Olivia's encounter with the alternate versions of her team.
I wrote this before Over There, Part 2.

When she opened her eyes, Olivia had to squeeze her eyes shut again, because the intense bright light was blinding. She tilted her head up. When she slowly opened her eyes, she wasn't able to see beyond the darkness that surrounded her. The last thing she remembered was leaving The Secretary's office. She wanted to find a way out, but she couldn't stand up. She looked down. Both of her hands and her legs were strapped to the chair she was in. She tried to twist her hand out, but the binding held fast. Olivia tested each of her extremities to look for a weakness in the restraints.

Footsteps. Someone was coming. It was difficult to see which direction it was coming from because the echoes seemed to come at her from all sides.

"Hello. I'm Colonel Broyles, commander of Fringe Division." A voice said from behind.

Broyles appeared before her, in dark military fatigues.

"You may call me Philip." He said this with a smile.

"Why am I being detained?"

"My people have been called in to assess a threat...Is Olivia Dunham friend or foe?." Broyles leaned closer to Olivia.

"You know. I do hope we don't have to terminate you. We could use someone with your unique skills sets...Watch your back Dunham.

"Shall we get started?...I am going to ask you some questions. If you don't co-operate...Let's just say I can make it very unpleasant for you."

"Why did you invade our territory?"

When Olivia didn't answer, her body jerked from a shock that lasted for seconds. Broyles repeated the question.

"Let me ask again. Why did you invade our territory?"

Some time had passed. Olivia opened closed eyelids. She didn't remember blacking out. She is still tied to the chair. She's been sitting so long, she couldn't feel her legs any more.

"You are awake?" That sounded like Charlie.

He knelt down to inspect her restraints.

"How are these straps? Are they too tight? You must be numb by now. The Colonel can be quite long winded."

"You must be thirsty. Here." Olivia drinks thirstily from a canteen he holds to her lips.

"Thanks Charlie."

"Easy. Easy."

He's got a kind smile. Appearances aside, he's a lot like her Charlie. She cocked her head and stole a fond glance. The scrutiny didn't escape his notice.

"You are looking at me as if you know me."

"I do." He was flattered.

"No kidding? Another me on the other side."

"There was."

"Charlie." Olivia recognize that voice all too well.

"Gotta go. You'll be OK, Blondie."

She came into the light. Olivia watched her as she circled the chair, all the while sizing her up.

"What are you looking at?"

"We are not that different, you and I."

"We are nothing alike."

"We don't have to be enemies. We don't have to fight."

"Why? Don't you think I can lick you?"

She then undoes Olivia's straps.

Olivia stands with difficulty and holds up her hands defensively.

"Come on. Give me your best shot."

She strikes first. The other Olivia ducks.

"You can do better than that."

Olivia swings at her and missed again. She then felt intense pain when her shoulder met with a fist. This sent her to the floor. Olivia lay there in agony, cradling her old injury. The other Olivia knelt over her.

"We are not remotely alike...You are weak."

Stay tuned for how Olivia was left behind in the alternate universe and how she finds her way home. Who will be her allies? Who will hinder her thwart her attempts?

Over There, Part 2 is the inspiration for continuing this story. Thanks to the creators of Fringe for such an incredible cliffhanger of unimaginable possibilities.