Well, I just can't be depended upon can I? ;) It's been forever since I updated so I hope a little story progress will please ya.
"That's what I do here Peter. By watching data streams that come from different instruments positioned in our cities I can sense predicted behaviors and conditions. I was treated with a – I think you call it cortexiphan?"
Peter's eyes darted toward Olivia but she seemed unsurprised. He wanted to be touching her right now, away from this place; he just wanted them to be an angry set to his jaw and a quick exhalation through gritted teeth he lowered his hands to steady himself on the bookshelf."Do you see Olivia and I leaving?" he asked and every head turned toward her once again.
"Yes," she said simply, her curls slightly shaking.
Ch. 4 Suspend
Peter watched silently as the island of people discussed how exactly to throw an invisible rope to him. He rolled his eyes as general G-man overload threatened to strand him in the Other World forever.
"Broken universe here, okay?" he growled and, hastily unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it across to Astrid, said sarcastically, "Wrap it in the shirt. I'm pretty sure I can see a shirt." He felt less confident when he saw the Other Olivia look at him approvingly, and his Olivia tensely biting her lip. He shrugged awkwardly in his white undershirt.
The Other Astrid slid his shirt down the rope to settle above the loop and with the calmness of a pendulum, swung it toward him. Peter waited until the Other Broyles had retracted the rope until the loop was even with his foot and then stepped into it, wobbly and tense as he gradually slid back toward the console. Olivia sat on the edge of the console and put her left foot on top of his right, then wrapped herself around him. Peter knew that this was no time for a joyous reunion but knew that her averted eyes and rigid body was not a good sign. He allowed himself a confused moment before admitting to himself, yes, she was angry. At him.
They looked at those still standing on the upended console. When Peter had asked what they would do in the topsy-turvy universe Astrid had only smiled and said they would use the rope to get out. Once again the Others did not question her. Now the Other Olivia leaned forward, elbow jauntily propped on her knee as she said, "Since we'll need the Secretary back, even if it's to incarcerate him, let's set up a meeting time. A week from now okay?" Her mouth was upturned in one corner, to the left. Peter's eyes turned kind; his Olivia smiled to her right.
"A week from now," he nodded. "I don't know what happened when he fell through though." The four shifted uncomfortably so he tightened his grip on the rope, looked at Astrid with a deep breath and murmured a thanks. The Other Broyles reached forward to release the rope when the Other Olivia leaned forward again, her face floating to the side of the real Olivia's, making him see double.
"Peter, thanks for getting me home." She smiled to her left. "You weren't so bad, for the Secretary's son."