I do not own Fringe or any of the characters. This is just a story for enjoyment and fun, and I don't make any money off this story.

This Chapter goes out to my father, who is currently stationed in Iraq. I wish him a safe trip and hope the four months he's gone, goes by quickly.

Enjoy!

-Pipp

I'll let you down

Chapter 3: Rage

Peter walked into the crowded recreation room. It was the first time the scientist had met the other patients, being that he spent most of the time in his cell. It wasn't that he was anti-social, more of he was under room arrest for his misbehavior earlier in the week. Blue eyes searched the room looking for the only the one man, and once he located Wesley Winchester; he walked across the room with a new purpose. That purpose was to befriend him, and learn the secrets to his experiments. The genius pulled the chair across the floor sitting across from the man playing chess by himself at the small table. The picture Peter had been shown before this mission didn't do Mr. Winchester any justice. The blurry and pixilated picture looked almost nothing like the man sitting in across from him. This man resembled a young George Takei.

"May I help you?" the man looked up from the chess set in front of him.

Peter leaned his chin on his open hand as his elbow, which now sat on the edge of the table.

"If I remember this game correctly, isn't it best enjoyed when being played by two people?"

The Asian man let out a soft laugh. "I believe it is. Do you care to join me then?" he asked.

The young brown haired man gave a nod as he moved the white plastic pieces on his side back to the starting positions. When the board was ready, Peter made the first move, moving one of his pawns forward on the board.

"What do I call you?" the black haired man asked as he moved his own black pawn forward.

"Bishop."

"I see. Like the chess piece." Mr Winchester said leaning forward and moving his next piece.

"And you?"

"hmm…?"

"What do I call you?"

"Ah, yes. You may call me Winchester."

"Like the gun company?"

"Yes, they knives as well you know."

Peter rubbed his eyes before moving his next piece, he was suddenly feeling very antsy, like he had to get up and move. But he forced himself to ignore this feeling.

"So Bishop. What bring you here?"

"Hmmm?" he asked, being to lost in his own thoughts to hear Winchester's question.

"What's your flaw? Your addiction?"

"Liquor."

"Ah, the ever loving bottle that begs us to drink from her."

Peter was quickly noticing that Mr. Winchester had a very odd way of speaking.

"You?"

"I dabble. A little bit of everything."

His blue eyes narrowed and half glared at him. That was clearly a lie, though Peter went along with it anyway.

"Check."

The genius pulled himself out of his own thoughts and looked down at the board. Lack of concentration was going to lose him the game. Not that he really needed to win the game; Peter just wanted to win it. Rubbing his unshaven chin, he moved a piece forward.

"Checkmate."

Scrunching his face up, Peter played the game backward in his head, thinking of all the moves he could have made and didn't.

"Your mid is too distracted, Bishop. Surely you can't expect to win a game if your mind is up in the clouds."

This was why Peter turned to the bottle and drugs in the first place, it kept his mind concentrated on the task at hand, and not all over the place like it was now.

A loud bell rang signaling that their fun time was over. Wesley pushed the chair back across the floor and then stood up extending his hand. "Good game."

The brown haired genius took his hand shaking it. That was another lie. Did this man truly believe that he was this good at lying?

"I would love to play again."

"You bet." Peter replied smiling. This was the only thing he enjoyed the whole time he'd been here, the rest of it was one big nightmare.

Peter's next stop of the day would be lunch. Stepping into the cafeteria reminded the man of high school. Even the patients of the rehab facility had their own groups of people. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a tray and eagerly waited what food would be served at the end of the line. His blue eys watched as some sort of tuna surprise was slapped on a plastic plate and handed to him. Sure, all Peter ate before coming here was fast food, and room service. But with room service one could order whatever you wanted depending on the time of day, like a steak for example.

What he saw at the very end of the line surprised him. In the little plastic bowls was desert, much like a buffet. The hungry man smiled as managed to snag the last bowl of chocolate pudding. It was pretty sad when the highlight of your day was a probably badly made bowl of pudding. Dipping one finger into it, Peter brought it up to his mouth, sucking on the digit. It was like heaven in his mouth.

In the bliss the genius didn't hear the sound of plastic bowls and a fork dropping behind him. The only emotion he got to feel was shock when he realized that he was going to be hit in the face with a food tray. There was a loud crack as it connected with Peter's face, which he hoped was the tray and not the bones in his face breaking. Falling to the ground, he looked up at his attacker. The man's eyes were full of rage.

"You… you took my family and friends from me… then you take the last pudding… how dare you!"

Raising one of his hands to his face, Peter felt blood but didn't panic and replied calmly. "Listen sir, I don't know you or what you're talking about."

"Liar!" the man yelled before preparing to strike again. Putting his arms up in self defense, the Fringe agent waited for the blow, but after a long while of waiting, it never came.

Moving his arms, he saw two male nurses dragging the man across the floor kicking and screaming. "I'll get you Peter Bishop when you least expect. I'll kill you!"

Peter shivered as he felt a cold hand on the injured side of his face, his eyes turned seeing Nurse Lucy.

"We should get this looked at." She said grabbing his arm and helping him stand. "Come Mr. Bishop, we'll go to the medical wing."

As they walked out, she turned to the head cook. "Please have some clean up that mess and bring me a tray of food for Mr. Bishop to the medical wing."

"Yes, Lucy." He replied.

The nurse held Peter's arm the entire way to the medical wing. She sat him down on one of the medical benches.

"Wait here. I'll go find ."

Looking up he saw his face in the reflective mirrors all around. Man, his face looked terrible, there was a big gob of dried and wet blood sitting on his face and a nasty looking bruise was already starting to form. It was going to need some stitches.

"Let's see what we got here." Said a man coming into view, as he rolled around on his chair with wheels. The man looked very young wearing black scrubs and white gloves. The Doctor put his hands on Peter's injured side of his face looking at the wound.

"Nasty… Nurse said it was a food tray, it did a pretty good job on your face." He replied grabbing some numbing agent and stitches. After numbing the area, the young Doctor closed the wound with four stitches. In the back of his mind, Peter was just glad the numbing agent worked. After that nightmare, he supposed he would be very nervous about such things for the next couple of months.

When Dr. Steppenhaus stepped out of the room Peter stood from the bench he had been sitting on and leaning close to the glass looking at the wound. Great, just what he needed. At least he had befriended Mr. Winchester, but it was a terrible day. Though it left him wondering just why the man had attacked him, he'd have to do some more investigating and find out about the man who hit him.