A/N Weeellll, I had some time on my hands, so I decided to continue this story:) this is completely AU now, by the way. Oh, and thanks so much to those who reviewed! You guys are the best! Here's a hug for you: *hug!*:D

-Lizzie~

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe. I don't wanna get sued:P

Anil didn't know how to break it to her. His mind ran through dozens, hell, hundreds of ways that he could tell Olivia that her husband was dead. But he just couldn't think of a way to do it. As far as she was concerned, he had just killed her husband, and she had just lost her daughter too, a few days ago. The timing couldn't have been any worse.

It had been what, 8 minutes ago since he had called Olivia, and she would be on her way already. He was feeling extremely uneasy, and being in the same room with a dead body, of someone he knew, was unnerving, to say the least. His eyes wandered to the tech, still in the Petri dish. It was tempting, to try it, but apparently Peter had realized that it was a mistake, and would even die trying to remove it. So there it stayed, on the Petri dish.

There was a sharp knock on the door, and he jumped. Well, Olivia had been quick. He rose, to answer the door, stopping to check the peephole, and unlock the several locks on the door. He swung the door open, and ushered Olivia in hurriedly, hastily checking to see if there were any Observers around. She entered, and he shut the door.

"Well, what's going on?" Olivia asked, smiling. Anil could tell that her smile was forced, and that the joviality in her voice was sparked with sadness and grief. He felt more uneasy.

"Um, there's something you, uh, need to know." He stuttered. Olivia's features tensed, as he thought through what he was going to say next. "When the Observer was captured, uh, Peter, well, questioned him to find out the workings of the cube." He looked at Olivia. She seemed to be taking it rather well, surprisingly. "After-after Peter had finished questioning him, he found no more use for the Observer, and killed him."

"What?" Olivia asked, in disbelief, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. But she swallowed, hard, and blinked the tears away. "He killed an Observer?" Her voice softened to a whisper.

"Yes, but that isn't the end." Olivia was about to say something, but he raised his two hands to stop her. "Hold on, let me continue. There was this piece of tech, implanted in the Observer's neck, which we presumed was a sort of mind enhancer, gave the Observers their so-called 'powers'. Peter cut open the Observer's neck, and removed this piece of tech." Olivia's jaw clenched.

"Don't tell me he implanted it in himself." Olivia knew Peter well. He could do anything when he was in a rage, or in their case, grieving. But he would never take it out on her, or Etta, but on other things, including himself. Anil's guilty expression told her all she needed to know. "Where is he now, Anil?"

"Hold on, again. He realized that he was wrong for doing that, that by implanting it in himself, the tech would change him for the worse, and that he couldn't make you suffer anymore, so he asked me to help him remove it. I didn't want to, knowing all the consequences there might be, but he presented a good argument, so I helped him." His gaze dropped to the floor. "But unfortunately the damage was already done, and," he stole a look at Olivia, whose eyes were red with tears. "He didn't make it," his voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Olivia felt as though her world came crashing down on her again, as Anil told her what Peter had been up to, and felt a horrible sense of dread. As he made his way to telling her that the damage had already been done, she knew what had happened. Suddenly, the loss of her husband, right after the death of their daughter hit her, and she broke completely, and felt as though a black hole had swallowed her up.

She burst into tears.

Not those longing tears that she had shed while watching Etta's birthday video, or when she had cried to Peter when they had reached what had become home, she sobbed, heartbroken. First Etta, now Peter. A phrase she had cried came rushing back into her mind: Why did I get them back just to lose them again? She cried harder, knowing that she would never have him or their daughter back again.

Anil was at a loss. He had expected Olivia to cry, grieve, but not the way she had. It had been as though she had died alongside Peter, in the midst of all those tears, and he didn't know how to react. Crying women who had just lost their daughter and husband were not his area of expertise. As he wondered how to show her Peter's belongings, as well as his body, she stopped crying , and sniffed, rubbing her eyes.

"Where is he now?" She whispered hoarsely, bloodshot eyes peering at him. He silently brought her over to Peter, lying on the table. He had stitched up the incision he had made, and pulled a cloth over him. Olivia slowly pulled it back, then she choked a gasp, and the tears came on again.

"I'll give you some time." Anil murmured, and retreated out of sight. Olivia noticed a sort of necklace peeking out from his jacket pocket nearby, and pulled it out gently. Their wedding ring was attached to it. At the sight, her heart seemed to have dissolved, and she burst into tears again. She gripped his hand, squeezing it, as tears rolled off her cheek, and onto his cold, bare chest.

Olivia hung onto his hand, as those hanging on for dear life, crying out about why he had done what he had done, why he had to leave her, how she was going to live without him, among other things. The bright spotlights circling the 'surgery table' dimmed, flickered and switched off completely. Olivia's head perked up, from its initial spot on Peter's hand, and for some unknown reason, felt a spark of hope ignite in her.

Okay, I just had to leave you a little cliffie there. For those of you who have watched 5x06, you will know that this is definitely not how the show continued from 5x05. I hope you liked this chapter, or even enjoyed it, and as always, do review!:) feedback and thoughts are welcome too:D And with that, I'll see you in the next chapter.