AN: I want to make a quick help, becuase I don't want the readers to be confused, but first part of chapters will be from Purple verse, and second from Blue, some point in the Fan fiction I will have Red Verse, so just know you shouldn't be confused by which verse you're reading, I can't do no flashy switch Verse like the TV series.


Chapter two
Think


Elizabeth stood at the stove; she'd started to cook some bacon while listening to the sounds from upstairs. She could hear Peter's heavy footsteps, they moved around his room, before across the landing to the bathroom. There she heard the door slam and the start of running water.

Next the opening and closing of Helen's bedroom door, the sound of her feet hitting the stairs as she ran down quickly. Elizabeth broke into a smile as Helen sat at the kitchen island, pulling herself on a stool closer to the counter. "Morning Sunshine," Elizabeth kept her voice calm, "You sleep well?"

Helen nodded reaching for a piece of toast, "My neck's a little sore, but nothing big." Her voice casual, her eyes kept looking up to her mother's, "Peter told you."

"Yes, he did," Elizabeth focused on her daughter, "You know your father wouldn't have been happy," she watched as Helen kept biting into her toast, "You know how dangerous that was?"

Helen's eyes snapped up from the counter, "It wasn't dangerous, I've dosed myself before, plus I did a practice run before hand, I'm not stupid and Dad would have been proud of me." Her tone sharp at the end, Helen placed her piece of toast down brushing the crumbs off her hands.

"Yes, Dad would be so proud of you over dosing in a tank, all on your own," Peter walked into the kitchen, he lightly kissed his mother's cheek looking over Helen, "You're not stupid, but you're acting like a spoilt brat!"

"Coming from the prodigal son," Helen waved her hand, "Who can do no wrong, follows the rules, boring, boring, blah boring…" Her voice trailed off with a sarcastic tone.

Peter kept still, his eyes narrowed, "I follow rules, because they are there for a reason, what you was doing in that Tank, I don't want to know."

"Basically a boring as…"

"Helen enough!" Elizabeth cut her daughter off, then glanced over to Peter, "bacon on toast?" she asked him with a soft smile.

"Yes mum, I'd love some," Peter's attention to Helen again, "And what are you planning to do with your day?" his question light hearted, but he really didn't want to carry on arguing over the matter of what happened that night.

Helen picking at her toast shrugged, "Broyles still given me grievance leave," she gave a smug look, then popped a piece of toast into her mouth, "What about you?"

"Can you two ever have a civil conversation for once?" Elizabeth served up Peter's breakfast handing it over to him.

Peter laughed, "Trust me mum, this is as civil as it's going to get," He glanced over to Helen, "Also, I think it would be better if you got back to work, it does help to distract yourself." He picked up a piece of his bacon taking a bite out of it.

"Sorry Peter," Helen got off the stole, her eyes like stone staring up at her brother with an icy glare, "Unlike you I just can bounce around like nothing had happen, I have grievance leave, because unlike you I am still grieving!" Turning around Helen stormed out of the kitchen, the heavy sounds of her feet on the stairs and the slamming of her bedroom door was enough to make Elizabeth jump.

"Peter," Elizabeth tried to keep calm, "Did you really have to?"

Peter bit into his toast, "I," He waved the piece of toast, "I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, she's spoilt!" he placed the toast down, "I miss Dad too, I don't have a complete heart of stone, but someone need to help run the company, and William needs me," He kissed her cheek again, "I love you."

"Love you too sweetie," Elizabeth placed a hand to Peter's cheek, "Your sister is just taking it a little more harder than all of us, because…"

"Mum," Peter brushed a hand under her eyes, "I'll try and be home, and I'll take you and Helen out for a nice dinner, you need a night off." His smile bright, even if he didn't want to, someone needed to hold the family together.

Elizabeth nodded, "Okay, if you can't leave work, phone me," Her voice soft, "You know," Her eyes kept looking into Peter's seeing Walter even more, "You really don't have to be here, you can go back to your penthouse."

Peter now laughed, "With hurricane Helen on the loose," He kissed her cheek again, "I am going to be here until I know you are going to be okay." He headed towards the door, "Plus I want to treat my mother for once." He picked up his briefcase heading out the door.

Helen glanced out her bedroom window watching her brother leave; with a sigh she sunk back into her desk chair, now she was going to figure out how to recreate last night again.


Sitting in the kitchen, Walter was picking at his lucky charms, he'd not gotten around to putting the strawberry flavoured milk in yet, and his mind kept going over the details of the girl who'd spoke to him that night. He tried to sleep, but every time he'd close his eyes, he'd try and place her. With knowing there was still a lot of work to do, Walter could spend all the time worrying about a girl, for all he knew she could have been a hallucination of his, but he'd not taken any drugs that day.

"Hey," Peter walked into the kitchen, for a second the smile from his face slipped, focused on his father as he exhaled, "You've been quiet all night, and you're eating dry cereal." He quickly sat down beside Walter, "you going to tell me?"

Walter jumped, he wasn't sure how to explain, his eyes staring intensely into his cereal bowl, carefully turning to face Peter, he was always scared that Peter was going to leave him again, he still feared being alone without his son. "Last night," He inhaled, "I saw something in the lab, something I can't," He held his hand up, his fingers trying to grasp at some idea of what it could have been, his mind focused working hard, "I can't explain what it could have been to make me see her."

"See who Walter?" Peter was generally curious now, his hand reaching for Walter's, holding it carefully he looked intensely into his eyes, "You can tell me."

Walter inhaled, his mind wasn't sure what to say, he'd thought over a million ways to tell Peter, but each and every one of them wouldn't make him sound any saner than he knew he wasn't.

"Helen," Walter spoke the name, in some hope it would jog Peter's memory, but then Walter knew he had no daughter, him and Elizabeth didn't want to have any more children after what Walter did.

Peter kept still for a moment, "Helen who?" He was thinking hard, he'd never really known anyone named Helen, maybe an odd girl from high school, but he seriously doubt that was who Walter was talking about.

"She," Walter stuttered, "She was in the lab, she called me Dad," He nodded, his hand up trying to remember the conversation, "But Miss Farnsworth couldn't see her, you didn't see her."

Peter shook his head, "I heard you talking but…"

"She said she was in the tank," Walter jumped up, "That she was using my brain waves, to communicated with me from…" He trailed off, but felt something click, "There is another me, another Walternate." He felt a buzz, he felt something was finally coming to place, "If I can find how she worked it, maybe I can make a communication with that Walter, the one who isn't mean, I can ask for help, I can get us help." He nodded walking over to the Fridge, he spun around, "I might have found a solution to our problems."

Peter kept still on the stool, "But how do you know she's really from another verse? How can you be sure you wasn't seeing things?" Peter kept himself collected, "Walter, you don't know."

Walter turned around, "Peter, she said she was my daughter," He watched Peter's face, he knew the doubt flash over his eyes, then he remember, "I believe her, because she looks too much Like…" He bit his lip; whenever he thought of Elizabeth it made him miss her that much more.

"Walter," Peter got up, he headed over placing an arm around his shoulder, "You know here you don't have a daughter." His was trying to sound as nice about it as he could.

"I know Peter, because of what I did, your mother didn't want to have another child and upset you." He exhaled, "I would have loved you to have a brother or sister, but she insisted we didn't."

Peter froze, "What you're saying," He tried to wrap his head around it, "The idea that you and mum had another kid, but why if I died?" he looked so confused.

"But you," Walter hated to say it out loud, but worse in front of Peter, "The you of this world died, but other world, lots of them, you could have lived." He felt horrible again.

Peter got up touching Walter's arm.

"But you think, in this Helen's world, maybe we're some big happy family." His words calm, even a little jealous of the idea of another him living a happier life.

Walter nodded, "She said you was her brother, that I worked with William, that means there still is a Massive Dynamic, which means if we can communicate with them, we've got an ally."

For a second Peter just kept still, he didn't want to burst the bubble, but for now he smiled and nodded along. As soon as he could he was going to phone Olivia and talk to her, maybe this could be a plan from Walternate to gain Walter's trust and manipulate him, but for now he'll have to go alone with the idea in another reality he was alive with a family he only dreamed of having.