Hola. This is my first FanFiction story, so be nice. ;) I know it's kind of short, but I thought what I didn't have in length, I'd make up for in context. So without further or do. . . . :
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She hugged her knees even tighter to her chest and tried with all her might to focus on breathing.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
The gentle "whoosh" sound coming from her mouth provided enough comfort to keep her sane, if only for a moment.
Her thoughts and the darkness seemed to work together. Both threatening to consume her. Her thoughts screaming in frustration and asked an endless stream of questions, while it's partner played with her sanity, dragging what she tried her best to hide, out in the open. Raw fear.
Her face contorted as the lump in her throat started to hurt. She would not cry. Olivia Dunham never cried. But just as this thought entered her mind, a lone tear managed to escape and cascaded down until it stopped at the tip of her nose. She watched it for a couple of seconds as it hung there. Then with a small splash, it landed on the floor.
That's when she lost it. Taking one sharp intake of breath, she let it all go. Her shoulders shook violently as she buried her face in her hands. I cant do this, she thought. There was no way out. She was stuck here. In a place she didn't know. Where everything was different. The people were different. Walter was different. He was heartless. Evil. He put her here. In this room. In this cage.
Her sadness turned into angry, bitter tears at this point. Angrily wiping any stray tears from her face, she pushed herself up and walked over to the glass window where the "other" Walter looked in from to check in on how she was doing every now and again. Olivia pounded her fists on the glass as hard as she could. "Walter! Can you hear me?" she shouted. "Peter will know!" Her hands were now at her sides, balled into tight fists. "He'll come back for me." Her voice fell. "I know he will." But even as she said these words out loud, doubt seeped into the edges of her mind, causing her to pause.
Light suddenly entered the room as the shade that covered the glass was lifted. "Is that so?" Walter asked.
Olivia opened her eyes and eventually settled with a squint. She peered at the face of Walter with disgust and fear rolled up into one expression. His smug look made her stomach coil.
Finding her voice, she answered his question. "Yes."
Walter raised his eyebrows and kept his mouth in a straight line as he started to pace. "I find that hard to believe, my dear." When she didn't question this, he continued. "You see, I know him like my own son." He chuckled at his own joke and resumed. "He's smart." He turned his head and faced her. "But I'm smarter." with this, he lowered the cover, but stopped halfway, crouched down, and peered at her from under it. "You will pay for what you've done. Taking him from me, that is." And then after a moments thought he added, "Again".
The cover shut out the last of the light and Olivia sank back down to the floor with dread. Peter would know that the "other" Olivia wasn't her, wouldn't he?
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Peter shoved Walter away from him. "Stop hugging me Walter," he growled.
Walter backed off and hung his head. "I'm just glad you decided to come back." Then after hesitation, he added "Son."
Peter let him get away with calling him "son" for the time being. He grunted and walked out of the kitchen, heading for the front door. "I'm going for a walk." Then with a little more tenderness, he added, "Make sure you call Astrid and tell her we're ok." And with one last longing look, Peter opened the door and closed it behind him.
He pulled the jacket closer around his body even though it was quite warm outside and continued following the strip of concrete along side the road. This was too much to comprehend. His mind was going in circles, trying to catch up with the latest events and make sense of them. He wasn't from here. He was from "the other side", where his biological father was president of the company Massive Dynamic, left to grieve after the Walter he knew as "father" came and stole his son, him, when his own had died. It was a twisted story and it all centered around him. It sickened him to know that he didn't belong anywhere. His biological father had only wanted to use him, it turned out. For his own selfish reasons.
Peter scowled at this last thought and kicked a rock out of the way. He stopped and looked up, curious of where he was. He sighed when he realized he had ended up at Olivia's apartment. Figures, he thought.
Ever since she kissed him, he knew he had to come back. At least for her. He didn't want to be like John. Someone who gained her trust and then betrayed her. He brought his index finger up to his lips and traced them for the third time that night. Peter could still feel the desperation lingering, could still taste her.
Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself at Olivia's door. He brought his right knuckles up to knock, but paused out of nervousness. He frowned and ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he knocked twice.
Peter stood there for a few minutes and turned to leave when the door opened. She must have been asleep, for her hair was sticking up at odd ends and she had an over-sized t-shirt on. He watched as she rubbed one eye before looking at him closely and whispering "Peter?"
For a moment he thought about turning around and leaving, but then decided against it. He smiled nervously before chuckling softly. "Nice hair," he gestured with his hand, picking up one of the strands and played with it for a minute. Olivia gave him an annoyed, but playful look and swatted his hand away. "What's up?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
Peter studied her for a minute and noticed the sick feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely wrong.
So that was it. -shrugs shoulders- Tell me what you think and also, don't hesitate to correct me on any spelling or grammar mistakes. (: Thanks for reading.
