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A/N: I wanted to post a small update before my work week gets crazy, since I might not be able to come back to it for a few days. Thank you all for your continued support and interest. I will try to bring you the next installment soon and I promise to get back to Olivia and Peter!
Just as the two began to relax into their respective dream states, the door to the lab burst open. Agents filtered into the lab guns at the ready, led by Agent Broyles.
The Agent-in-Charge stormed over to where Dr. Walter Bishop stood, behind an array of equipment which seemed to date back to the 1960's.
"Just what the hell is going on here Doctor? Agent Dunham escorted the man claiming to be your son from the maximum security room, without authorization and the GPS unit in her SUV led us here. Where are they doctor?"
"Sir! I found them!" Agent Lincoln yelled, pointing at an old television monitor showing the two floating in what appeared to be a metal tank of water. Spotting the tank across the room, Agent Broyles started in that direction.
Finding strength and clarity he had not felt for many years, Walter's voice rose above the commotion. "Agent Broyles stop! Please! It's true, they came to me this morning, interested in unlocking the mystery behind why we cannot remember him as he remembers us. However, I can assure you that if you open that tank, you could put them both in very grave danger. Look, you see this?" He stopped to show the men the brain wave functions on the monitors, "This is tracking their prospective brain waves. They are attempting to share consciousness in order to gain access to his memories. It is in doing this, I believe, we can discover where this man came from and why he is here. But if you pull them out at this stage, the risk would be too great to both of them. We must let it run its course!"
Unaccustomed to hearing this man speak so intelligibly and with such earnest clarity, the agent was moved by what he heard. "Let them continue," he commanded to the junior agents.
Amongst all the commotion, no one noticed the man outside the window, watching the events unfold. No one knew the magnitude of what was to occur should they be allowed to continue, should the two share consciousness. He just could not bring himself to intervene as he had before. The others may not have seen his purpose, but it was clear to him. It was the reason he did not intervene before it had gotten this far. Despite following his orders to repair the irregularity, he could not reconcile his orders with his clear vision of the young man's future. This was meant to be and he was determined to ensure that what he saw would come to pass.