesh.
Broyles killed it instantly, and then firing warning shots out the window for other to hear. John's body slumped to the floor, blood pooling from his wounds in his back.
"Astrid, help him!" Peter ordered, taking over her position as she tended to John.
Astrid was the only one, other than Walter who knew how to properly tend to deep flesh wounds. She applied pressure, wrapping and bandaging what she could.
Olivia had gone from breaking Astrid's fingers, to Peter's, squeezing his hand as the 8th contraction in the last 10 minutes came.
"Peter! Peter, Peter, Peter! I think its coming. The baby, he's coming!" she was scared, more likely terrified. She was giving birth to a baby, in the middle of a lab, during the middle of the night, whilst being attacked by creatures determined to kill and eat them, after the world had ended, and now John gravely injured. She wondered, Could the night get any worse?
Olivia regretted the thought instantly. Something would definitely go wrong now.
