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Chapter 4:

Her eyes slowly opened and as she tried to move she felt one arm handcuffed to the bed. "You've got to be kidding me," Olivia mumbled feeling the metal digging into her skin.

She groaned in frustration, her eyes glancing around hoping she was in fact back home. She didn't know why the handcuffs or what had happened since she'd been shot. She glanced around, not seeing anything within reach that she could use to pick the lock.

Although she felt slightly groggy, her eyes glanced by the curtained window seeing Astrid and Walter outside of her room.

Astrid came in first, glancing back seeing Walter watching from the window. "Do you know who I am?" Astrid asked hoping for a hint of recognition. She wasn't entirely convinced one way or another which Olivia this was.

Olivia nodded slowly, "of course, Astrid. Can you get these handcuffs off me, please?" She moved her arm and grimaced feeling the metal against her skin.

"Agent Broyles said we needed to leave those on until we were certain." Astrid repeated what she'd heard earlier from her boss.

"Certain about what, Astrid?" Olivia tried to sit up but the pain was excruciating and she just as quickly settled back down on the hospital bed. "I was kidnapped by Walternate. He was the one that shot me," she stared helplessly into the junior agent's eyes. "Please let me talk to Peter Bishop. He can sort this all out, Astrid. He knows me better than anyone on Fringe." How could they think she was the monster, the alternate Olivia?

Astrid nodded slowly, "I already called him. I'm not sure that he's coming."

"Why wouldn't he come?" Olivia didn't understand.

Astrid sighed, shifting the weight on her feet, not sure she wanted to tell her but feeling Olivia's eyes boring into hers she didn't see much choice. "After you came over, when you were bleeding on the floor, I saw your tattoo. Our Agent Dunham doesn't have a tattoo on the back of her neck." It was certainly one of the reasons he wasn't coming to see her. Astrid didn't want to further elaborate on the obvious fact that he had seemed to have fallen for the blonde-haired, green eyed, FBI Agent.

Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, "this is not happening," she breathed more to herself than anyone else. She opened her eyes, desperately staring back at Astrid, "you have to believe me when I tell you that they did this to me. They wanted me to become her. I don't know why or how but they branded me with her mark. She has the same tattoo, Astrid."

Astrid shook her head, "Peter doesn't seem to think so. He's with her right now and if she does, he would have called by now."

She swallowed back the tears and pain, "she's with him?"

Astrid nodded slowly, catching Olivia's reaction. "Walter mentioned while you were on the other side he'd been shot."

Olivia nodded slowly, "yes. Bell and I helped him escape. Their technology is more advanced, he barely had a scar and was able to move around right after surgery." She paused staring at Astrid, "she could have had the tattoo removed, Astrid. It's not such a crazy idea if she was trying to steal my life."

Astrid let out a heavy sigh, "what does Walter call me?" She knew that Olivia from the other side wouldn't know of such things—it wouldn't be in any file that was for certain.

"What?" Olivia frowned wondering why she was asking her such a question, "you're name is Astrid but Walter never gets it right. Sometimes he calls you Aspirin or Astro. I don't think I've ever heard him call you the same name twice."

Astrid smiled weakly, "let me talk with Broyles and Walter. I'll be right back."

Olivia nodded, relieved that someone believed her. She watched as Astrid headed out of the hospital room and spoke with Walter in the hallway. She noticed Broyles came up as well and could imagine they were discussing what had just been said.

A moment later and Broyles was coming into the hospital room. His eyes stared at her for a long moment, trying to read her-see if she really was Olivia. "Astrid tells me you crossed over into the lab."

Olivia nodded weakly, "yes, Sir." She tried to sit up but found the pain unbearable again and moved to lie back down. "I was trying to get home after escaping from Walternate's custody." Her eyes felt Broyles intense stare on her. "The short version, sir, Walternate was coming to kill me and I managed to cross over right after being shot."

Broyles nodded slowly, "you know Agent I'm going to need a full detailed version of what happened. It can wait until you're released from the hospital though."

"Thank you sir," Olivia nodded slowly, "is there any chance you have a key to let me out of these?" She wiggled her wrist where the metal had her cuffed to the bed.

Broyles let out a heavy sigh, "as much as I would like to do that, we have to be certain you are who you say you are."

Olivia rolled her eyes in annoyance, "you're kidding me, right? I just traveled between worlds, sir. The other Olivia can't do that. She was never treated with Cortexiphan as a child. She was never experimented on by Walter or Walternate." She was getting incredibly frustrated with no one believing her. "You hated me when we first started working together. Do you remember that, Sir?" Olivia asked him. "You thought I was-"

Broyles interrupted her, "we already know the shapeshifters have files on every one of us in Fringe Division. It's not impossible to think that you could have easily gathered the same intel before dropping into the lab, shot by Walternate or even yourself." He countered.

"Why would I do that? What possible motive would I have?" Olivia couldn't believe they were ignoring what was right in front of them. "You can't tell me that the other Olivia hasn't been acting strangely. She's been infiltrating the group since Peter and Walter returned home." Her heart was pounding and the monitors began beeping loudly. "Please, sir, you have to believe me. If you don't, Walter can prove it. I know he can. Only one of us has Cortexiphan in our body."

A nurse rushed into the room, hearing the monitor beeping loudly, "sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Broyles retreated a few steps, considering her plea, "I'll talk with Walter, see what tests he can come up with. In the meantime I suggest you get your rest."

Olivia nodded slowly, she didn't ask for Peter this time. Whatever was going on, it was obvious he didn't want to see her.