Shout Out to an anonymous reviewer "Amy": I know 3 years seems like a lot, but it was easiest for what occurs in later chapters. And if you think about it, if Olivia's personality never returned, she may have been there indefinitely, well until Bolivia's mission was complete. These first few chapters are mainly to get all the background details and everything out of the way so the last 4-5 chapters are all about Peter and Olivia. That's why they're all squished and not detailed as much as I'd like.

ALSO to clear things up, this isn't a murder/Fringe mystery type of story, more (later) fluff, and angst... type of story. It's not an exact sequel, more a sequel/continuity of the theme.

I changed to rating to T because, well the M stuff doesn't come in till the later chapters (then I'll change it), so for now, it's in the correct rating.

BTW, the 'Scott' in this has no relation to John Scott.

Chapter 3 - Retrieval Of The Lost

Despite the early hour of the morning, Astrid, Nina Sharp, Broyles, Walter, Peter and three SWAT members attached to Massive Dynamics security division, gathered in the Harvard Lab. Not one single one of them complained of the early hour phone call that intruded on their precious, rarely received sleep. It seemed that once their sleep-fogged brains recognised that the speaker had said 'Olivia', 'Device', 'cross over', and 'Ready', everyone was instantly awake.

Michaels, Jordan, and Scott had been the SWAT team originally assembled from the few Special Service men that had been recruited a year before Olivia was trapped over there, a year before their original cross over in the attempt to retrieve Peter.

Everything was strictly voluntary. But no one had to ask these four men. Olivia had saved their lives twice over. Now it was their turn to repay. Olivia was almost like a fourth member of their unit.

"As we all know, Agent Dunham has been trapped on the Other Side for the last three years. We don't know her condition. We won't know her location until we're Over There. Thanks to Walter's unusual habits towards the people he cares about, Olivia has a tracking device in her." Nina explained. Her soft, yet calm and stern voice carried concern and authority amongst the group.

"Ma'am, not to be pessimistic, but . . . how can we know that she is still alive? Don't misunderstand me; I would be willing to do anything for her,"

"According to the Olivia Dunham from their side, they had every intention of keeping her alive while their Olivia Dunham was here. They could only swap them back with an object of the same mass. An Olivia for an Olivia. She was certain that the Secretary would keep her alive, even for this long. As far as we know, the other side has no knowledge of their Olivia's . . . status."

"So how are we doing this?"

"Walter has design the device so that it responds to those who are wearing these bracelets," Peter held up five small black 'wire-like' bands. "The wearer only has to push the button in the centre to transport back and forth." He handed out the bands, "Thanks to Massive Dynamic, again, Nina has informed me that these have several 'trips' in them before they become useless, so no joy-jumping. We have 5 bracelets. One of them for Olivia. Walter and Astrid are staying here, monitoring the machine while Jordan, Scott, Michaels and I cross over. Astrid, we will need possibly medics on standby. We have no idea what state she will be in. We may have to use force to get her back."

oOo

They didn't get many nights alone. But when they did, there wasn't enough time for everything they wanted to do while they were alone.

But sex was definitely the big one. Lots and lots of uninterrupted sex.

Unfortunately, they weren't even past second base before "Agent Dunham" made a sudden appearance.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" he wasn't paying attention, completely focused on kissing down her neck.

She pushed up from him, straddling his hips as she turned her ear towards the lounge room.

"The lock."

Frank never understood her acute hearing. It was something that he didn't remember her having until recently.

Olivia got up, still scantily-clad in her panties and a singlet. She swiftly and calmly took out her weapon from the bed-side drawer, making her way out of their bedroom, through the lounge room. She stood to the side of the front door, pressed flat against it. Gun drawn. Waiting.

Frank stood in the kitchen, hidden from view by the wall dividing the lounge and the kitchen.

Olivia watched as the handle on the door moved a few times, like someone was picking the lock before there was a click. The handle turned without a sound as whoever was on the other side opened it.

oOo

Taking point, Scott raised his weapon as he entered. They didn't know what to expect. Easier to expect the worse, expect resistance. It was Olivia Dunham after all.

The second Scott was through the door; Peter saw a gun rise to his head.

Scott felt the barrel pressed against his temple, and turned his head to find Olivia staring down the line of the gun.

Peter, Michaels and Jordan filed into the room quickly, guns aimed at Olivia.

It was obvious that she recognised none of them, and judging from her hostility, she wouldn't leave without a fight.

She eyed Frank in the kitchen, as he watched the scene play out. He was unarmed, and at the moment, these intruders didn't know he was there.

Peter hadn't planned for this to go like this. Sure they'd been expecting some resistance. And all in all, Peter could still see Olivia in there. That glint in her eyes as she stood, gun raised at Scott.

"Olivia?" Peter said cautiously,

He didn't know if she'd recognise him. He knew it was a false hope, but he couldn't not hope.

"Who are you?"

Peter decided that if he could convince her that she knew him, that she trusted him, even if she didn't remember, it'd have to mean something.

"Olivia Dunham, 33 years old, Sister: Rachel Dunham and niece Ella,"

This bit caught Frank's attention and he glanced to Olivia for a moment.

"You've wanted to be an FBI agent since you were nine, you can't cook for the life of you but you love making cookies with Ella on the Sunday's Rachel makes you babysit."

Ella. It was only recently that she had thought she was alive. Had seen her. But she was dead. Buried next to her mother. Barely an hour old. He knew everything else but got the important things wrong.

"How do you know me?" her hand never faltered. "I never worked for the FBI, and I don't have a niece or a sister, not anymore. If you really knew me, then you'd know their dead. Now either you leave, or I'll shoot what's-his-name here." She cocked the gun, her finger ready on the trigger.

"Olivia. You need to trust me. Either you come back home with us willingly, or we'll take you home by force."

"You do realise your threatening a Fringe Division Agent? Not a good move."

"You need to remember your home! This is not your home." Peter pleaded,

"Liv, like it or not, you're coming with us." Scott spoke. He turned to face her as she took a step back.

Her gun no longer pressed against his temple, but still pointed.

Frank had been watching the whole scene play out, and from his position he saw one of them unclip a smaller gun from a holder. From his angle he knew that Olivia couldn't see it, she hadn't made a move to stop him. His larger weapon covering his movements.

Grabbing the first thing he saw, he ran out of the kitchen, tackling the man. Their bodies slamming against the floor.

Peter watched as Michaels was thrown to the ground, a man pinning him down.

Everything went south from there. Everyone was on edge. Scott and Jordan cocked their weapons, seconds away from shooting him.

"Don't! Stand down!" Peter yelled, but the man kept punching Michaels, blood splattering everywhere.

To Olivia, everything was a blur. A blur of hands. A blur of shouts. And then a gunshot. Echoing through the room like it was the only sound. She saw Frank clutching his chest. The man he had been wrestling with lay dead on the ground. A kitchen knife sticking out of his neck. It looked like they'd both killed each other as they went down.

"FRANK!"

Peter's heart broke for her at the sound of her distressed cry. She had genuine feelings for this man, feelings that use to be for him. But she didn't remember.

Peter watched the emotions flood through Olivia as she cradled Frank's head in her lap. Shock, Desperation, Disbelief, and finally Rage. Peter knew what would happened if they couldn't sedate her. He had been witness to the Olivia Dunham rage.

She launched herself at Jordan. He was the closest one to her. A fury of fists attacking his face. Peter grabbed her. She wiggled and kicked. Her arms and legs thrashing around. Her shirt bunching up under his hands as she did. Peter couldn't help but remember what it felt to touch her, to feel her skin under his fingers. But now was not the time to be reminiscing over old memories. He could have the real memory again when they got back, when Olivia was better.

"Jordan, take Michaels' body."

Still holding a kicking and screaming Olivia, Peter managed to press the button on his band. In an instant flash, he found himself back in the lab.

Michaels' body appeared behind him, Jordan arriving soon after.

"Let go of me!" Olivia tried to push against Peter's iron grip, to no avail.

They were swarmed by doctors who checked her over quickly.

She protested, screaming, kicking and thrashing about. Despite being clad in only her underwear and a singlet, she put up one hell of a fight. She got free finally and knocked out two doctors and punched a guard before Walter injected her with something.

Olivia went limp, her sight becoming slightly blurred, as her legs gave way.

Peter slid across the tiles and caught her just before she hit the ground. Cradling her against his chest.

"No, pl-ple-please, n-n-no, she's all alone." It was barely a whisper, an almost silent sob. She saw nothing but black after that.

A/N: okay, guys, this has had over 2000 hits and only 5 reviews and two alerts! Can I at least get 4 reviews for this chapter? Pretty please?

Also, I need to know whether you all prefer short easy-read chapters (like 1000-1500 words) or the longer 2000+ word chapters?