Chapter 9:

She had barely managed to get any sleep. Tossing and turning, incredibly frustrated by the day's events. Peter couldn't remember her. She should have been grateful he was conscious, that he knew who he was but not remembering the last three years was devastating to her. How could he not remember her?

She stared at the clock, her eyes wide but her body exhausted. Each minute felt like another hour passing. The night seemed as though it would never end. She rolled over, reached for her phone. She wasn't sure what she was expecting. There were no missed calls, no messages. Astrid would be arriving anytime now in New York to talk with Nina. She doubted Nina would be here much before sunrise. Olivia rolled onto her back, a heavy sigh falling past her lips. Her bed felt so incredibly empty without Peter. She wondered if he would ever remember her, ever remember what they shared, the love they both felt.

She wiped a few stray tears and shut her eyes tight. She was not going to cry. She was not going to break down. She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow for a long moment as she regained her strength and tried again to fall asleep.

Eventually she fell asleep. She didn't get more than a few hours before the sun came up and she heard her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Immediately she sat up, reaching for it, "Dunham," she answered without so much as looking at the caller ID.

"I hope I'm not waking you," Astrid spoke up, "but I've got Nina Sharp at the hospital and I think you should get here right away."

"I'm on my way." Olivia answered hanging up the phone as she rushed to the dresser to pull on a fresh change of clothes. She took less than five minutes getting ready, forgoing coffee though she desperately needed it. She made her way to the hospital, parking the car and rushing inside to the elevator. She was impatient, hitting the button to go up repeatedly.

"Olivia!" She heard Astrid's voice and spun around on her heels finding Astrid handing her a cup of coffee. "Thought you might want one when you arrived." She smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Astrid." Olivia nodded taking the coffee and turning around as she heard the elevator doors ding. They stepped in and Olivia sipped her drink, grateful for the morning wakeup. "So you spoke with Nina?"

Astrid nodded adamantly, "yes she's upstairs with Peter right now."

"And?" Olivia felt as though she were sitting on the edge of her seat wanting to know what was going on.

Astrid merely shrugged, "she has some questions for you, since you were the last one with him when this happened. She has a few theories though."

Olivia nodded, "good then maybe she knows how to reverse it – fix whatever is going on with Peter and help him remember everything he's forgotten."

Astrid sighed and as the elevator doors opened they stepped out. She reached for Olivia grabbing her arm gently, stopping her. "Are you sure you want him to remember everything?"

"Of course I'm sure! I can't live my life with him not remembering me. It's – there won't be any wedding with the way things are heading."

Astrid frowned, "that isn't what I meant. I know you, Olivia. I saw what was going on the last few months. Every time he would speak about the future, the look on your face. It's like you were missing out and I don't know, maybe this is his minds way of purging the memories."

Olivia shook her head. "I would have taken him with all those memories in marriage, I didn't care." It wasn't entirely the truth, it did bother her and she did care but this was not what she wanted or wished for. She shrugged her way out of Astrid's grip, "I have to see him, I need to speak with Nina." She glanced at Astrid, "you should go home. You need some sleep."

Astrid nodded, "thanks Olivia." She followed Olivia to Peter's room, attempting to get Walter to come with her.

Olivia watched as Nina glanced over Peter's file. "Morning," Nina smiled trying to be cheerful considering the circumstances.

Olivia nodded slowly, "find anything?" She always did get right to business. Olivia sipped her coffee her eyes falling on Peter. He looked – angry, mad? She couldn't tell. It was obvious he hadn't slept much either. The dark circles beneath his eyes were a pretty large indicator of his lack of sleep.

Nina didn't give any indication either way. "How'd you sleep?" She asked Peter.

"You're not a doctor," he glanced at Olivia, "what's going on?"

Nina sighed, "I already told you who I am. I'm here to help you, Peter. Now if you could just answer a few questions it might help us understand your condition and what is going on."

Peter huffed before finally answering, "didn't sleep much. Had some weird dreams but that was it."

"Weird dreams?" Nina asked raising a curious eye. She knew enough of Fringe Division to know that if he was in fact regaining any memories he may find them strange dreams if he couldn't piece it together yet.

"Nothing made sense." Peter shook his head. "Besides I'm fine now. Just a little confused. Can I please go home?"

Olivia spoke up, "and where might that be, Peter? Do you remember where you live?"

Peter smiled smugly, "no but I was hoping you'd be kind enough to drive me there." He knew how to work his charm.

Nina ignored their conversation, "Peter tell me the last memory you have. What is the last thing you remember?"

He sighed, "I was in Iraq making a deal with two businessmen. Then I woke up here."

Nina glanced at Olivia, "Iraq is where you two met, correct?"

Olivia nodded slowly, "yeah sure but I don't see how that's relevant."

Nina didn't answer her question. "Peter, tell me about the dreams you had."

Peter sighed, "I barely remember them and they don't make much sense. Besides if they were my memories wouldn't I feel déjà vu or something? Shouldn't I know what they are?"

Nina shook her head, "it doesn't always work like that."

Peter shrugged, "I saw Olivia there," he nodded towards her, "but she looked – different."

"Different, how?" Nina asked.

Peter sighed, "the way she dressed, her hair, the look in her eyes. I don't know. It doesn't make sense. I can't remember anything but the details."

Nina nodded slowly glancing at Olivia, keeping her voice down so only Olivia could hear her. "I take it he's remembering your double?" Olivia merely nodded, having another sip of coffee. Nina held up a finger, "give us a moment." Nina told Peter, leading Olivia out of the room and outside so they could speak a little more privately. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened, the moment before he had a seizure."

Olivia shook her head, "I don't know. We were talking and then we kissed. I – there was this weird feeling. I can't quite explain it. I probably sound crazy but I felt a sizzle when our lips touched, like a spark." She tried to elaborate. "The moment it happened, he collapsed and I called 911."

Nina didn't give any indication of what she was thinking. "What were you both talking about?"

"Does it matter?" Olivia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. She didn't really want to tell Nina about her private conversation with Peter.

"It might," Nina shrugged.

Olivia sighed, "we were talking about our engagement and a wedding. I may have brought up the fact we don't usually talk about it because he's lived it once and I wasn't sure what he wanted."

Nina nodded slowly, her face an obvious expression of her thinking what was said over, "did you by any chance wish he didn't remember the future events that were experienced?"

Olivia shook her head, "I don't remember. I may have?" She couldn't recall much right now. She didn't get enough sleep, her head felt a mess and her heart was aching.

"Is it possible you may have inadvertently used your ability to make Peter forget?"

"What?" Olivia's eyes widened. "No. Absolutely not. No way." She was adamant that it wasn't her fault. "I didn't do this. I couldn't have. I don't know how it even works let alone how to do any part of whatever it is that I can do."

Nina gently touched Olivia's arm, leading her towards a large window, away from any listening ears as Olivia had gotten a bit louder at her instance. "I'm not saying you did this on purpose," Nina clarified, "but Astrid told me you hadn't been happy lately."

"That's not true." Olivia frowned, her eyes narrowing as she shook her head. "I love Peter, we were planning a wedding."

Nina sighed, "I didn't mean to offend you in any way and I hope I'm wrong about my diagnosis of what is going on here but if I'm not, you have the power to fix him. Maybe – either way, you have the power to heal, Peter Bishop."

Olivia sighed, "even if I could, I wouldn't know how."

Nina shrugged, "you managed to cross over and help him when he was on the other side. I think you are capable more than you give yourself credit for. I think you're just afraid of using your abilities. Afraid of what they could mean, of what could happen."

She wasn't sure whether to argue that she wasn't afraid or that clearly there was obvious reason to be after what happened with Peter. Instead she didn't answer for a long moment, considering her options, "what do I need to do?"