A/N: First foray into fanfic, just a few thoughts as to Olivia's state of mind after a while in Walternate's eerie cell. All thoughts and constructive criticism welcome :)
Disclaimer: All the mind-twisting brilliance that is Fringe is unfortunately not mine, I'm just playing with it :)
Waiting
One by one, they filed into the dark room to view their prize;
"Invader from another universe!" proclaimed one,
"Soldier from another time and place!" espoused another, as they beheld their spoils with wonderment and avarice burning brightly in their treacherous eyes.
However, to the small mass huddled in the corner, and perhaps, at least in part, the only remaining sane mind in the room; the contrived and meaningless utterances issuing forth from the shadows that constantly surrounded her quite simply had no impact any longer. There was a time when she had cared so much, about so many things; but now, after having been enveloped by the suffocating darkness for so long, she felt as if somehow it had crept inside of her and taken up root within her soul. She had never been complete, not truly, this much she knew; but nevertheless she held many things inside of herself: hope, love, the drive to protect – both those she cared about and those who could not protect themselves, a profound sense of moral obligation, of belief in duty, and a deeply held, although largely unfounded need for redemption. Now however, she just felt hollow. Her world was gone, her life was gone, the people that she cared about the most were gone; and the biting irony was that they did not even realise it. The part of her that hoped, pleaded, begged and even prayed for them to notice the imposter; to see through her exterior to the dangerous fraud lurking beneath: that part which awaited rescue at any moment, because surely they would realise the truth, that was the first part of her to die.