This obviously takes place right after the season 2 finale...I'm so WORRIED about what will happen to everyone! :S Anyways please REVIEW and check out the song "Resistance" by Muse! Thanks! ;D

Two days. Olivia had been the other Walter's prisoner for two days. And in those two days she had almost driven herself crazy attempting to guess at what had become of the real Walter and Peter. As she sat alone, freezing and starving in the dark cell, she had come up with thousands of possibilities, all of which were grim.

Olivia couldn't remember what happened after she had set off William Bell's bomb-like device. Obviously, someone knocked her out, most likely with a kick to the back of her head because it was still sore. Then the next thing she knew, she was alone and confused in the darkness.

For the first day of her solitude, Olivia had no knowledge of where she was or how she got there. But after the other Walter's first 'visit', Olivia knew she was his prisoner. And as Olivia sat in the corner of the room shivering, she felt the fear of what would become of her gnaw away at her insides.

She knew that the Walter from this side was cruel and was capable of much worse things than the caring Walter she knew and loved. What would he do with her? Starve her to death? Unlikely, Olivia guessed, Walter needs me for something- otherwise, why would I still be alive? She just pined to know what he needed her for.

And she missed Peter. During the few moments when she wasn't trying to cope with her current situation or when she wasn't worrying about him, she thought back to their kiss. It was passionate and warm...something that she had been waiting a long time for. She should have gone for it sooner instead of waiting for Peter to get around to it, she realized with a smile. Then maybe they could've been together longer before...this happened. Maybe she could've convinced Peter to stay behind and never travel to his home-universe in the first place.

But doubts and regrets would never lead her anywhere. She had to look toward the future.

But at the current moment, there was nothing to look at. She scooted out of the corner and found the center of the room. She slowly lowered herself onto her back and looked up at where the ceiling would be. She closed her eyes, watching the colored blobs dance across the back of her eyelids. Suddenly, rage overpowered her. It was uncontrollable and unexpected, but it shook her body and made her tighten her fists to control it.

But Olivia, she thought to herself, you don't have to control anything. No one can see you. Let go for once in your life.

So she sucked in as much air as her lungs could hold, and screamed louder than she had ever dared before. She kept on screaming, over and over. Whenever she ran out of breath, she would quick inhale once more, and shriek once again, louder than the previous scream.

And while she screamed, Olivia thought of how amazing it felt. To lose control, to finally release all the worry and fear inside her, and to feel alive.

When her throat was so sore that she could no longer make a sound, she felt the urge to laugh overcome her. She rolled back and forth on her back, letting silent giggles shake her. Olivia Dunham, you have surely lost your mind. Haven't you always said that solitary confinement never worked? You're a disgrace.

"Shut up," Olivia mouthed to the other Olivia inside her head. She wasn't crazy. She was just seizing this moment as if it was the last she had. What was insane about that?

Suddenly, in the midst of her giggling fit, the lights flickered on. Immediately, Olivia became silent and quickly jumped to her feet. Just like last time, Olivia recalled that Walter must be coming to speak with her.

Olivia tensed as she saw part of the wall slide over, and the other Walter step into the cell. Before she had a chance to spring towards the open door, it slid closed again. Great. Just great.

The other Walter looked down at her with disgust and contempt, as if he shouldn't even waste his time on her. She hated the man, but if she wanted to get out or eat anything, she had to restrain from saying anything.

She looked up at him with a straight face and asked with no emotion recognizable in her scratchy voice, "What do you want with me?"

The other Walter smirked, as if he had just won some imaginary game, but it faded quickly, replaced by a furrowed brow and a frown.

"The truth is, Agent Dunham, I need your help."