CHAPTER 2: "Lies and meetings"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fringe and its characters are not mine, it doesn´t matter how much I wish they were mine.

Summary:What if Olivia wasn´t able to come back to our side by herself? What if this time it was Peter who went over there to bring her back? A.U. Tons of Polivia.

Thanks to:the always sweet and supportive Talita and Troya for being my betas and help me so much. My beta team is amazing! A big yay for them.

Author notes: Sorry for the delay of this chapter. First I was stuck and then my gmail went gay on me and didn´t send the chapter to my beta. LOL. We both were waiting, her for me to send the chapter and me for her to revise it. Damn gmail! Polivia in this chapter!

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The first thing Peter felt, even before he opened his eyes, was the headache. He felt dizzy and didn´t know where he was. For a moment he thought maybe he had drank too much again. It was hard to drink Olivia under the table when she showed off her badass side. That woman was immune to alcohol or something.

At the sound of that name in his head he opened his eyes and realized where he was. Even if he hadn´t spent a lot of time in that apartment, he still could recognize the smell of new furniture and cold plastic. He was in the apartment that Walternate had rented for him the last time he was there.

"Good morning. I thought you would never wake up." Fauxlivia said, and it took him a couple of seconds to realize she wasn´t the one he loved.

"What am I doing here?"

Trying to control the dizziness Peter moved to a sitting position. His head was killing him, but considering that was the only after-effect of his travel between worlds he was grateful. An aspirin could take the pain away. He wished heartaches were so easy to cure.

"Your father decided to bring you here. He thought you would prefer to stay here, at least until you woke up."

"Yeah."

"Peter, I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About why you came here with me." She said with a regretful smile.

"You already know why I´m here. I realized I belong to this world. And I love…"

"No, please don´t say it." She interrupted him. "I know the truth. I know you´re here to save Olivia. Your Olivia. I understand it and I want to help you."

"What are you talking about? I´m not-That´s not true."

"I lied. I made you think I was her. Peter, I´m not proud of what I did, but I want to help you now." She moved slowly to his bed and sat there, looking into his eyes while she spoke. "I love you and I know you don´t believe me, but I was there long enough to realize there are no sides. I always thought the other side was trying to destroy ours. Now, I understand they never meant to provoke what is happening. I can´t justify my actions anymore. I lied because I thought I was being the good one, but now that I know there are no good or bad sides, I want to amend my mistakes by helping you. This is the only way I have to make you understand I didn´t mean to hurt you."

To say Peter was surprised would have been an understatement. Things had happened so fast he didn't have enough time to think about why it had been so easy to convince her, and he had not been really worried about it at the time. As long as he could come and help Olivia he'd be willing to do anything.

Her eyes told him she wasn´t lying, and he wanted to believe her. The problem was she had lied to him once and he never saw it in her eyes. Could he trust her now? That was the question he was asking himself. If he trusted her and she was lying again his plan would go to hell and Olivia would not be saved. But if he decided not to believe her words he would be lost. There was no way he could be able to go anywhere by himself, especially since Walternate was surely decided to keep a close eye on him. After all, he had already run away once.

"How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you´re not lying just to gain my trust again?"

"I have nothing to win. You´re already here, which is what Mr. Secretary wants. You know, I don´t need to talk you into anything. I can´t convince you to love me, or to stay here to be happy or anything like that just by helping you rescue Olivia. The only thing I want is your forgiveness. As much as I know you will never love me, I want you to know I never wanted to hurt you. Helping you is the only way to show you how sorry I am. I want to give back to you what had been taken away from you. I need you to forgive me. That´s all I want from you."

Part of him believed in her words. There was sadness to her eyes he knew she couldn´t have been making up. And maybe she did love him after all. No one could be able to act like she did with him without feeling something. Maybe not love, but something similar.

Again, he had no choices in the matter. His only option was to believe in her. It would make everything easier. Though this time, he wasn't going to trust her completely. If Peter had learnt something in the past days it was not to trust her just because she looked just the same as his Olivia.

In this universe, where he knew no one he could truly trust, he needed someone who could help him move around the city. A car, an ID, money… things like those were necessary if he wanted to help Olivia. As much as he wanted to trust his own skills, he knew it would be practically impossible to do anything behind Walternate´s back. For that reason, Fauxlivia was his only option.

As long as she acted as if everything was right and Peter wanted to live over there with her, he was sure Walternate would feel more at ease and it would be easier to lie to him.

"Ok. I will trust you. What do we do now?"

"Now, we wait." She said, evidently pleased with his decision to trust her.

"Why? I want to know where and how Olivia is."

"Your father will go out of the city tomorrow. He has a meeting in Boston and he asked me to keep an eye on you. It will be the perfect moment to try and find out where Olivia is being held. As you can imagine it will not be easy."

"I know that much. Do you know anything about how is she?"

"I-I have heard some things, but I´m not sure if they´re true."

The way she said it made Peter shiver. A cold shiver that went through his spine and made him close his eyes. That was the moment he feared, when he would discover what Olivia have been through while he ignored the truth and enjoyed his life with the wrong woman.

"I want to know. I need to know." He pleaded.

"It seems they did something to her, something to make her believe she was me. My-My memories were put inside her brain so no one could know I was away. She lived my life for a while but then something went wrong…"

Fauxlivia sighed, not wanting to look at him in the eyes. It was hard for her too. She loved the man in front of her, more than he would ever believe or she would admit. Seeing him so affected by another woman hurt; even when she had no right to feel like that, it still hurt.

It didn´t matter, after all, she was trying to amend her mistakes and she already knew it would be painful. If she was going to do that, she needed to keep herself in check. Her feelings weren´t important right now, Peter was the only important thing.

"I heard she went crazy and they had to capture and sedate her."

Peter let himself fall against the headboard. He knew Olivia wouldn´t have had it easy, but he never imagined that they would try to turn her into her alternate. He felt sick at the idea of both Walter's experimenting on Olivia.

Somehow he was more scared about the idea of not knowing exactly what they did to her, than knowing it was something bad. At least with Walter he knew what he had done, and the fact that he never meant to hurt Olivia. Walternate was another thing altogether. He considered Olivia the enemy, and Peter was more than sure he would have no doubts about hurting her if it was necessary.

He needed to rescue her before that happened.

"Look, you need to rest. Sleep for a while and I will make some calls." Fauxlivia said, realizing he was fighting to keep his eyes opened.

"I don´t want to sleep. I have been sleeping since I came here. I don´t even know for how long I have been asleep"

"Twenty hours. A doctor gave you something to help you sleep."

"I don´t understand it. You look perfectly fine. Why am I feeling like shit?" Peter grumbled, massaging his temples, trying to get rid of the headache.

"Not everyone has the same reaction to traveling between worlds. Some of us are stronger." She grinned at him and for a second Peter felt his chest hurt at the memories of all the time he had spent with that woman. She had made him smile and laugh more times than he could remember.

But then again, his mind couldn´t forget what his Olivia was going through. It was hard to tell himself the woman in front of him wasn´t the one he loved, but the one who lied to him. It would be easier if he knew Fauxlivia wasn´t good. But she was. And she was trying to help him.

Those thoughts only made his headache worse.

"You really need to rest some more. I promise I will have new information on Olivia when you wake up. You can´t do anything, anyway. If we´re going to rescue her you need to be fully awake and rested up."

He wanted to say no, but the truth was that he was having a hard time trying to stay awake and she was right, he could do nothing until he knew where Olivia was. Closing his eyes and falling asleep made him feel guilty. He should be doing something, anything. That was the reason why he came over here.

"I understand what you´re feeling. I know you don´t want to sleep, but you will only make things worse if you aren´t rested up enough to rescue her. We will only have one chance; if we make a mistake then everything will go to hell. Not only will she be in danger, but so will you and I."

This time he did as she said. Laying down again he tried to make his mind stop, and his body relax. It didn´t take him long. In a couple of minutes he was sound asleep and dreaming.

There was music. The sound of violins and a piano. It sounded familiar, but he couldn´t remember which piece it was. It was a slow melancholic rhythm, so slow and yet beautiful, so sad and at the same time sweet. There was a secret rhythm under the music and it took him a couple of seconds to recognize it.

It was a heartbeat.

His surroundings were pitch black, but as soon as he discovered the heartbeat a blinding light appeared out of the blue. Peter wasn´t sure what to do. Stay there or go to the light? Before he could decide what to do, his body began to move, walking slowly towards the mysterious light.

"Peter." He heard a voice, so far away that it sounded like a whisper. "Peter." Again that voice, but this time it was loud enough for him to recognize it.

"Olivia?"

"Peter, please, help me."

"Olivia? Where are you?" His heart was beating fast and hard. Looking around he tried to find her, to see where she was.

"Peter."

Peter woke up with a start, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest. His mind was foggy and it was hard to convince himself it had been a dream. Or so he thought, because when he raised his eyes he saw her there.

He knew it was her.

Even if her hair was red, even if she looked just like Fauxlivia, he knew it was his Olivia.

She had a scared look on her face, her hair was wet and she was wearing a white hospital nightie. But that wasn´t what scared him. He saw marker drawings on her face, drawings he could recognize anywhere. They were preparing her for an operation.

"Did I cross over? Did I do it?" She asked, her voice scared but hopeful.

"Olivia. Olivia, are you ok?"

Peter jumped from bed and threw himself to her. Hugging her tiny frame, pulling her closer to his chest and realizing with a deep pain how thin she was. He couldn´t stop himself, with a fast movement he buried his face in her neck, wanting to kiss her skin but knowing it wasn´t the moment to do so.

"Oh my God. I´m still here." She said, recognizing the apartment. "I´m still here." Her voice broke.

"You will be ok, I promise. You´re here now and everything will be ok."

"No, it will not be ok. This will not last for long. It never does. I can´t control it." Olivia was talking as fast as she could, not knowing when she will be back to the tank where Walternate was experimenting on her.

"What are you talking about?"

"There´s no time to explain that. I-I want to tell you so many things. I wish I had more time to do it." She pushed him away enough to look at his eyes. Her hand went to his cheek, caressing him sweetly while tears fell down her cheeks. "I wish we had more time to do anything we wanted. I have missed you so much. More than you can understand. I wanted to…"

"No." He interrupted her. "Don´t do this, Olivia. Don´t you dare to say goodbye. I will save you, no matter what."

She moved away from him, feeling the shock of electricity running through her body and knowing it was time to go back to that place. But before she did so, she looked at his eyes one last time and smiled sadly.

"I love you, Peter."

And with those words still floating in the air, she disappeared before he could say a word or even react to her confession.

His only wish was that those words that had left her pale lips would have sounded more like a happy beginning than the sad goodbye. If only things were different, he thought, and that thought gave him the energy he needed. No sleep could have made him feel more awake than the sight of a scared Olivia did.

It was time for him to do what he needed to do. No more weakness or fear, because she was the one in danger and this time he would kill himself before leaving her there.

TBC…

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