Massive Dynamic
"You can't be serious!" said Peter. "No, I can't be this baby's father. That makes no sense."
Brandon said, "Peter, we tested your DNA and it's a 100% match. We're still trying to figure out who the mother might be though."
Peter turned to his father. Ever since he got the deed to Massive Dynamic, Walter must've kept some of Peter's DNA on file. There had been a million ways he must've gotten it. "Listen, as hard as it is to believe, I haven't slept with anyone ever since I joined Fringe Division."
"But, Peter," said Walter. "Aren't you and Agent Dunham...?"
"Walter!" Peter turned to Fauxlivia. "Olivia, please. You have to believe me." But she chuckled. "Relax, Peter. Of course, I believe you."
"Is it possible that the Secretary got a hold of your DNA when you were over there?" asked Broyles. Walter corrected him. "Actually, he would've needed more than DNA. He would need some of his semen."
"Oh God." Peter shook his head. "I...I don't remember. There was a point where I was unconscious and then I woke up at my mother's..."
"That's it, then," said Walter.
"I don't care what you say, Walter! This is NOT my kid!" He stormed out of room. Fauxlivia wasn't sure what to do or how to really feel about all of this to be honest. She knew she would have to make contact with the other side later to figure out what was going on...if this child was part of the plan. She went into the hallway to follow Peter. "Peter..."
"This is crazy, Olivia."
"I know," she said. "This is a lot to take in but maybe you'll feel a little better if we got some rest. Give yourself some time to think. We can figure out what to do in the morning."
"Yeah," he said softly. He took Olivia's hand in his as they headed towards the elevator. But Walter was still in the medical ward looking over the baby in the incubator. Nina arrived to see him. "Walter..."
"My son doesn't want him," he said sadly. "His own flesh and blood."
Nina consoled him. "We could test him again. It is possible there was an error..."
"But it is his son. I can tell. Look at the dimples. Peter's dimples without a doubt. His nose is a Bishop nose. His resemble someone else. Possibly..." He realize he was trailing off with a theory that even in his mind didn't make any sense. He shook it off. "Regardless, this child is Peter's and that makes him my grandson. If he doesn't wish to keep him, then I will."
"Walter, there's no way the FBI will let you be responsible for a child."
"And why not?" he said. "I might be too dependent a being, but I am the owner of this company now. And if Belly can trust me with this, how can I not be trusted with a child? My grandchild?"
"Peter would rather we set him up for adoption."
"What my son wants is none of my concern. I will not let him abandon his own son. Send me the papers."
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New York
Fauxlivia went to Liberty Island the next day to investigate the basement where the baby was found. The damage in the concrete wall had all the telltale signs that this child crossed over from the other side but how was a mystery. There was nothing to indicate that her side used their usual method of transferring something of balanced weight.
Her next trip was to the typewriter store, but someone was already there to meet her.
"Do you know?" she asked him. "Do you know if that child is part of the plan?"
"I haven't heard a thing," said Newton. "Though it's possible."
"Then why send him back here?"
"We'll just have to ask the Secretary, won't we?" Newton then opened the door to the back room and Fauxlivia followed him in.
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Massive Dynamic
Walter happily waved the papers infront of Peter. "Peter, I'm a grandfather!"
"No you're not, Walter."
"Well, I am. And since you refuse to acknowledge the child as yours, I've made myself the boy's legal guardian."
"What?" Peter looked over the adoption papers that was handed to him. Fortunately they haven't been signed yet. "You can't take care of this kid. You can't even do your own shopping!"
"We don't have to worry about that. You and Astrid can do the shopping for me. And my assistants at Massive Dynamic can look after him when we have cases."
"I'm telling you, Walter. He is NOT my son."
"I know it's hard for you to accept, Peter. But you'll come around. I know you will. Until then, I can take care of him. I want to call him, Peter. But of course that is your name. But then I realized that I could call him Peter Junior. What do you think?"
Peter groaned. "You can call him Junior for all I care. This is a mistake, Walter."
At that moment, Fauxlivia returned. "Let's see what she thinks," said Walter. "Oh Agent Dunham, do you think I would be capable of taking care of Junior?"
"Who?"
"The baby," said Peter.
Fauxlivia was surprised. "Well, this case is going to take longer than we thought to investigate. And if he is from the other side, we need to be able to keep track of him. This is the safest place for him right now."
Peter groaned. "I don't think Walter's responsible enough to do this no matter what he says. We shoudln't let him sign those papers yet no matter what."
At that moment Fauxlivia's phone rang. "Excuse me, it's Rachel." She went into the hallway to answer it. "What do you have for me?"
Newton's voice came on the other end. "The child is still with you?"
"Yes."
"Good," he said. "Make sure it stays that way."
"But what's happening? Why is he here?"
"The Seceretary has a new plan to infiltrate the other side."
"Really," said Fauxlivia. "Because I thought he was using my counterpart. That's why she's there and I'm here, isn't it?"
"He says you might need to stay there longer than planned."
Fauxlivia was shocked. "What do you mean? How long are we talking about here?"
"I'll let know," Newton said and then he hung up.
