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Note: As you get to the end remember, ANYTHING can happen in Fringe the TV series. The scariest part is this could happen to Peter!

Identity Crisis-Chapter 3

It took a few moments for Peter Bishop to realize he was standing in an elevator.

He put his free hand on the side of the car to steady himself and looked up to see a weird blue light flash and then it was gone. The light in the numbers at the top front of the car descended from 14 to 13 and a beep sounded. The elevator car came to a stop and the doors opened.

The whiteness of the world outside of the elevator car blinded Peter for a moment and he had to shield his eyes. When he pulled his arm away he saw a tall, well-dressed brunette in high heels clacking her way toward him. She was looking right at him, smiling, and he realized she was rather attractive. At that instant his mind remembered an attractive blonde and his heart rate sped up. Olivia! Where's Olivia? Where am I? He thought to himself.

The brunette seemed unfazed by his look of confusion. "Follow me, Mr. Bishop. We've been expecting you."

Without a word Peter, still carrying his prop machine gun, followed the woman down the immaculate hallway. She turned a corner and led him into what looked to be an office. "Wait right here, please. He'll be in shortly."

Peter found his voice. "Who will be in shortly?!"

The woman did not respond and remained smiling. She gave Peter one last look and walked out closing the door behind her.

Peter set the machine gun down and looked around him. He noted that there was a portable oxygen tank, tubing, and mask on the desk and found it odd. Otherwise, the room looked like someone's well-kept personal office. He walked over to the large set of windows and peered out. That's odd, he thought to himself, this view looks very familiar. He watched the boats on the water and the helicopters flying overhead. New York City, maybe?

He didn't have much time to dwell on the view as his mind started playing tricks on him. It felt as though time had sped up or something. He looked down and found he was holding a cup of tea and its saucer, although he didn't remember requesting it or picking it up. After staring at it a few moments he walked over and set the cup and saucer down on the desk. As he stood up the door opened and a tall dark figure entered the room.

The man was smiling a sinister smile as he approached Peter and put his hand out in greeting.

"Hello, Peter. It's nice to see you again. It's been such a long time since I last saw you!"

Sheepishly Peter extended his hand and gave the man a weak handshake. "Excuse me, who are you, and where am I? I don't seem to remember how I got here."

The man seemed to be struggling a little to get a breath. "You probably don't remember me. I am William Bell. The last time I saw you you were quite young, and sick."

Peter felt his temper flare as the man announced his name. "You're right. I don't remember you. But I've certainly heard lots about you. From Walter..," he paused trying to control his temper, "and Olivia Dunham. It was all bad." Peter balled he hands into fists at his sides, and to his surprise found that he was weak all over, his energy zapped.

"You experimented on her didn't you, you bastard? Gave her that cortexiphan drug when she was just a kid. And Nick Lane, too. And God knows how many other innocent children." He paused thinking, the thought process taking longer than usual. "And Walter said you two were lab partners years ago. Does that mean you experimented on me too? And...did you have anything to do with Walter being committed to St. Claire's. And that lab assistant being killed...and, and the fire?! God!"

Peter put his hands on both sides of his head trying to stop the pounding headache that was forming.

Like a good scientist William Bell observed Peter's every move. "You're only now starting to feel the effects, Peter? You survived the trip even better than Agent Dunham. I'm impressed!"

"Wait, Olivia was here?" Peter quieted letting the meaning sink in. "Oh God, you bastard! You made

her have that car accident, and brought her here, where ever the hell here is?!" Peter shouted the words.

"You just about killed her when you sent her back, you son-of-a-bitch! I almost lost her!"

Peter was trying to get his strength together to punch the man's face in, but it wasn't happening.

William Bell looked like the poster boy of patience. He placed his hand on Peter's shoulder but Peter flinched and moved away a few steps. "I know you have very strong feelings for her, Peter, that you love her, and I am very sorry it happened as it did. Despite what you may think I did not mean for her to crash through her windshield and suffer head trauma." He paused. "I am glad she is doing much better now and that she is back to work with the FBI."

Peter's head was pointed toward the carpet. He raised it after William Bell finished. "How do you know she's back to work? You watch us?" he said dejectedly, not knowing if he really wanted the answer.

Bell locked eyes with Peter Bishop. Peter noticed his looked had changed, had softened for some reason, and he thought he saw wetness in William Bell's eyes.

"There's not much time left, Peter, although I have so much I want to say to you.

I brought you here today to tell you something you should know. Something I should have told you long before this. But with the war coming soon and your and Olivia's roles becoming very important to both worlds soon, well, I need to tell you now."

William Bell bowed his head for a moment and a really bad feeling started in Peter's gut.

Then Bell looked up and locked his wet eyes with Peter's.

"Walter is not your father, Peter. I am."

"No-"

"Listen son. Almost thirty-one years ago Walter got quite violent and obsessed with his contracts. He didn't sleep, didn't go home anymore to you mother. Your mother was heartbroken. I went to check on her several times a week and we became friends, then lovers."

"No-"

'You were conceived out of love, son. When Walter found out your mother was pregnant with you his mood greatly improved and he was absolutely happy. Your mother still loved your father and was ashamed of her affair with me, so she stayed with Walter."

"Why didn't Walter tell me any of this!" Peter was shouting again and wanted to hit something but he couldn't move well.

"Because he doesn't know, son. We never told him. We thought it was better that way. Everything went back to normal more or less after you were born." Peter could hear the sobs William Bell was trying to hide from his voice.

The silence was like an elephant in the room. Both men just stood there emotionally exhausted.

It wasn't the father-son reunion William Bell had dreamed of.

"So I'm really Peter Bell?" Peter nearly whispered.

"Yes, son." William Bell started walking toward them both toward the windows, still sniffing, his hand on Peter's back, guiding him. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this. The next time I come for you I'd like you to stay a bit. I'll help you prepare for the war. You can bring Olivia if it would make you feel better."

Shocked, Peter realized he'd forgotten about her for a few minutes after the news of his true identity.

"Olivia!" He looked up at Bell. "I have to get back to her. She's worried about me, I can feel it."

"Yes, son. That's one of your powers. You two are empathic only toward each other." Peter shook his head, already aware of Bell's revelation. "You will go back to her. And stay with her." Then as an afterthought, he added, "And love her, son."

"I do. And I will."

Bell held Peter's shoulders in both his hands standing in front of him, with Peter's back to the windows.

"This is the hard part, because physics is a bitch."

Peter already anticipated what was about to happen next. He shook his head and tried hard to concentrate.

"Normally there is short-term memory loss after the return trip, but I am going to try hard to override that for you, so you can remember what we discussed. Try to relax, son. I will call for you again soon.

Now, close your eyes, and think of Olivia."

Peter nodded his understanding and closed his eyes and tried to relax. He felt as though he was moving, moving into nothingness. In his mind there was one thing only. The image of his beautiful Olivia smiling, light bouncing off her flaxen hair. Olivia. Olivia. He said her name over and over as his mantra.

Olivia. Olivia. Olivia...

"Olivia. Olivia. Olivia." Peter Bishop was talking in his sleep. Drenched in sweat.

"Peter! Wake up!" Olivia Dunham wasn't startled by his sleep talk. He did that all the time. It was the intensity of it and the drenching sweat that announced to her that he'd been having a nightmare.

"Olivia."

"Peter!" She gave him a little slap to the face, and he opened his eyes, surprised to find himself naked in her bed. With her. Naked. Both of them safe. He sat up and put his sweaty arms around her.

Olivia watched him closely noticing that he was acting really out of it. "Are you alright, Peter? Did you have one of those nightmares you told me about?"

His lover's concerned look melted him to his core. "I guess I did. We're in your apartment?"

"Yes. We took a little nap after-you know." Olivia smiled devilishly. "I was about to wake you up anyway. Charlie's party starts in an hour and a half and the drive to his house takes at least 40 minutes.

So we need to get showered and into our costumes."

Peter let her words sink in. "Charlie's party." His expression was still emotionless, as though he was drained.

"Do you feel like talking about your dream?"

"Not right this minute. But I promise you I will tell you about it later. After the party." A little more awake now, Peter grabbed her into a giant embrace and kissed her hair. He inhaled her scent and breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you 'Livia," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," she said pulling back. Olivia smiled at him. "Now let's get going. We don't want to miss too much. There's going to be games!" she squealed like an eager child, pulling on him to get him out of the bed.

"Ooh, games. I like the sound of that. Race you to the shower!" Peter jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, passing Olivia in the process, and leaving her laughing a few feet behind him.

The End