AN: Disclaimer, why bother, everyone knows who owns Fringe and it's not me!
Hello everyone, this is chapter one, Chapter two will be, when I manage to get it out.
This story pretty much hit me this morning, so I needed to get it into writing before it went poof like the wind.
Enjoy.

Chapter one
First encounter

"Walter, I swear to God, if you blow one more thing up!" Astrid walked into the lab brushing her hand into her hair; she spent a good fifteen minutes in the restroom getting, remains of chicken guts out of her hair. She still felt dirty, but glanced over the man she'd grown to love like a father figure. "Walter, what are you doing?"

"Oh Astoria," Walter broke into a charming smile, "I was just about to test the reaction of the pig, to the current of waves we found at the scene."

"Walter, I just spend time getting chicken guts from my hair, can you please stop this!" Her voice strained, she'd no idea where he got the dead pig from, she wasn't going to ask either while reaching for her purse, "I'm going to get some lunch, you wanna come with?" She asked with a quick nudged towards the door.

"No, you better go, I'll finish up this," He kept looking to the pig, he brushed a hand over it slowly, "But can you get me something, I feel like maybe," He glanced over the pig again, "I really would love a ham roll from the cafeteria."

"Okay, I won't be too long, but if you blow that up, you're cleaning it off the ceiling this time," Astrid pointed up, some of the dead chicken was still on the ceiling fan, but she'd get to it after getting something to eat.

Walter kept touching the pig, he really wanted to try, but knowing that he wasn't sure what he did wrong with the chicken, but the pig was different, maybe this one won't explode. "I'll just do a little wave test, then increase the pressure slowly." Walter spoke to himself; he nodded to confirm it before turning to be face to face with a young woman. "I'm sorry, but can I help you?" He looked over her, he wasn't sure why, but she reminded him of some one. The girl, with her long curly brown hair, her blue eyes were staring at him. The girl's face fell for a second, tilting her face to the right, Walter kept watching her trying to remember her, but nothing was coming to mind, "I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't…"

"Dad," The girl's voice was soft, surprised, but she kept still looking over the man in front of her.

Walter for a second felt frozen on the spot, he'd never seen this girl, he didn't know her, but most of all he was scared that he was meant to know her, but he couldn't place her anywhere. "I'm sorry, I, I don't know you." His voice shivered.

The girl bit her lip, "But it's me, Helen." Her eyes looking over Walter, but he just kept staring at her more intensely.

Walter took a step back, "I am sorry, but I do not know you, I don't have a daughter…" His voice trembling with the fear, he kept searching around himself, feeling venerable.

Helen took a step forward, but her hand reached out, seeing Walter's hesitation, she pulled back slowly, "I," She glanced around the lab, "I'm so confused, you're saying you don't have a daughter?"

Walter nodded, "I only have a son," His words careful now.

"Peter!" Helen pointed, "He's your lab assistant right?"

Walter was more confused now, his eyes studied the girl, he then noticed her face, more the point her nose, he reached up touching his own face, and then looked over hers again, "You know Peter?" He asked softly.

Helen nodded, "He's my annoying brother, of course I know him," Her face creasing up, "I," She stopped talking.

"Who you talking to Walter?" Astrid walked in holding a bag, her face amused, slowly closing the door behind her.

Walter kept looking to Helen, back to Astrid, "She can't see me, only you can," Helen whispered softly.

"I was just talking to myself Astor," Walter found it hard not to look back to the girl who claimed to be his daughter, but most of all how can she only be appearing to him. "You got my roll?"

"Yes," Astrid smiled, she walked over to Walter before glimpsing behind him, "Still here," She glanced over the pig.

Walter took the roll from her, then followed her eyes to the pig, "I haven't started yet," He inhaled, "I am not feeling that well."

Astrid reached out touching her hand to his forehead, "You want a ride home?" She asked softly.

"No, I'll be quiet alright," Walter smiled, but for a second looking over to Helen still standing, and as she said, Astrid wasn't even aware of her presence.

Astrid nodded, "Well, I'll be in the office getting some work done, you'll be alright on your own?"

"I'll be fine," Walter watched as Astrid walked away, he waited until the office door was fully closed before turning to face the girl again. "How are you doing that?"

Helen nervously bit her lip, "I'm in the tank…" she cringed for a second, her eyes closed tight as if waiting to be told off.

But Walter kept watching her, "The tank?" He asked, but more for himself. He quickly rushed over to the Tank opening it quickly to see nothing inside, "you're not in here." Helen's eyes opened slowly, he could see her curious expression, he saw Elizabeth, "How is this?"

Helen finally smiled, "Oh it's a long story, but I can tell you, I am," She squealed a little, her hands holding onto each other.

"I'm sorry, but, I can't understand," Walter then closed the tank doors quickly, his eyes for a second on her face, "Wait, William Bell, do you know him?"

Helen laughed, "Uncle William," Her voice calm, "You and him," she paused seeing the look of distress on Walter's face, "Oh, I'm, I am sorry," her hands dropping to her sides.

"No, it's okay, but where are you from?" He asked, the curiosity was too much, he knew she wasn't from the alternate universe that he was aware of, so she wasn't in a world falling apart, but she was here, his eyes wide, "You shouldn't be here!" he snapped, "You don't know the damage you could be causing to our worlds."

Helen exhaled, "Typical, I manage a way to link my brainwaves to yours from my universe to yours, and you yell at me!" Her eyes focused, "I am not travelling by body, but mind, I am not here, I am there, you are here seeing a projection of myself into your mind."

Walter laughed, "You're a bright young lady," He then thought about the many things him and William used to talk about, "But how are you doing this?"

Helen's eyes fell, her hand reached into her hair, "I..." and suddenly she vanished from view, Walter left standing there staring at the space the girl was, he turned to see the door open.

"You okay Walter?" Peter asked while looking to the confusion on his father's face, "Walter." He repeated quickly rushing to his father's side.

Walter kept watching the empty space, back to Peter, "I," He didn't know how to start, but shook his head, "It was just me, seeing things." He exhaled.

Helen coughed and spluttered while slapping her hands about, "Get off me!" Her voice was yelling loudly.

"What the hell Helen!" Peter snapped, his arms holding his little sister, he'd spent a good four hours trying to find her, he finally tracked her down to the old Lab in Harvard, his eyes searching hers. He glanced over the wires attached to her, the machines on, her laptop recording the whole thing. "I thought I told you, you can't do this."

Helen feeling the sudden cold, her body started to shiver, feeling the effects of the drugs wearing off, the pain in the back of her neck, she watched as Peter walked away from her to collect a blanket wrapping it around her, "I did it, I made it work…"

"No, you got high," Peter started to take the drip from the back of her neck, feeling her resist it; he kept trying to be calm, "You could have killed yourself," He continued taking the electro pads off her skin, "Then leave me to tell mum, that you've gone and pulled a Dad and gotten yourself killed, for what Helen?" His words bitter in the last part of his rant, his eyes focused down on hers. "For what? You can't bring him back!"

Helen bit her lip, her hand touching the back of her neck, she knew it worked, she saw him, he saw her, now she just needed a way to go there herself. "I miss him Peter, I saw him, he." Her sentence stopped abruptly, "He said he didn't have a daughter."

Peter exhaled, "You know, I love you Sis, I do," He brushed some of her wet curls behind her ear, "But you seriously need to drop it," he kept calm, "Dad, William, the whole alternate universe thing," He tried to speak reason to Helen, "They're not real, and you just dosed yourself with a lethal amount of drugs, and you could of died chasing his dream."

"It's not a dream Peter," Helen finally getting to her feet, she pulled the blanket around herself tighter, "It's not a dream, and I will prove it once and for all!" Storming off, Peter could only watch Helen heading into the office.
The lab hadn't been used for years, but Peter knew it was kept out of sentimental value. He hadn't been here for a long while, not since he'd preferred the Massive Dynamic's labs a lot more.

Helen now dressed, he sighed, "You know mum is going to kill you when we get home," He brushed a hand down her back, "Promise you won't do this again."

Helen looked up into Peter eyes, she could see he'd been worried about her, it wasn't a secret he was still hurting, but she wasn't ready to let go, "Okay, I promise," Her smile cute as she watched Peter turn the lights off leaving their father's old lab behind them.