Whitney - July 15, 1947

I couldn't believe what I had found out about Elizabeth a few days ago and that it's her secret to what makes maintain her youth. I can't believe such a creature like her actually exists. I have to admit it, I did doubt her a little at first, but I decided I should give her a chance to prove it since I had this crack on my face, it made me believe that almost anything was possible. It doesn't change how I feel about Elizabeth, I am still completely attracted to her and I want to continue seeing her.

Well, yesterday it was back to work for me and I went to the studio much earlier than usual because we had to shoot all the scenes that I wasn't there to shoot the day before. We filmed a lot of scenes today, but there we still quite a few more to go before Ken would call it a day. Now, I was on one my breaks, in my dressing room shuffling through costumes trying to find one appropriate for a scene we were going to shoot later in the day. I then heard a knock on the door. I turned my head to see the woman in red dress from the horse race Cal had spoken to a couple of days ago. Cal had told me that her name was Peggy Carter and that she was a SSR agent. A female federal agent, I didn't think such a thing was possible. Anyway, she peeked her head through the door and smiled at me while asking, "Miss. Frost, Peggy Carter. Do you have a moment?"

"Of Course, and it's Agent Carter isn't it? We meet at the racetrack, but were never properly introduced." I said returning back the smile as I went to shake her hand.

"I must admit, I was a little starstruck. I have never meet a famous movie star before."

"Oh Please. We're just like everyone else" I said fixing the top part of my dress and then I gestured to the sting of pearls around my neck. "We put our pearls on one strand at a time. And they, are just letting anyone waltz into the studio lot these days." I started to walk back towards the rack of clothes.

"I find being polite and asking nicely opens many doors."

" It Sure does." I answered as I started to shuffle through the costumes again.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you about the incident at Isodenye."

I then stopped dead in my tracks for two seconds. She's on to me, but how and why? Does really know what happened the night of the explosion? Was she there that night with Wilkes helping him somehow get a hold of the zero matter? Or did a guard see something they shouldn't have and report it to the police who reported it to the SSR? I knew now that I had to play dumb with her now because if she would get any indication that what was said in the newspaper was fabricated, it may blew in my face and Cal's.

"It was horrible. It was just horrible what happened to...ah… Mr. Wilson." I said resuming to look through the costumes.

"Wilkes. Dr. Wilkes."

"Did you know he was a communist?"

"I can't say that I did?"

"I guess he fooled all of us," I answered finally pulling out a dress I liked; a pretty purple one. "Isn't it incredible how one of them can just infiltrate a secure lab?"

"What do you know of Isodeyne's work?" Asked Agent Carter with a suspicious smile.

"Not a thing," I lied as began to walk towards the back mirror to measure the dress up against my body. "Oh please! The thought of my husband's work gives me a terrible migraine."

"But, you were there at lab the night of the explosion," She said truthfully. "A security guard saw you at the lab just before the accident."

"Well, he made a mistake!" I lied again. "Let's see, I left Cal's office at nine, security goes home at ten. I think the newspaper said the explosion happened sometime after midnight?"

"Papers are in the business of selling papers. Finding facts aren't always their top priority."

"Truer words, Agent Carter. You know last week the press said that I was involved in a torrid love affair with Cary Grant." I said as I hung the dress on the mirror and began to fix my hair. That rumor certainly wasn't true especially since I was hearing rumors that Cary was a homosexual. "Ah, I should be so lucky.'

"Well, that's why I trust my instincts," She said. "They're more reliable than what I'm told to believe."

I turned to her smiling getting ready to question her in sarcastic manner by asking her, "And what are your instincts telling you now?"

"That things, aren't what they seem." I stood there staring at Agent Carter until I heard a knock at the door.

"Yes." I called out.

Ken then came in to tell me, "Miss. Frost, They're ready for you sweetheart."

"Okay." I answered with a grin turning back to the mirror to fix my hair one last time. "Well, duty calls, Agent Carter. If you'll excuse me."

"You look great!" Ken tells me.

"Oh, thank you!" I replied walking out the door to go back on to the set.

Something needed to be done about that Peggy Carter. I couldn't let her expose me, because even though I tried to play stupid, she was still able to see past my facade. If she told anyone what thinks she knows about me, or if she somehow figures out what really happened to Dr. Wilkes, my Hollywood career would be over, not to mention Cal's chances of becoming senator. I had to eliminate her and I knew just the way.

Later, that night while Cal and I were getting ready for bed, I tried to express to him as best as I could how "dangerous" I thought Peggy Carter was.

"And I thought she was just gonna pull out a pair of handcuffs and arrest me on the spot," I called out to Cal as I was taking off my earrings at my vanity in our walk in closet. "Are you listening?" Cal seemed to be too distracted reading one of the newspapers that the council helped him fabricate, regarding the election.

"No, I am listening," he said still looking at the newspaper. "Peggy Carter, who does she think is, handcuffs."

"We have to do something about her Cal. She's not just gonna go away!" I said taking off my watch.

"I got some friends in the war department. I will call first thing and make sure she doesn't bother us anymore."

"No. No! I raised my voice a little as I began to walk out of the closet. "Official channels are not going to cut it. I know women like her."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to let Mr. Hunt take care of him." I said firmly.

Rufus Hunt is Cal's driver and bodyguard. He was fought in the war and had injured both his hands, but boy does he know how to fight. I would have asked Elizabeth to do the deed by slicing her throat and having her as her next meal, but if I did the council and Cal would get suspicious and ask me several questions I wouldn't feel like answering. Besides, if anyone found out about us, Cal would divorce me and I really didn't need that, not now at least.

"I can't do that," he said as I stared at him. "We already had enough run in with Feds to last us all year."

I then sat down on the bed and Cal went back to reading that damn newspaper again! I then came up with an idea for him to do what I wanted him to do which was use my acting skills, so I began to tear up.

"She scares me." I said fake crying.

"Look it's ok." He kindly said finally putting down the newspaper and putting his hand on my back trying in attempt comfort me.

"No!"

"We'll think of something."

"No it's not ok," I said as I turned around trying to sound desperately upset. "Cause you weren't there. And you don't understand she threatened me!"

"What did she say?" Cal questioned not sounding like what I was about to tell him was a big deal.

"She knew about Wilkes, what we did," I said trying to sound sincere. "She is dangerous!"

"Sweetheart, calm down it's okay" he said in considerate manner, while attempting to touch my face.

"She's using me to get to you," I blurted out trying to sound very paranoid. "And when she does I just can't…"

I then turned away from him and I began to cry a little harder and took deep breathes. At this point, Cal doesn't understand why Peggy Carter is such a threat, so I decided to come out and tell what I thought he might want to hear, in order for him to change his mind which was, "I would hate if this caught the council's attention."

After hearing that and seeing me as "upset" as I was, he finally turned to me and said, "I'll take care of it."

I then nodded my head and said, "You'll call Mr. Hunt."

He then gave me me a quick nod back and told me, "I'll do it right now."

Cal got up from the bed, and I continued to fake cry heavily until he left the room to call Hunt. Well, at least he fell for it. I knew my acting skills would come in handy at some point in my life. I then realized that I still had on my necklace, so I walked back into the closet to my vanity and took it off and placed it in my jewelry box. I walked back to the bed and lifted up the covers to and got under them. Cal came back in the room about five minutes later and got under the covers on his side of the bed.

I then turned to him and asked, "Well, what did Hunt have to say? Did he agree to kill Agent Carter?"

"Yes." Cal answered. "I told him to go to Howard Stark's residence, where Agent Carter is currently residing. He said he would get the job done in about an hour."

"Oh Cal," I said with a huge smile rolling over to give him a hug. "Thank you, so much! You have no idea how important this move will be for me, for us!"

"Anything for my girl," He replied as he kissed me on the head while still embracing me.

July 16, 1947

The next day, at work when I was in my dressing room fixing up my make-up for the next scene we were filming, when someone began to knock on the door. The door then opened and Ken stood there in the doorway and asked, "Miss. Frost, you got a minute?"

"Of course, come in." I said smiling.

"Listen, I just got off the phone with studio." He revealed to me sitting down in the chair next to me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked with concern.

"There's no easy way to say this," Ken said he gently took my hand in his. "They want to replace you."

"What?" I questioned nervously hoping that they didn't fire me because if they did, Cal probably wouldn't be happy with the sound of it. He wouldn't be able to use his wife as leverage to gain voters for the campaign because his wife wouldn't be a famous actress anymore. For me personally, this happening would be a positive thing because now I wouldn't have to worry about anyone on the set possibly discovering the crack on my forehead and exposing their knowledge of it to the world. Most importantly, with this chapter of my life over, I could hopefully expand my career in science, starting with studying the zero matter inside me. But, for Cal's sake, I hope Ken was able to convince the heads of the studio to keep me.

"They're looking for a fresh face."

I shrugged my shoulders, and asked, "Someone younger."

"I_I told them would walk if they fired you," he expressed by pointing his finger at me. "I told them, nobody treats my star that way."

I then gave him a little reassuring smiling with high hopes that he would tell me what I wanted to hear.

"They folded," he revealed as he gave me a tiny grin. My slight nervousness then turned into excitement and laughter. "Yes."

"Oh, my god. Thank You!" I said all jittery, shaking his hand a little.

"You're my girl. I'll always take care of you."

I laughed a little and Ken got up to leave but before he could go, I called him back, getting up from my chair, by telling him, "Oh Ken… Thank you. Truly thank you, so much!"

I went to hug him to thank him for his kind gesture. As we were hugging I felt him slide one of his hands down my butt and back up my back again. He held me a little bit longer and didn't seem to want let go of me. I began to feel a bit nervous, but I didn't want him to know that, so I let out a little chuckle before we finally pulled apart from each other. My hands still remained him on while he used his to cuff my face in.

He told me, "You are so beautiful."

"Ken_Ken, no." I said with the fear that he may possibly take advantage of me and rape me, I pulled away from him all while he was trying to kiss me. When he was trying to kiss me, what I didn't realize was that he accidentally pushed back part of my hair and discovered the crack.

"What is that?" He asked in terror when he first saw the crack.

"Nothing!" I said once I realized what he was talking about and I quickly took the part of my hair that Ken was holding to hide the crack.

"That is not nothing! What happened to your face!" He says pointing to my head while I'm still trying to cover up the crack.

"It's nothing!" I tried to reassure him with the fear now that he may go to the heads of the studio and tell them to reconsider keeping me.

"That is not nothing!" he shouted at me still pointing his finger at me.

He was getting ready to turn around, in a complete panic that may tell the heads of the studio about the crack, I grabbed his arm and with eyes of fury and with a raised nervous voice, I pleaded to him, "Wait. Wait!"

"Oh my god!" Shouted Ken in fear. Looking down at his hands, I then observed that my strong grip caused the zero matter through Ken's veins in his arms and it expanded throughout the other veins in his body, it appeared most distinct on his face. The zero matter started flowing out of his mouth, which caused him to suffocate. I gasped in nervous horror, a couple of times as the matter expanded around his face and to his back and then the rest of his body including the arm was grabbing. By that point the zero matter had engulfed his entire body. I then watched in complete terror as the zero matter, at full speed absorbed through the palm of my hand. Looking down at my hand, I stood there in complete shock realizing what had just happened and what I have just done. I then began to shake and breathe heavily, my eyes began to water up and a tear rolled down my cheek. I turned around to look at my reflection in the mirror towards the back of the room to see if the zero matter had expanded through my veins as well, luckily it didn't. But, as every great scientist knows, whenever there's an action there is always a reaction. I then began to develop a horrible hunch about what the zero matter might do to my body after what had just occurred. Still quivering and crying I walked closer to the mirror. I pushed back the part of my hair that was covering the crack. I tilted my head a little to get a better view of the crack. I then observed the zero matter oozing from the crack from both ends of it, causing the crack itself to appear slightly larger in size which I suspected may happen. Before anyone else in the studio what get suspicious and begin wondering where Ken went, or even worse they might end up discovering this crack themselves, I needed to get out of here! I didn't even bother calling my driver, I didn't want him to ask why I was in the state I was in. I didn't bother changing out of the costume I was in either. I just grabbed my purse, and quickly bolted out of my dressing room, through the hall and out the back door, so I could avoid being spotted.

The last thing I wanted to do right now was go home because there might be a possibility that Cal is home, and if he was he just might ask me a plethora of questions, such as: Why are you home early? What's wrong? Why are you upset? I really didn't feel like telling him the truth about the explosion, Wilkes, the zero matter, Ken and most importantly I didn't want to have to show him the crack. He would change his opinion of me from his beautiful wife, to a hideous monster he no longer recognized. He would probably blame even more for not listening to him in the first place, by trying to get the zero matter behind his and the council's backs. He definitely wouldn't be able to get the likes of votes if the press caught wind of the crack, the zero matter everything.

All I know right now is the place, that I want to be, is at the Cortez with Elizabeth. I feel that she might be able to understand what has happened to me, what I had just done and why and how I got the crack because of what she is. However, I do feel a little bit apprehensive about how she might take it because what if she would view the crack on my face as hideous and would never want to lay her eyes on me again. The thing I feared the most about this anticipated visit, would probably be, if god forbid, I accidentally did the same thing to her that I did to Ken. All I know is that I feel safe when I'm with her and even with knowing her secret, I know she would never try to put me in harm's way. The question is can she be safe with me?

I ran through the studio lot and through the studio's gates in nervous panic. I looked out for a cab and when I finally saw one, I flagged down its driver. He pulled to the side of the rode and I got in as quick as possible. The driver noticing my quivering and anxiety asked what was wrong. I said nothing because I'm pretty damn sure this guy knows who I am and if I say anything to him he'll go to the press and tell them, truth or lie. Instead, I told him to take me to the Hotel Cortez, and he began to drive.