Anyone mind if I add in a little non-romantic O2ness in this chapter?


"Lincoln." Olivia gasped finally catching up to him. "Wait."

He ignored her as he turned the corner.

She stopped. "Agent Lee!" She barked forcefully. shocked, he turned to look at her. She was disheveled, he could clearly see it. She was hiding behind her mask of professionalism but he could spot the hurt and fear in her eyes and saw the tremble of her hands as she folded her arms over her chest. Peter had had more effect on her than she would ever know.

Satisfied she now had his attention. she went to him. "Look... We uh should talk..."

He shrugged. "About what Liv?" He used that nickname and she found herself unable to resist a grimace. 5 minutes ago Peter had been calling her that...

"You know what." She breathed, frustration nagging at her.

"Olivia I don't know what to say except I'm sorry?" he murmured. "I didn't mean to..."

She shook her head. "No. I'm grateful you were there." She admitted half heartedly with a weak smile.

He frowned. The agent took a deep breath and adjusted the glasses on his face. "But why? Olivia he loves you so much, why can't you see that? Maybe he is who he says he is. Just give him a chance Liv. God knows you need it too."

She recoiled, appalled by his words. Somehow Peter had gained Lincoln on his side. Together they made her feel like shit. She hated it. Olivia scoffed in disbelief and turned to walk away.

Lincoln let her go.


She hated everything. She just wanted things to go back to before. Before that man showed up.

She needed to get out of the world, clear her mind. Somehow she found herself at the bridge between the worlds on Liberty Island.

Originally her plan had been to find her surrogate mother and have her calm her fears, but fearing that Nina's response would be a kin to the one Lincoln had, Olivia changed her mind.

"Agent Lyons." She addressed the man behind the communications board. He stood up.

"Dunham."

She smiled and nodded for him to relax. "Can you patch through a request to the other side for me?"

"Of course. Whom or what do you need?"

Olivia bit her lip for a second, unsure of herself. "See if Fringe Agent Olivia Dunham is busy."

He gave her an odd look before obliging and typing the alert into the computer. Several minutes passed by before her alternate appeared on the screen. "Dunham." she grumbled.

"Agent, you're presence has been requested at the bridge." Lyons reported.

"By who?" The red head asked in annoyance.

Olivia stepped into the frame. "By me."

Her alternate raised her eye brows "Oh goody." she snarkily replied.

Damn she was so annoying, just like Peter. "Can you just meet me please?"

She rolled her eyes and Olivia caught sight of Lincoln moving behind her. "45 minutes." she replied dryly before closing the communication link.


"Well you look like shit." The alternate remarked as she strode in to meet Agent Dunham.

She sat down at a table in one of the lounges of the facility. Olivia nudged a warm cup of coffee across the table to her. Liv's eyes lit up and she greedily took the drink from her, grateful to have something that was so precious and scarce in her world.

Liv listened attentively, sipping her coffee as Olivia unloaded everything onto her.

When she had finished, Altliv sat up and leaned across the table. "Well this guys seems like an asshole." she remarked.

Olivia sighed in relief at the comment. She didn't protest as the red head snatched her own coffee off the table and took a drink, having guzzled her own down long ago. She grimaced at the taste. "Blegh. How can you drink it like that?" Despite her distaste she took another large sip before she returned the cup to the blonde. She leaned, kicking back in her chair. "How dare this tool bag behave in such a manner." she continued from her previous remark. Olivia smiled gratefully and stared down at the table. "I mean coming in professing his love for you. Wanting to take care of you. To love you. To show you what life is like with someone who cares in that way. How deplorable and awful."

It took a moment for Olivia to catch onto the sarcasm. Tears sprung to her eyes. Was no one on her side?

"Don't- don't do that!" Liv hurried seeing the hurt and pain on her alternate's face. The woman really was broken, seemingly beyond repair. Whoever the man was, he had a profound effect on her. The red head was concerned by Olivia's demeanor. She was usually so strong, professional and stubborn. But here she was like a fragile little girl. Liv regretted her comments. They may have been enemies but Liv did care for Olivia in a different way. She didn't really want to hurt her. They were the same.

Olivia struggled for control over her emotions, hating to appear so weak to her doppelganger. Taking her by surprise, Liv reached a hand across the table and laid it on her arm. "Hey..."

Olivia looked up to meet her eyes, those green eyes that matched hers.

"Have faith babe." Liv told her, flashing a grin.

Olivia couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Cheer up. Go kick some ass. But keep your heart open." Liv told her. "Trust me."

Olivia wiped her face quickly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Does Olive need a hug?" Liv asked in a sing-song tone, smiling.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Uh no. Thanks."

Liv stood up and popped her knuckles. "Well you're gonna get one."

Olivia started to protest but arms wrapped around her tightly. They held her there for a bit before Olivia allowed herself to return the embrace. She broke down, long heaving sobs rolling out of her and muffling into Liv's shoulder. She felt real comfort. Call it pure narcissism, but Olivia felt safe in her alternate's arms, her own arms.

Liv was at a loss. What the hell was happening? She couldn't stop herself as she stroked Olivia's hair, soothing her. Olivia clung tighter, wishing she could fall into Liv and disappear.

"You need to rest Olive." The nickname was used in tenderness instead of mocking as usual. "You haven't slept in days, I can see it."

The blonde frowned, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Can I take you home?" She asked gently, really at a loss of how to handle this situation.

She held an arm around Olivia's waist as she helped her to the door to the agent's world.

They were stopped at the entrance however, two men stepping before them.

Liv scoffed. "Really guys?"

The men took in the sight of Olivia in the red head's arms. "You are restricted to access without confirmation from your colonel Broyles." one of the men stated firmly and evenly.

Liv rolled her eyes. "I just want to take agent Dunham here home. That's all. Get the sticks out of your asses and just let us through." She sneered.

Amidst her stupor, Olivia couldn't help but smile at her alternate's boldness.


Somehow Liv had made her way past them because the next thing Olivia knew they were in her apartment. Liv tossed her twin's keys on the counter and helped her to her bedroom. "Home sweet home." She muttered, somewhat irked by her surroundings.

Liv lowered her on the bed gently and brushed back her hair. Olivia was asleep instantly. The red head smiled, still feeling awkward about the entire situation yet unable to stop herself from noticing how pretty Olivia was.

She removed the blonde's shoes and socks and gently turned her to the side to peel her jacket off.

After tucking a blanket around her, Liv scribbled a quick note on a pad of paper and left it on the nightstand for Olivia to find when she awoke. She then scrounged around her twin's jacket and pulled out her phone. Olivia was going to hate her for doing this but someday she'd thank her. The red head chewed her lip as she dialed.