Hello everyone. Sorry it took so long to get my next chapter out. I had a MASSIVE writer's block. Like, extreme writers block. I had intentions of making this chapter much longer but, I'll just move it to the next chapter. I'm tired and I really want to at least submit something since I've been taking so long. There is a lot to be explained and I hope a very good chunk of it will be explained by the next chapter.

Oh and just as a note, this takes place before 1.10 because basically everything beyond that episode would screw up the storyline of my fic. XD

Please R&R. It helps a lot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe or the song lyrics used in the beginning of this chapter.

--Kana

Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain

Unsure unconvincing
This faint and shaky hour

Day one day one start over again
Step one step one
I'm barely making sense for now
I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as i
And not as we

Gun shy and quivering
Timid without a hand

Feign brave with steel intent
little and hardly here


Ama slowly woke up. The bright lights were harsh on her sensitive eyes. She sensed that her body was not warning her of damage as much as it had before. She also sensed the energy was much more present in her nerves again. She immediatley reigned it in. She was able to slowly and silently sit up. She noticed she wasn't in her bloody clothes anymore and her bullet wounds were healed. She looked around and noticed tons of machinery, computers, tools and scientific instruments. She figured she was in a lab and began to grow nervous.

Did those agents save me only so they could give me to some federal lab? Damn. I don't know if I have another escape in me. At least I know this isn't a FASA lab. That's one good sign. Those agents didn't seem bad. Or, they are really good at hiding their micro expressions. I suppose that's a skill of the profession...

`Ama snapped out of her chain of rushing and fearful thoughts and looked around again. She saw the one agent who had found her sleeping with his head down on a desk. He was holding a filled out crossword puzzle in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Then, she saw an old man filling test tubes with chemicals and mixing them around. He was mumbling to himself. Ama's keen hearing picked up every word.

"Magnificent genetic work...I wonder if even Bellie could have even done something this nice... Terrific! The fur is just like those colorful marshmallows! ...note to self, ask Peter about marshmallows. Once the boy is done with his nap of course."

Ama was confused by all of the crazy nonsense this man was saying. She assumed there was something mentally wrong with him. Ama then noticed the blue and purple tiger laying on a table in the back of the lab.

They must have found C-27. That's what the old man is blabbering about. I wonder why they have such a mentally unfit man analyzing it... If they are planning on having him test me, I'm going to really have to get out of here quick. Are these people against me? Oh, I just don't know. Aren, you would know what to do right now wouldn't you?

Painful memories flashed through Ama's mind. All of the reality of her situation and the memories that were suppressed by her need for survival were surfacing again. His warm smile, the way he would reassure her, the last time he had kissed her just in case they never had the chance again, the bullets, the chaos, the blood. Ama hadn't even noticed the tears flowing down her face. She knew she was all alone. He would never be there again. He would never be there to make her smile, to comfort her, to hold her in his arms. The only thing she treasured, the only one person in the whole world who was just for her, was dead. Emotional pain, the only pain she could feel anymore, was crippling her. She went from crying to uncontrollable sobbing.

Peter woke up to the sound of a girl sobbing. He sat up and turned around to see the girl they had saved. Crying and shaking. She looked over at him. Her eerily pale blue eyes were widened with pain and fear. He wasn't surprised she was sobbing. The poor girl was shot 27 times with a .50 caliber bullets and figuring from what she had said and how she had acted before, had probably seen many horrible things. The warnings Walter had given him about this girl being a killer flashed into his mind. He then dismissed them. He walked over to try and comfort the poor girl. He could always ask questions later. He held the girls shaking hand. Her hand tensed up for a moment but, then she relaxed a bit. Peter wasn't really sure what to say to her,

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay now."

She slowly calmed down, stopped sobbing and looked at his hand. She almost looked confused. Then she smiled a little bit. She was speaking very quietly and shaky,

"Only two other people ever bothered to tell me it's going to be okay my whole life..."

The girl looked up at Peter.

"Why did you save someone you didn't even know about? A girl who was saying a lot of things that didn't make any sense. A girl who should have died when she had gotten shot the first time. Couldn't you lose your job for not reporting me? Or wait..did you report me?"

The girl looked at Peter with terror. It made Peter sad to think this girl was so terrified of the government. To think that this girl probably had unthinkable things done to her. To know that only two other people had ever reassured her in her whole life. To know she was only a teenager.

He tried to smile to reassure her, "I wouldn't report you to the government. I'm not a federal agent. I'm just a civilian assistant to the FBI. To tell you the truth, I don't have a good history with the government. To answer your other question, what would you have done if you saw a girl shot to oblivion and still miraculously alive? I obviously figured by then you were different from the average person. I've actually been helping with an investigation of strange occurrences lately so I don't really know what to believe anymore."

As soon as Peter had told the girl that he wouldn't report her and that he wasn't an agent, she looked much more relieved.

"I guess there really are good people out there. After seeing what I have seen, you begin to have many doubts... Where is the woman that was with you earlier? Is she an agent?"

Peter couldn't help but smile when he thought of Olivia.

"The woman with me earlier was Olivia. She's out doing casework. She's an actual FBI agent but, you don't have to worry about her."

"I figured I wouldn't have to worry about her. She also saved me as well... I never got your name. What is it?"

Peter smiled, "Peter Bishop."

"I'm ten twenty..I mean, Ama. 1024 is another title I never want to use again. Where I come from, you don't get names...You get numbers."

Ama looked down in sadness and awful memories creeped back into her mind. Then, memories of Aren. Ama struggled to fight back tears. A fight she lost.

"There is a lot I have to explain to you and Olivia. I know you don't understand a lot about me and I know you want answers but, I... When I escaped from the government organization, FASA. I lost someone I loved very much." Her voice began to grow more shaky. "Someone I would easily die for, someone I thought I couldn't live without. Now I have to find a way to live without him. I'm sorry but, I don't think I can talk anymore..."

Ama began sobbing again. Peter hugged her. Which only reminded her more of Aren but, meant a lot nonetheless. She may have hurt inside but, she at least knew there were two people out there who gave a damn. Two people who saved her without questioning. She wasn't completely alone. She may be jeopardizing her life but, when Olivia comes back from casework, she is going to tell them everything.

They are the only ones I can trust. The only chance I have. I thought that alley was the end. Aren, I will try my best not to break your promise. Why did you give me such a god damned hard promise to keep you son of a bitch?! You wonderful son of a bitch...

After an hour or two, Ama fell asleep. Exhausted by her own tears.