Whoa! I wasn't expecting such positive responses to my last chapter. And here I was thinking this was gonna be one of the dumbest reveals in the history of fanfiction. Cause...well...it's a preggers fic. Yeah that's right...one of the most unoriginal premises for a fanfic and I'm writing it! HAHAHAHA. On the plus side, if I didn't add all the insane Fringe-y like elements to this that you are gonna come across, then this fic wouldn't even be worth writing for me. What Fringe-y elements you ask? Well I got a few of them in this chap. Read and see!
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The damn noises and voices in her head continued to irritate her. She forced herself awake but realized too late what a mistake that was.
Olivia leaned over her bed and was surprised to find that someone left a wastebasket there within vomiting range, something which she used to her full advantage.
The godawful taste of it all remained in her mouth, as it had been since it all started. Her memory was fuzzy. She could barely recall how she was in the lab one minute and how she ended up lying passed out in her apartment the next.
It wasn't until she felt someone holding her, helping her to sit up, did she remember the medication that injected exhaustion all throughout her body.
Peter's hands continued to support hers until she finally got the hint that he was putting a glass of water in her hands to drink. She barely muttered a "thank you" from her lips before she consumed the entire glass. It washed away most of the vomiting taste in her throat, but she still tasted sick, still felt sick.
"You know," Peter said, a bit worried that Olivia was unaware of his presence in the room. "There's always that slight chance that Walter's playing a big practical joke on you."
Olivia smirked. "I don't think he's capable of being a comedian, Peter."
"Yeah, you're right," Peter shrugged. "So how exactly did he break this...news to you?"
"He asked me if I had sexual intercourse in the past couple of weeks. I didn't think it had anything to do with all that's happened. Then he said that the condom must've broke off because my HCG levels in my blood were up to pregnancy levels."
Peter muttered, "That bastard. It doesn't explain the meds, or that your hair was falling out."
"You're right." Olivia shook her head. "This has to be some sort of joke." She tried to fake a smile of relief, or perhaps it was denial. "I can go see a real doctor right now and they won't find a baby. They may find something unusual and Fringe-like but that's to be expected around us."
"Yeah…" Peter's mind was a bit torn. As much as he hated his father, Walter wouldn't lie about something this serious, and Olivia's symptoms were too similar to what Walter diagnosed. Of course there had to be more to the situation than this. Perhaps the only way to really convince himself this was all for real was to get to the lab and look at those blood test results for himself.
But he was far too hesitant to leave Olivia, not now anyway.
"I can go with you," he said. "I can take you to see the doctor if you want."
Olivia looked at him and shook her head. "I'll be fine. I I'll go first thing in the morning. You should probably get back to the lab and make sure I didn't kill your father."
"He was fine when I saw him, Liv. You absolutely sure?"
"I'm sure, Peter. I just want to go back to sleep. If you don't mind…"
Peter felt as if he had been sucker-punched. Obviously, Olivia was trying to deal with a difficult situation by herself…again. But he hated how Olivia was practically trying driving him out.
He finally forced himself to leave her bedside even though it was nowhere near what he wanted to do (deep down he didn't think it was what Olivia wanted either). "Take care then," he said without even looking at her. "See you tomorrow."
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Olivia was starting to regret not having Peter there with her when (after a night of no sleep), she finally got the nerve to see a gynecologist. As uninterested as she was in a pregnancy test, she had to come up with a cock and bull story about how she offered to be a surrogate mother and just needed a second opinion to confirm if the whole thing was successful. Then she would go to a real doctor about the strange cancerous thing going on with her.
That was the plan.
She never had to visit a gynecologist in her life. That alone made the situation uncomfortable in itself. At least the doctor was a woman, but Olivia couldn't help but feel a sense of dread about the whole situation…as to what the doctor would find.
Olivia keep thinking to herself, at least this wasn't Walter performing the hysteroscopy on her.
The doctor look at the screen while performing the inspection and her face was turning a ghaotly white. She kept looking back at Olivia and back at the screen but Olivia herself could not see what it was being discovered nor was the doctor willing to tell her.
"You'll have to excuse me," she said after the hysteroscopy was done. Olivia never saw a doctor rushed out of the room with such panic before. A clear sign that something had been found. Olivia just lied there fearing just about everything. The room was getting smaller and the fact that she just had been inspected in an indecent area of her body was all catching up to her.
The gynecologist came back with another doctor. Olivia couldn't take the suspense anymore. "Excuse me," barked Olivia. "I'm an FBI Agent so I'm going to need those results today."
"Well," said the gynecologist. "We can confirm that you are pregnant…"
Olivia was silently cursing to herself. Walter was right, her worst fear.
"But we also found something we think is surrounding the embryo. We've never seen something like it before in all of our practice. In fact, we're afraid to even touch it."
"Do you have pictures?"
The other doctor in the room held a manila envelope in his hands. "Everything's in here but we'll need to…"
Olivia snatched the envelope. "No, you won't. This is information pertaining to an investigation and you're required to keep quiet about this. No one outside of this room is allowed to know about the exam. Do you understand?"
The gynecologist was confused but Olivia simply ignored her as she got up and quickly got her things together and left as soon as she possibly could.
She got to her car and pulled out the pictures. Whether it was the sight of what she found in the pictures or if it was just her poor health in general, Olivia found herself vomiting outside of her car again.
Her phone rang at the very moment. "Dunham," she responded weakly.
"Is there a reason why I have heard nothing from you in the past 24 hours on the Living Mannequin case, Dunham?" The cold stern voice of Broyles on the other end only made Olivia's heartbeat turn rapid.
"Sorry sir, I've been too sick."
"This is not like you, Dunham. I've never known a cold to stop you from getting your cases done in record time. You're lucky we haven't found a second victim yet. I don't even have an I.D. on the first victim if that's any indication as to how far behind you are."
There was silence on the other end and then…
"Is there something you're not telling me, Agent Dunham?"
Olivia did not skip a beat when she said "No, nothing. I'll get back to work on this case by the end of today, sir."
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Walter looked at the photos that Olivia brought, of course, with fascination. "It's everything I hoped it would be."
"Of course it would," said Peter. "Somehow this blue icky thing, indicates that Olivia's pregnant. For all we know it can't be human."
"For all we know, son. You could be right."
Olivia was sitting on the couch in the lab keeping her distance from the Bishop men. "This is not helping me."
"You're right, Agent Dunham. It's not supposed to help you." He walked over to her and sat by her on the couch. It made Olivia incredibly angry and uncomfortable on the inside but she didn't have much of a choice as Walter have the photos that revealed the blue gooey substance that she was carrying in her womb. "You can't see the embryo because the blue plasma is covering it, protecting it. But I can hopefully assure that it's a human embryo."
"And what are you basing that on, Walter?" she said coldly.
"My work with Penrose on the super-soldier project."
Peter shook his head. "You mean the old man baby we found?"
"Yes, but seeing that there hasn't been any significant speeding or the presence of a newborn old man, it's safe to say that whoever impregnated Dunham was ensuring a normally developed pregnancy to progress."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Great."
"I was referring to the cloning aspect of the projects that we did. You see the problem with cloning any living creature is that there is never any guarantee that the clones themselves will come out absolutely perfect. In fact, many of the earlier practices of cloning would result in genetic deformities or premature death of ghastly nature. But Penrose and I found a way to protect the fetal subject during the development and still allow every single intended gene to remain intact without change: this blue plasma. It jellifies itself around the embryo protecting it from its unfamiliar environment and works to keep the intended genetic design of the clone all the way to birth. Sadly, I made a discovery regarding the blue plasma that I failed to catch onto when it was first invented. The plasma was made up of many nucleons, atoms, that were need to power the plasma for its intended purpose. I also believe that the plasma is a usuable substance for nuclear warfare."
"Jesus Christ, Walter!" Peter cried out. "Are you saying that blue stuff inside of Olivia right now is freakin' radioactive?!"
Walter came to a sudden epiphany. "Ah yes! That would explain the recent falling out of Agent Dunham's hair and why my Geiger counter was off the charts, and why the ultrasound exploded. The plasma is radioactive but not by much. The iodide, if Agent Dunham takes it weekly, should keep the radiation within the plasma from spreading. What I find most fascinating is that the plasma doesn't harm the fetus one bit…"
"I want it out!" Olivia said suddenly.
Both Walter and Peter turned to her. "Beg your pardon, Agent Dunham?"
"You're telling me that I'm pregnant with a…radioactive baby?"
"That's not what I said," scoffed Walter. "Is it?"
"Yes Walter! It is! I can't just keep taking that iodide every week! We don't even know if me having a baby is their intention. What if they're this baby is supposed to be some sort of nuclear bomb that is set to explode?! We have to get it out of me now. I'm not letting these people go through with whatever they want with my body!"
Peter froze, too scared to approach Olivia or his father. The heat in the room rose from Olivia's fury.
But Walter only looked at Olivia with dreaded sympathy. "In any other circumstances, this would be a morally difficult choice for you Agent Dunham. But in this case, it won't be a simple matter of an abortion. Any attempts to interfere with the pregnancy would require us to go through the blue plasma protecting the embryo. It is very delicate my dear. The slightest squeeze or puncture to the surface will cause the liquid portion of the plasma to leak out."
Olivia was shaking, "and then what?"
"And then Agent Dunham, the radioactivity which is contained inside the plasma WOULD RAPIDLY spread through to the rest of your body. All of your hair would be gone and you would die of radiation poisoning within the hour."
The lab went dead silent.
Struggling to maintain every bit of dignity left in her, Olivia rose up from the couch and walked past Peter. "I…" she said quietly. "I've been wasting my time worrying about this, a whole day and now we're 24 hrs behind on the Live Mannequin case. I haven't even I.D.'d the victim and…"
"Olivia, it's fine," Peter assured her. "We've been working on the case while you were gone."
She simply ignored him as she walked into the office. Astrid had been working on the case file but had been no doubt distracted by the ruckus going on outside.
"Did you I.D. the victim?" Olivia said. She was clearly falling apart and both of the women in the room knew it, but Astrid chose to keep her cool.
"Yeah, Stephen Tucker, Age 35, male, works as a swimsuit model." She handed Olivia the folder and it shook when it was in Olivia's hands.
She headed towards the door out of the lab but Peter grabbed her arm. "Let's talk about this Liv. We have time…"
"NO WE DON'T!" Her other arm forcefully released Peter's grip on her in an instant. "I don't even want to think about this right now, okay? Broyles is already on me about this case and he still doesn't even know about this…I don't know what you call it. I don't care! I need to get this case finished before I can even think about how I might die either way. So just leave me alone, Peter!!!"
Olivia won her battle and stormed out of the lab. Forcefully, she would have to push down any tears of dread…or even regret for the way she was treating everyone around her right now. In her world, there wouldn't be time for any of that until AFTER the case was done...perhaps even longer than that if she kept continuing to deny her fate.
Astrid stepped out of the office after the commotion in the lab died down.
"Oh Agent Farnsworth," said Walter cheerfully. "I believe you have yet to be filled in on the unusual circumstances surrounding Agent Dunham's pregnancy and the blue plasma. Care for me to fill you in?"
"Judging by what I could hear," said Astrid. "I really don't know if I want to know anymore."
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Ouch Livy! You hating me yet for having Livy push Peter away? Well you should, cause I have a feeling it might get worse for the two of them...or they might not any choice but to get closer. Oh yeah...I'm giving you little hints as to what may go on later in this story. That's because I love to torment my readers. Who here in the Fringe fanfiction section doesn't? That's right, no one! HAHAHAHA