Hello, I got this idea after watching Marionette, and reading my friend Ashleys story "On the Side Lines" Great story by the way ;) I want Olivia to have some fun. Don't worry this will be Polivia, I have a plan ;)

I want to thank Ashley for all her help in getting this story started, and helping me continue writing it. It wouldn't have flowed as well with out you! Thank you, you are an amazing beta!

Also Check out Ash's new story "High School" :D

Olivia

'I knew it wasn't her, her eyes were different. I don't know what I brought back, but it wasn't Amanda.'

Rollands words played through my mind as if on repeat. I couldn't understand how he could tell that what he brought back wasn't Amanda, but no one, not even Peter, could tell that she wasn't me.

I walked into my apartment, its not even my home anymore,wiping the tears from my eyes. I stupidly though that for once something good had come to me, something that would protect me. But I guess I should have known better. Everything I love and need always seems to get taken from me in some way. 'Did she meet Ella and Rachel? Would they have known the difference?'

I looked around the space, and ran to the bathroom, violently emptying my stomach of its contents into the toilet. I couldn't stay in this place any longer. There was just no way I could wake up in this house, in that bed.

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"Yes, that's right, I'm moving out... I need a new start. This place was my home for so long, but some things have happened that make me feel the need for a new location... Oh no, nothing happened here, I just need a new place to start over... I'm sorry to be leaving as well... Thank you... No I don't know where I'm going to live next, some where around here, just different... You do? Where is it?... 3 streets over? Isn't that place pretty pricey?... You would? Why? Not that I'm not grateful, I'm just curious as to why you are being so generous... Thank you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am... Tomorrow? That sounds perfect, I'll meet you there at 10 AM. Thanks again, good night."

I hung up the phone, feeling happier then I had been for the last two days. I called Rachel and Ella, told them about the move. When Rachel asked if I would need help, I turned her down saying I was fine, I had enough help.

I made one last call before falling asleep on my couch. My last thought before falling into a thankfully dreamless sleep was I needed new furniture.

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The next morning I awoke, not feeling good at all. I took a shower, forgoing the body wash because it wasn't mine and dressed, slowly because for some reason I could only smell her. As I was walking around the apartment collecting items to box up, I came across the discarded MIT shirt. Looking back at how faded it was and how when the last time he wore it, we were together, friends, happy. I sighed and shoved it in a large manila envelope, and hastily scrawled Peters name on the front.

After I had finished that hastily done task, I heard a knock at the door. Glancing up I walked cautiously to the door and looked out the peep hole, sighing in relief when I saw a friendly face.

"Hello Olivia."

"Hi Astrid, thanks for coming." I motioned her to come in, as I moved back to my packing. I saw her look curiously around the room. I knew she saw the bare bed, the clothes littering the floor, but was thankful when she didn't say anything.

"Um Olivia? Whats going on?" Astrid asked sounding a little confused.

"That thing I need your help with is moving." She looked startled for minute before her expression turned back to confusion.

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I knew I could trust her. I didn't let many fall, just enough for her too notice and rush over to me, wrapping me in her arms, telling me it would all be ok.

"I can't stay in this place anymore. It makes me sick to think about what she," I gulped in some air as a painful sob ripped through my chest. "What they did in this place. She took everything from me. This was my HOME." Astrid just held me tighter, letting me weep out all of my hurt, until only anger was left.

"I'm so sorry Olivia," she whispered.

"The guy, Rolland, he knew he didn't bring back the Amanda he knew. Just by looking into her eyes. He knew, because he loved her. Why couldn't Peter know? Why didn't he care enough to see that she wasn't me?" I whimpered out.

"I don't know Olivia. No one else could figure it out either though." Astrid whispered, shame marring her voice.

"Yeah, but you weren't around her 24 hours a day." I said, I couldn't blame Astrid, I had never let her get to know me all that well, but, "he" I spat out, "was with her day in and day out."

Astrid didn't say anything more on the subject.

A few minutes later I had calmed down, and smiled my thanks at Astrid, "thank you Astrid, for coming and helping me. I'm hoping to get everything packed and moved in by tonight."

"Tonight?" She asked, shock and trepidation in her voice.

I chuckled, a sad pathetic sound, "I've sold most of my furniture to the land lady. She said it would help her rent this one out quicker, she also said it would help cut down my rent for the new place."

"You have the same land lady for your new building? Cool, now you don't need to search to hard huh?" She asked, helping to box up items I put in a pile for her.

"Yeah, she offered it right on the spot. Its three streets over, in the fancy district." I told her. "She is even going to cut the rent there to just above what I paid here."

"That's great Olivia," Astrid smiled. "What are you going to do for furniture though?" she asked.

"Well I was hoping you would want to come and get new furniture with me, after we take the boxes to the new place?" I asked, mentally begging she wouldn't leave me alone today. If there was ever a time I needed human interaction, today was the day.

"Of course," She said.

With that we got back to boxing up items I couldn't part with. In the end, I had everything but the couch, bed, kitchen table and chairs packed, the only furniture I kept, besides the coffee and end tables, was a recliner. Except for a couple of items that had been buried, and never worn, all of my clothes were being sent to second hand stores.

Astrid and I looked around the place that had been my home, with a sense of accomplishment. Then I saw the offending yellow envelope on the kitchen table. I walked over and picked it up. "Astrid, next time you go to the lab, could you give this to Peter for me?"

"Of course," she said taking the envelope, probably noticing the soft, light, and lumpy feel of it as she placed it in her bag.

Astrid looked around with a contemplating look to her eye. "I think we should hire a moving truck for the day, there are too many items, plus the big items." I looked around as well, agreeing.

I called a moving company, and hired the truck and movers, that way Astrid and I wouldn't get to tired from all the heavy lifting, not like we couldn't do it, but I just didn't have the strength in me to do it al alone. Now a guy around would be so helpful right now, 'Too bad I don't have any I can I trust.' I thought forlornly.

Within two hours I had seen, fallen in love, and started to move into my new home. And that is exactly what it was. My home. It hasn't been tainted by bad memories, lost love, nothing.

Its new, and mine.

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