AN: I couldn't resist the fluff, but I think that it's understandable with the angst that is going to follow, so in the long run, I think fluff is needed in this.
Have fun reading...


Chapter eight
When I trusted you


"Walter what are you doing?" Peter asked while walking into the kitchen, the counters were covered in bowls, and the smell of strawberries filled the air.

Turning around with a messy apron on, Walter smiled, "Morning," He waved a whisk, "I think I have concocted the perfect strawberry malt shake," He looked more cheerful.

"Walter, was you up all night making malt shakes?" Peter started to move dirty bowls towards the dishwasher, he opened it looking in to see if cleans stuff needed to be emptied first.

Walter licked the whisk, "No," He then placed the it in the sink, "I was thinking of how I could send my mind to Helen's," He looked pleased with himself, "If I can help her…"

Peter's face shot up from the open dishwasher, "Walter, we can't help her cross over."

"No, no of course not…" Walter waved a hand, "I was merely talking about helping her deal with her lose."

Peter froze, "Her lose?" he asked raising his eyebrow, part of him knew what Walter meant, but he didn't know if his father was upset himself about the idea of a version of himself being dead.

"I think he passed away," His voice calmer than Peter expected it to be, he brought a glass to his lips taking a sip and pulled away from it, "No, no this is not right at all!" He poured the drink into the sink watching Peter.

"Well, it explains the need to find you," for a second Peter kept still in front of the dishwasher, "But if I help you contact her, you have to warn her the dangers of trying to cross over."

"Yes, yes of course," Walter looked around the kitchen, "Oh no!"

"What Walter?" Peter asked carrying on cleaning up the mess that Walter had made in the kitchen, it seemed all he did was clean up after Walter.

Walter exhaled, "I am afraid I have used all the strawberries," He double checked the fridge.

Peter laughed, "I'll go to the store and picked some up," He smiled putting the last bowl into the dishwasher and turning it on, "Unless something comes up, it's our day off."

"I hope nothing turns up," Olivia replied walking into the kitchen, she stretched her arms out while yawning.

Walter glanced up, "Good, Agent Dunham, you can help me with my malt shake," He smiled seeing the young lady wearing one of Peter's shirts with sweat pants.

"Walter, you can call her Olivia," Peter brushed a hand over his eyes, "And me and Olivia are going out tonight for dinner and a movie."

"A movie, how lovely." Walter turned around looking for something in the kitchen, "Well, while you do that I can get to work on a way to communicate with Helen."

Olivia shifted her gaze from Walter to Peter, "Helen?"

"The girl Walter saw in the lab, her name is Helen…" Peter brushed a hand down Olivia's arm, "He wants to help her through a difficult time, as well as warning her the dangers of trying to cross over."

Olivia sighed, "Yeah, I think that would be best for everyone," Now kissing Peter's cheek she relaxed, "I'm going to take a shower before picking some stuff up from my place." Her smile looked more natural, "Are you sure about the draw?"

"Dead sure," Peter brushed a hand into her hair, "So stop worrying about it," He let her go watching her walking towards the stairs.

Walter was silent watching Peter, "I think Agent Dunham would make an excellent mother…"

Peter snapped his attention from the door to Walter, "Whoa," He held his hands up, "Going a little fast there Walter, I don't think me or Olivia are ready for that kind of commitment."

Walter nodded, "Yes, enjoy the start," He kept grinning, "Now, I think I better start cleaning…" He glanced around, "Peter did you clean up?"

"Yes I did," He chuckled, "Try and get some sleep Dad," He touched his father's arm, "You do remember what sleep is?"

Walter nodded, "Yes, I think I'll go lie down for a while," He patted Peter's shoulder, he left the kitchen, going to the room he set up downstairs.


The sound of echoing footsteps were loud, Peter was determined to get answers. Helen had been missing for only a few hours, but to his mother it might as well be days. Not fully enraged, Peter moved without even replying to employees greetings, he had to get to Bell's office, and he found himself banging loudly, he then realised how mad he really was.

"Peter, how unexpected." William opened the office door with a smile on his face; he was clearly ignoring Peter's expression.

Peter pushed his way into the office, with a swift motion he slammed one of Walter's journals onto the desk, "I want to know what the hell you have put in my Sister's head!"

William closed the office door silently; he kept watching Peter while playing his hands together, "I have no idea what you're talking about Peter."

"Cut the crap!" Peter snapped, "There is no way Helen got these journals herself, and I am pretty sure if I dig deep enough, all the evidence will point me right back to this office."

William pursed his lips, "Can I explain," His dropped his hands, his eyes kept focused on Peter. "I wanted to give her some hope…"

"Hope!" Peter laughed darkly, "She's missing, no one knows where she is," He waved his hands, "And I've read that journal from front to back," he picked it up throwing it at William.

Catching the journal William exhaled, "I only gave her these to read," He flicked through the contents; now reading over Walter's neat writing before pausing, "I didn't think she would get ideas from it." He now placed it back down on the desk.

"Well I need to know everything," Peter stood still beside the desk; he wouldn't even know what else there was for him to do. "Who is subject thirteen?"

William brushed a hand over his forehead, "It's not Helen if that's what you're getting at." His eyes slowly meeting Peter's, "But if Helen assumed she was, then I don't know what to say."

"Well for one, where is my sister?" Peter pointed out, "I went to the lab, all her things are in the lab, her clothes, and he car is still in the parking lot…" He covered his eyes with his hands, he never realised how much worry he held for his sister.

William placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, "You're telling me, that the last place she was, was the lab…" He trailed off into his own thoughts, "Are you sure of that?"

"I'm positive," shifting from one foot to another, "But I feel there is more to this than you are letting on," His arms folded, "I need to know what is going on, to find my sister and bring her home."

William exhaled, "I think it's going to be a little more complicated than you expected." He felt the wash of guilt, it was the last thing he wanted to have to tell anyone, but it seemed like the truth needed to come out.