This is my first Fan fiction and I hope you like it.
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Epilogue
"You remind me of somebody I know." There was a strained pause. "But your hair is different. I think I like your better." He smiled at the new Olivia, trying to gain her confidence. She smiled back. "Would your excuse us please, Peter. I need to speak to agent Dunnam." Peter nodded, slowly and exited the room. She looks so much like Olivia. Its so strange. She looks like her but doesn't feel like her. Peter thought as he walked the the wide ope waiting room. I'll just go along with it for now. And i'll see were it gets me. Peter sat down in one of the big black leather chairs, thinking about what the Olivia he new was doing.
At Peter's new apartment.
"You know when people find out you've returned, your going to be famous." Olivia 2 smiled at him. Peter looked at her with confusion written on his face. "What do you mean?" She shrugged. "Well, your kidnapping. Its a famous story." She looked at him in all seriousness. "So you mean I'm like the Lindberg Baby?" He snorted at his joke and waited for her to show singes of amusement as well. She frowned. "The what?" He paused and looked down. I forgot about that. He sighed. "Nothing." He grunted. He looked out at the tall buildings, in this unknown place. "What's she like?" Olivia 2 asked. He turned around and frowned. "who?" He asked in mild puzzlement. She smiled and let out an amused breath. "Me." His expression immediately melted. Beautiful, inspiring, passionate. He smiled to himself. "She's a lot like you. Maybe darker in the eyes." Her beautiful eyes. He smiled again. "But she's always trying to make up for something. Right some imaginary wrong." He though about how that had made her so sad so distant. "Haunted, I guess." He looked down now sad. He missed her. He couldn't deny that. Olivia 2 looked over at him, face neutral and full of pity for her other self. There was a deep burning in his throat, and his eyes started to sting. He would miss her more that a lot. He didn't know if he could do this without her. "Maybe she's nothing like you at all." He voice cracked. He wasn't going to cry. He took a deep breath to compose him self. "Ummm, thanks for the ride." He said. She nodded her head. "Of course." She said starting to walked backwards. Then she turned and walked out of the apartment. He stood there looking outside at the foreign buildings, as he heard the door click shut. He sighed Oh,Olivia. I'm sorry. He thought and looked down at his feet.