Mr. Sumner was not comfortable with what he was doing at all.

"Ms. Dunham, before you sign these release papers, I urge you to consider what you're doing. Cases like your sister…don't recover for a long time. And sometimes they never live to. She'll need you to take care of her. You haven't seen what I saw in Olivia during her first days here. Whatever happens to Olivia outside of this facility…you're going to be the one responsible. Just think about that."

With the words playing like a loop in her head, Rachel continued to fiddle with the pen in her hand. She didn't know what she was doing. Yet, she wanted more than anything now, to get her sister out of this place. She just didn't know if she could handle taking care of her and Ella on top of everything else in her life. But coming here, and seeing Olivia for the first time in 25 years, made it almost impossible for her to turn away now.

There was no hiding the shaking as she signed her name on the papers.

Outside the office, Olivia sat there looking sane and proper, and when she saw Rachel, she was actually happy.

Rachel took her sister's hand. "I drove here from New York. I hope you're not prone to car sickness."

In the car, Olivia was surprisingly silent. Her eyes were more transfixed on the window, almost in marvel at all the places and roads and buildings she was looking at for the first time. There were no giant amber domes or scorched trees in this countryside. Everything seemed nice and alive. Even the skies weren't as gray and dark here as they were in the New York she knew.

"Do you mind if I ask…how did you meet Peter?"

"Peter?"

"Yeah, I mean he did a lot to find me and I haven't been an easy person to track down for the past couple of years. He must really care about you."

Olivia didn't know if she could tell Rachel everything about her past. She wasn't prepared for that. It was clear that this was a different world and anything she told Rachel wasn't going to sound very sane. She was already crazy enough.

"I was actually looking for him."

"Oh?"

"It was…" Olivia tried to think. "It was part of my job. One of my assignments was to look for him. I met him and then just as I was about to bring him to where I needed to…all of this happened. That's all I can remember really."

"He does seem like a nice guy."

Olivia went quiet. "I feel bad…"

"Don't worry," said Rachel. "He said he would keep in touch."

A couple of hours later, Olivia agreed to let Rachel take a detour. They arrived in a small town and parked near a church. They then hiked through a cemetery. It was Rachel who led the way. She immediately knew where to go.

And finally they stopped on top of a small hill surrounded by trees. It was almost as if the forest had overpowered the cemetery.

"Here."

She pointed over to the large marble gravestone. When Olivia walked over, she could see that the gravestone wasn't for one person…it was for two…

…and both names on the grave shared the same last name: Dunham.

Olivia kneeled down by the stone and looked over the dates. Both of her true parents had died when she was very young and was being raised in the other world without any awareness of her true circumstances. How could have lived this long without knowing the truth?

She turned her sights away from the grave and wept.

"Livia?"

Rachel placed a hand on her sister's shoulder.

Slightly above a whisper, Olivia spoke "It's my fault."

"No, it's not, Olivia. You know, mom always had faith that…wherever you were…you were still alive. She never gave up hope, not even when she was on her deathbed. Dad wasn't so strong. But that doesn't matter. You were only a little girl."

"But I don't know anything," said Olivia. "I don't even know if I was kidnapped or brainwashed. The past couple of days in that cell I haven't slept. I've had all of these conflicting memories torturing me. I don't even know who I am anymore."

Rachel wrapped her arms around her sister. "It's okay. You must've been through an awful lot. I wouldn't know what to ask you."

Olivia whispered, "I just wish I knew what to do now."

"Well," said Rachel. "I know the first thing we need to do is to get you out of those awful clothes. You're better than these hospital rags."

Once they got to New York, the first thing Rachel did was take Olivia shopping. Olivia had done some shopping with her 'mother' before…but not for colorful clothes.

In fact this may have been the first time in Olivia's life that she had ever worn pink.

And when they got to Rachel's apartment, Olivia got her hair trimmed.

"I dunno about this," said Olivia. "I've never had my hair this short before."

"Not even to your shoulders? Were you a hippie?"

"No, I just wasn't into styling my hair. My mother would braid it when I was younger but that was it…" She stopped herself. "Oh…I meant my…"

"Your other mom?" said Rachel. "It's okay, Liv. My daughter Ella, practically has two moms. There's me, her REAL mom, and then there's Greg's current woman or whoever he's screwing around with in Chicago right now."

"You mean, you two are divorced?"

Rachel nodded her. "Never married, though we talked about it a lot but we were both just reckless kids when he knocked me up in college. I ended up dropping out that semester, of course. Did you ever go?"

"No…," said Olivia. "I wanted to, but my…father…said he needed me to work on other things."

"You mean like a family business?"

"Something like that."

Rachel looked at the clock. "Perfect timing. You're looking good and Ella should be home from school any minute." She then headed to the front door of her townhouse to greet Ella as she was just being dropped off from school.

"Hi mommy."

"Ella, there's someone I want you to meet."

Olivia was standing by in the hallway watching them.

The little girl became intrigued. "Ella, this your Aunt Olivia. She's going to be staying with us."

"Really?" said Ella. She ran up to Olivia. "You do look like mommy. Are you two sisters?"

Olivia smiled and decided to play along with the child's curiosity. "Yes, I'm her older sister actually."

Ella looked suspicious. "How come I've never seen you before?"

Both Rachel and Olivia were speechless. And then Rachel's cell phone ring. "Ella, why don't you entertain your Aunt Liv for a bit."

The little girl was excited as she took Olivia's hand. "Come with me, Aunt Liv. I'll show you my room." And she led Olivia away.

Back at St. Claire's

A man approached Mr. Sumner's office and didn't bother to knock on the door.

"What's this about?" the director asked.

The man stood over him looking very threatening. "I'm looking for a patient of yours here, a woman named Olivia."

"And what business do you have with her?"

"I'm an uncle of hers, and I've come to take her home."

"That's not possible," Mr. Sumner said. "She was released from our facility this morning…by her sister."

The man put a blade to Mr. Sumner's throat. "Where can I find them?"

"That's…" Mr. Sumner panicked. "…classified."

"Pity."

In less than a second, Mr. Sumner's throat was slashed and he fell to the floor dead.

The man quickly go on Mr. Sumner's computer. While looking at the patient list, he was intrigued to find that one of the patients at this facility was one Walter Bishop and looked over his file. He then found Olivia's information and it said who released her but unfortunately no address.

It didn't matter though, he would find them soon enough.

Other World

"Message from Newton, Mr. Secretary."

The Secretary took the paper and read it.

'Olivia has been compromised. Claimed by relative. Awaiting orders.'

The Secretary began to fume with anger. Apparently his daughter must've known the truth or at least was on her way to knowing the truth. She was betraying her world…worse yet, betraying her own mother. This would surely crush Elizabeth's heart. For now he decided that she could not know.

"Tell Newton to find her," he said. "But do not act until I give the order."


Sorry, no Peter in this chap but the next one: I promise. And other characters will be coming into play. Tune in and see if P/O happens as well. ;)

In the meantime I will soon start a nonAU P/O fic. I know, right?