MICROSCOPIC MAGNETS

Introduction

Hey, this is my second fanfic. And if you haven't, please check out my first fanfic: Mannequins. It's not yet done but there's a few chapters in there that will keep you on.

This fanfic sets right after Stowaway episode. So there will be some references back on old episodes of Fringe will be spoilery for you if you haven't watch them all yet!

Now, this fanfic is a bit slow and it will be highly character-focused, I don't know how much I can sustain this style, but as far as the first three chapters go, it will be focus on one character and then a little bit about their past (or if not, some of their emotional battle/decisions).

Please write a review if you can!

Disclaimer

As much as I want to, I am not affiliated with the TV show Fringe. I am just one of the fans who have wild ideas and would want to put it into a fanfic. I do not claim to be an expert in writing nor what I write to be accurate, so please do not crucify me on that basis. Constructive criticism, however, is welcome. Thank you for reading.

CHAPTER TWO

The sun shines down to the glass window, scattering the light to the receiving area of the Bishop's. It is another new day.

Walter feels the warmth on his face. It's almost an instant reaction... he opens his eyes, rises up from the couch and spread his arms like wings. Walter performs a big yawn. He is delighted that the parameters of his experiment are still intact... usually long term experiments on a human body are prone to natural change and degradation. Ever since Walter was taken out from St. Claire's, he secretly performs a personal experiment.

Walter remembers more than forty years ago. It was a secret project of the government, specifically by the military. Walter Bishop and William Bell's paths crossed when they were enlisted by the military to develop a way to alter the state of the army and the enemies... any form of technology that will enhance the ability of the army to fight and downgrade the enemies' defensive and offensive moves.

In the first meeting with the army, Walter Bishop started off by telling everyone in the room that the human body can be controlled exactly like any other machine.

"Computers. Gentlemen. Just like computers, we can alter what the human body to bring out what we need from it. The human cell can be remotely switch to a lysis stage. Or better, to force them to grow bigger and reproduce, ultimately making our soldiers look big and fearful."

Unknown to Walter at that time, the impending war he should prepare is against himself... his parallel self, the person who looks exactly like him, act like him, think like him but not him. The alternate universe is more technically advanced than this universe. Personal computers are already widespread on that universe as early as that era.

"Sure, you are right, Mister..."

"Bishop." Walter finished Bell statement.

"But it is not as easy as it seems. Before we can remotely trigger the cell with all these artificial effects, we need to implant the instructions and messages to the programming center of the cell, the nucleus. We cannot send binary messages like computers. We have to code the message with DNA language. It takes a great effort and multitude of work to understand DNA, what more... we have to use this as our language tool."

After the meeting, the two postgraduate students were left in the round table. William Bell stood up and walk towards Walter. He reached out his hands.

"William. William Bell."

Walter stands up. "Bishop. Walter Bishop."

And the great friendship began. And lost. And regained.

Walter struggles to remember the details of the project. All he can recall are the key experimental setups that enable him to develop a circadian rhythm control. The sun, for instance, was a stimulus that switch on his attention and makes him feel awake. He can even switch his circadian rhythm easily to feel awake all night. All he need is to specify the instruction. And the microscopic particles on his body will vibrate and send out these information directed towards the nucleus.

Walter puts on his apron and wants to start an early breakfast. The clock ticks to seven.

"Raspberry chocolate chip pancakes! I think Belly will like this breakfast."

Walter collects the ingredients. Then he realized that something is missing... not ingredients but information. He forgets how much sugar he should put for Belly's taste.

With the apron still on, Walter runs up to the second floor and quickly opens the door to the room of Peter.

"Belly! Belly!"

Walter finds the body under the duvet move. A head pops out. Peter's still half-asleep and trying to open his eyes.

"Walter! What are you blabbering about early this morning?"

Walter runs toward Peter's bed. He touches the duvet, pressing hard, as if looking for something... or someone. Frustrated, Walter drags the duvet out of the bed, leaving a half-naked Peter.

"Do you really have to do this, Walter?"

"Where is Belly?"

"Look, Walter, do you seriously think you can find your old pal in my bed?"

"Well, it is still Olivia's body. I thought..."

"We are not going to cross that line, Walter." Peter is clearly annoyed, "Now tell me, Walter, what are you doing in my room so early and looking for William Bell?"

"I... I just want to know how much sugar should I put in the pancake?"

Peter stands up and takes the duvet from Walter.

"You go back to your kitchen and choose a number between 1 and 10. I will go back to my sleep. And William Bell can do whatever he please."

Walter slowly walks toward the door. Then suddenly looks back to Peter.

"Peter! Chocolate, milk or tea..."

"Walter!" Peter shouts.

When Walter is about to step out of the door, Peter's phone suddenly rings.

"Why can't I get a proper sleep?" Peter is now really tick off. He answers the phone, "Peter."

Peter's sleepiness suddenly vanishes into thin air.

"What's wrong, son?"

Peter puts down the phone. "It's Nina. Something bad happened to Bell. We need to go to Massive Dynamic now."