CHAPTER TITLE: The Storm Approaches
FANDOM: Fringe
CHARACTERS: Nina Sharp, Brandon
GENRE: Sci-fi
RATING: M
CORRESPONDING EPISODE: 1.01 "Pilot"
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR'S NOTE: None
Off at a secure location in the desert far outside of Las Vegas city limits is John Scott's body in one of William's laboratory facilities, being questioned by technicians through synaptic transfer. Don Nina "Sharp" Cherubino is impatiently awaiting the results.
Nina's office is at the top of The Sicilia, large glass walls that she can look out of to survey the city that belongs to her. She'd grown up in the desert oasis, the only child of a prominent mafia boss, this casino her family's legacy. She'd been groomed by her parents to be not only as ruthless as her father, but to be as shrewd as her mother, their plans for her to become an important part of the family business. But the Family's hold is no longer as affluential as they'd once been and as the millennium came and went, she is one of the last remaining members in the city; they are a dying breed, but she's all right with that—she has enough power now that it doesn't matter.
The door to her office opens behind her and she knows it can only be one person.
"Aunt Nina?"
She doesn't turn to look at the younger man, simply orders, "Speak."
"It's about Peter Bishop."
"He's returned home," she states, feeling a pull in her stomach at the thought her godson is back.
"Shall I have someone follow him?"
She thinks for a moment and then says, "No. Not yet."
"If you need me, I'll be downstairs."
She glances behind her and the younger man flashes her a pleased smile as she says, "Thank you, Brandon."
The door shuts and she turns her attention back to the window, to look out past the flashing neon lights to the cold, dark desert.
So.
It has finally begun.
Her godson, Walter Bishop, Olivia Dunham...they have finally joined together and it indicates that the Storm is beginning to approach. Phillip has done his job, making sure all the right people are in the right place at the right time and as she awaits the results from a corpse's interrogation, she smiles, ready for what is to come.