Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or any characters associated with the show. No in"fringe"ment is intended here and no money will be made from my use of these characters.
A/N: I always think about writing fanfic, but I never do it. I just let the ideas fester in my brain. While I appreciate that many here are aspiring writers, I am a scientist and my stories are just an outlet for my subconscious, crazy fantasy world. I appreciate that many will look at my stories and criticize based on their writers' criteria, but this is truly not the purpose of my postings. I hope you enjoy it. If people like where I'm going here I may continue, but this initial posting is just an experiment. Hope you like it!
She lay in bed, but could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his bore into her. Those intense bluish-green orbs gazed at her as if he knew her as if he knew her deepest secrets. How could he? He seemed as if a memory from a dream. In her dreams, he had kissed her, touched her, and made her feel safe, despite his aberrant nature. But to see the corporeal form of these faint whispers of memory was deeply unnerving.
Realizing she was not getting any sleep tonight, she arose to get dressed. She had to see him, had to know why he affected her so. Weaving her way through the empty halls of the Boston federal building as if on autopilot, she reached his door more quickly than she expected. Hesitating slightly, she raised her hand to knock. Swiping her access card, she opened the door to his dark make-shift cell.
"I wondered when you would come," his voice carried from the darkest corner of the room. She quickly turned on the light to see his ragged form rising from the bed. Their eyes met, as they always did in her dream they filled her with comfort and excitement, promise and pain. Pain from the immense feeling of loss she could not place. Making her way to the stark interrogation table, she sat, never releasing his gaze. He moved to follow, taking the chair opposite her.
"What can I do for you 'Liv?" he said, breaking the silence first.
Nonplussed by the ease of which he used her nickname, she hesitated for a moment. Breaking the gaze, uncomfortably, she looked down at the table to gather herself.
"How is it you know me so well? I understand you appearing to Walter, given you are some version of his son. But, why me? How is it possible I saw you in my dreams for weeks before you appeared out of thin air?" She said as firmly as she could muster, her eyes managing to hold his, despite the tumult of emotions she felt.
He smiled slightly, but looked just as uneasy as she. "I don't have the answer to that. After talking to Walter it seems that once I stepped into that machine, I was erased from existence by the Observer. He saved me, us, that night in the lake in my memory, but I'm starting to realize that maybe that was an anomaly, a mistake needing to be fixed. The only way to do that was to erase me from the memories of everyone I love, but it did not work."
Her heart quickened at his words "...everyone he loves?" She was an expert at interrogation. There was no way this man was lying to her, but it just did not make sense. Then again, when had anything in the Fringe division made sense, she thought to herself.
"What do you mean by Observer? You mentioned it to Walter as well. Who is the Observer?" She asked firmly.
"Observers do just that. They observe. We don't know anything more about them other than that they've been witness to every important event in history. However, that night at Reiden Lake, when Walter brought me over from the other side to save my life, one observer intervened. He saved us. Why? I still don't know."
"The other side? You're not Walter's son? You're Walternate's?" Olivia asked, truly puzzled now.
He took a moment before answering her. This really was starting to get confusing. "Yeah, Liv, I am. After Walter brought me here and the Observer saved us, he raised me as his son. That was until about a year or so ago when I realized the truth. I was angry and I ended up going to the other side, some would say I was kidnapped, to see my real parents. But it wasn't right. Walternate didn't care about me; he cared about destroying your world, this world, and needed me to help him do it. No matter how hard I tried, Walter is the only father I know." His gaze softened slightly as he continued, "It wasn't until a beautiful, blonde FBI agent came to rescue me, telling me that I needed to come back because I belong with her that I realized truly that this is where I belong, or at least I did until all this." His soft laugh was filled with irony, but he never broke his gaze.
She had no reply. She merely held his gaze, seeing the pain and love in this man's eyes was almost too much for her. They had been lovers. That was her connection, why he appeared in her dreams as well. It saddened her to realize all the emotions he must be feeling, like the world had awaken from a coma with amnesia. How lonely he must feel.
"Then let's find this Observer, as you call him, and figure this out." She said, rising from the table. Broyles would be angry with her, but she really did not care anymore. If what this man said was true, she could not let someone who seemed to love her so deeply suffer anymore. Mostly, she wanted to remember, wanted to feel the connection this main seemed to have with her.
She walked to the door, opened it and turned toward him again. "You coming?" She said with a slight smile, which grew as the smile on his face became full and bright. Her heart skipped a beat. She certainly could not deny her attraction to him, but thought it would be best not to show it now. There was work to be done.
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