Adjusting

Spoilers: All Seasons

Disclaimer: I only own a few of the Cortexiphan kids and Callie in this fic...nothing else unfortunately. JJ Abrams owns the rest.

Peter offered to check on the still unnamed girl while Olivia went after Darnel, he smiled when he found her coloring and looking much better after a bath and food. Her brown hair was ragged and he'd have someone trim it for her later.

She looked up and saw him through the window, looking back down again sheepishly. Going inside, he sat down on the chair beside the bed. "I'm Peter…I'm a friend of Olivia's and I also own this hospital…if anything scares you than tell me and I'll make you stop."

The girl tapped her arm and Peter saw the IV, she didn't like needles just like Olivia. After what she had been through, he knew it was only just an underlying problem of trauma…more were to come.

"I'll see what I can do about that okay?" She nodded and curled herself tighter, going back to her coloring. Peter stood and looked at the drawing, it was of a little girl in a box but the door was open and another person was standing nearby…blond hair. "Is this Olivia freeing you?"

She nodded yet again and they both looked up when the door opened to see a doctor, Peter remembered her as his doctor. "Hello again Peter, I see you've met Jane…time for another shot."

The girl shook her head and grabbed Peter's arm, shaking her head and tears told him that she didn't want another shot. Peter smoothed her hair down and nodded, "what is it?"

"An antibiotic."

"She was found in a sterile room, there's no indication of infection or disease in her body so she won't need it."

The doctor sighed, "she needs them, it'll only take a second."

"I said no," Peter gently peeled off the girl's hand and moved around the bed. "In case you don't remember…my father owned this place and now that he's dead, I own it…Olivia transferred all the shares to me. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you turn around and not bring another needle into this room. If I so much as think you've given her anything again…you'll have no job and certainly no recommendations." He looked at the doctor, "give me the syringe."

"Peter it's fine…"

"Give it to me." She withdrew the syringe and Peter looked at it. "It's Cortexiphan, you're giving her Cortexiphan?"

The doctor eyed him, "her levels have to be up for her abilities to show."

"So you're drugging her?" He shook his head, "get out…leave the Experimental Campus and expect your severance check within a week."

The woman left in a fit and Peter had to call security but the lead her away and Peter called Nina. She told him that she'd be checking on all the other subjects that were under the doctor. She also said that Olivia's records would be checked to make sure that she hadn't been given Cortexiphan without reason.

Peter found the girl on her bed curled up, colors abandoned. He sighed and sat down, "she can't hurt you anymore."

She used American Sign Language to say 'thank you' and Peter looked at her. "Can you speak?"

She shook her head no, touching her throat and Peter immediately saw the scaring.

"Okay, well we'll have to learn sign language than." He smiled and she reached out, cautiously with her hand, capturing his. "Do you have a name?"

She shook her head and held up her hand, showing five fingers before pointing to herself. Peter understood that she was called 'Five' by Darnel.

"Well we'll have to find you a name, Jane just doesn't suit you."

She began signing and Peter put a hand up, telling her to slow down. The signs eventually told him that she could speak with her mind, meaning telepathically, but she didn't because it scared people.

"It doesn't scare me and everyone here at this hospital…they'd understand and accept it. See, here there are others like you…who can do different things. Like Olivia, she can move things with her mind…like when she unlocked the chains. No one will think you weird…even so, we like weird here."

Okay.

Her voice was tiny even in his mind, Peter smiled realizing they were making progress. She sat up and handed him the picture of a blue rabbit that she had colored from a coloring book. "Is this for me?"

She shook her head, for Olivia.

"I will give it to her, she's out catching the man who hurt you so he can't do it again. No one is ever going to hurt you again, okay?" He held out his hand, "can you trust me?"

She nodded, yes.

"I have to go but I'll come back later."

He was halfway to the door when her voice came again, thank you Peter.

"You're welcome."

Peter found Olivia at the FBI Building, coming out of Fringe Division's interrogation rooms. She smiled and looked at him, "so how's our patient?"

"Well her doctor was dosing her with Cortexiphan to try to bring out any abilities she had." He shrugged, "I fired her, Nina is aware and checking on all her other patients…including you. She has no name…"

"Yeah he said he called her 'Five' so it would be impersonal."

"And she likes to color, this is for you." He pulled the picture from his pocket and handed it to Olivia, she smiled. "Her throat has scaring, as if she had her vocal cords removed because she can't talk…at least verbally." Olivia looked up at that, "she can speak telepathically but she doesn't say much…too much trauma. It's going to be a while, coaxing her out of her shell…Nina offered to let her stay at the EC with the others, till she's comfortable."

Olivia looked at him and shook her head, "I felt like he didn't care…about her, he just wanted to prove that Cortexiphan could be the key to all defect removal. I asked him if he even cared and he said 'a lab rat, why would I care about a rat?' and I…Walter cared about all of us, even after what he did. He saw us as children, thought he was guiding us…this man is so much worse."

A/N: Next Peter and Olivia have a morning to themselves and said little girl gets a name...one that fits her perfectly and means 'beautiful and alive'.