A/N: At this point in the story there are things that aren't going to make sense unless you've also read Something More, so if you haven't read it yet, please go to my profile and find it, trust me it will make way more sense if you do. Thanks for reading!

Olivia POV

I was disappointed that even with the help of Massive Dynamic, it would take at least a months for them to find a safe spot to cross over and move the tank to the chosen location along with all of the necessary equipment.

I knew it would be difficult to pinpoint a location on the other side that wasn't heavily protected by Fringe Division, but the time it would take worried me. By the time everything would be prepared for me to cross, I would be nearly three months on. I knew crossing at that point could be dangerous for the baby, but I didn't voice this, unwilling to give them a reason not to let me go.

I had to go to New York today to see my prenatal doctor. This was my second appointment and I wasn't exactly excited to go. Every time I stepped foot in Massive Dynamic, my skin began to crawl.

I had been careful to schedule my appointments on days I was certain the Bishops wouldn't be there. I wasn't eager to run into them on one of these trips. I couldn't take anymore of Peter's piercing looks.

As I turned the corner into the prenatal ward something caught my eye. A flash of blond hair and a leather jacket. I followed their path around the next corner to see the door to an exam room swinging shut. I went to the room and caught the door just as it was about to close. Just as I pulled the door open, I ran face first into someone's chest.

"Whoa," the man said, putting his hands on my shoulders and balancing us both. I stepped back at the man in front of me, "Olivia?" he said, keeping his hands on my shoulders.

"Peter," I gasped.

He quickly let go of me and took a step back, "What are you doing here?"

""I have an appointment. What are you doing here? You and Walter aren't suppose to be here at all this week."

"Well, I-uh…" Peter flustered.

"Peter," I heard my own voice call, but I hadn't said it.

The door to the room opened, and I was facing myself for the second time in my life.

"Fuck," she whispered.

I had no idea what to say.

"Miss Dunham," The three of us turned to see Nina at the end of the hall.

"Yes," both me and my and my alternate replied. I turned to glare at her.

"Our Miss Dunham," Nina said slowly, "We're ready for you."

I turned, tearing my glare off of Peter and Olivia.

Nina got me set up in a room and was about to leave as the doctor came in, but I stopped her, "What is she doing here," I asked bluntly.

Nina turned to face me, "Peter brought her in yesterday. At first, I thought she was you."

"But what is she doing here," I demanded, not allowing her to skirt around the question.

"Olivia," she was smiling but the expression faded from her face, "She's here for the same reason you are. She's pregnant."

"And that requires her to be here why?" I said angrily.

"Olivia… Its Peter's child," Nina said, taking a step back over to her.

I took a quick shallow breath and nodded. I had expected this.

"She came back to find the father of her child, just as you are planning to do," She paused, "You let him go Olivia. You pushed him away."

"I know that," I whispered.

"Olivia…"

"Would you please go," I said. I didn't need her trying to comfort me now. More than anything I wanted to storm out and punch that bitch in the face for getting us into this situation; That red haired, color wearing, manipulative, unoriginal bitch.

I was back at the lab a few hours later. Peter was there as well but we didn't speak or look at each other. I was down on the floor looking at one of Walter's experiments when I heard someone call my name.

"Olivia," I looked up to see someone I never would have expected standing in front of the door as it swung shut.

"Lucas," I gasped in surprise, making my way over to him, "Oh my god," I whispered as he pulled me into a surreal hug.

Just as he was letting go of me, Gene mooed loudly. Lucas looked over at her staring wide eyed at the new comer, "Is that a cow?"

"Yeah… Long story. What on earth are you doing here?"

Lucas switched his attention back to me, "I was in town. I tried to call, but your number was disconnected."

I made an 'ouch' face, "I'm sorry. A lot's happened lately. I've changed a lot of things in my life."

"Yeah I guess," Lucas said, looking around, "I got ahold of Broyles and he said you'd probably be here."

"So now just anyone can get clearance to be here," Peter mumbled pointedly.

Lucas looked at him in confusion.

"I think its better if we talk somewhere else," I said, gesturing towards the door and starting to leave. Lucas followed me out and walked by my side down the empty halls of Harvard.

"What's his problem?" Lucas asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Its complicated. For the most part, he cheats on me and I end up as the bad guy," I spoke quietly.

Lucas laughed a little bit, the laugh I knew he used when he was going to try to make the topic lighter, "I never pegged yiou as the type to end up in an affair with your partner."

"Second time now," I said emptily, "You don't know me as well as you thought you did."

"Sometimes I wonder if I ever knew you at all," He said, stopping.

I turned around to look at him. I got a crease between her eyebrows, "You knew me Lucas. You knew me then. I'm a different person now," I looked down.

"Your not as good at hiding it," He mentioned.

I looked up, "Hiding what?"

"How much it all gets to you. How afraid you are," Lucas said softly, taking a few steps closer to me.

"I'm not afraid…"

"Don't try to lie to me," Lucas whispered, stopping just in front of me, "My ability to read you has improved with my cooking skills," I looked up to meet his eyes, "Let me take you to dinner."

I nodded feebly.