sorry for the long delay. tech week puts a damper on alot of things for :( but here is the next chaoter. Short, i know, but still wonderful (i like to think so). again i want to thank you all for the LOEVERLY reviews i got. every comment means something to me!

Anya gets a chane to explain herself.

i own the typos.


"Tell me about the man you killed."

She says this casually, warmly as she is adjusting wires on Anya's skin. Tiny probing plates are on her temples and chest and ares and anywhere else Walter could have stuck them. She's just sitting there calmly, as if this were the kind of thing that occurred everyday.

"I killed a lot of men."

"You killed shapeshifters. But you said you killed a man as well."

"Oh. Right."

Anya turns her face to look at Olivia and Olivia smiles at the pretty girl, encouraging her to go on. Anya's golden eyes are misty and she smiles back at her, the smile not touching the cool overtone that her eyes have as she speaks.

"It was a long time ago."


Olivia has caught Peter looking at them once. The thoughts in his eyes are unreadable and unbearable so she steers away from them whenever they are near. Her eyes will look at everything but his face because she can't deal with him. Not now. Everything is at stake.

"He's watching you," Anya says one day and Olivia tenses, her face turning upward.

"He always does."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

Olivia knows that Anya can tell she is lying, but Anya doesn't push it and for the first time she is uncomfortable that she won't ask questions. Olivia goes back to adjust a monitor so she can red it while Anya stares off at a wall.

"The man I killed," she says and Olivia turns to listen. She hasn't given her any details about him but she is willing to know. Olivia's mind is choking her because she doesn't know.

"I loved him."


"Olivia."

His voice sneers on her name and Olivia is forced to grit her teeth and turn her head. What she sees shocks her. He is glaring at her, daggering eyes and squared shoulders, and she grits her teeth and lets her nostrils flare. Today he is particularly irritable and he also is holding in his hands a set of keys.

"Anya is down at the police station," he says, "She was found in an alley."

"What happened to her?"

"She beat someone up."

Olivia looks shocked for a moment and then her brow furrows, but she shrugs it off, striding to the door in large limitless steps that make her feel as if she could fly right past him. She hears his and catches the door and the sound of his leather soles jogging to meet up with her, but her pace does not falter. She breaks into the cold Boston air and immediately everything is too close to her and she feels like she needs to run from him. But she is suddenly falling falling falling until the warmth of two arms catch her and right her again.

He doesn't say anything but sets her back up again before continuing to the SUV without a second glance. Her skin is burning from his touch and she rubs her arm to numb it, but nothing comes from that and she looks at his retreating form. Could she forgive herself long enough to grant them both happiness? She shakes her head.

He has long since moved on.


"He loved me too."

Anya says this casually as she's all hooked up to wires. Walter is bustling around the stark white room and checking monitor after monitor while Peter sits in the corner, brooding in his own self-created shadow. Olivia looks at her but she stares up at the ceiling with unmoving gold eyes.

"I was gone, for a long time. Months. He never knew," she says, "Never questioned what happened. He thought that I had just up and left. But I loved him. I wouldn't leave him. I'd never leave him. So when I came home, I was surprised to see him happily living with my sister. My older sister. "

Peter has looked up somewhere in the story and Olivia caught him looking at her once before she looked back to Anya as she still stares at the roof.

"I shot him."

She looks over at Olivia and there re her eyes, so golden and clear and so empty that it should be frightening.

"The worst part is that I don't feel anything. I'm so cold. I'll never feel anything again. I kept it all inside me and look at me now. I'm crazy. Insane."

"You're not that bad off," Olivia says, but Anya smiles and shakes her head.

"You don't know the half of it."

Peter snorts out a laugh and Anya looks over at him, Olivia joining the look. His eyes soften and stare at her before looking away. Anya looks back Olivia with a rueful smirk.

"Maybe I was wrong."


Olivia Dunham is scared.

The cold is getting to her and she wonders if she isn't getting sick all over again. Walter is constantly with them, Anya and her, and is running tests left and right. Anya is there for comfort, but she too is cold and Olivia is freezing. Peter is the only sunshine she had ever found and he is gone. Far far away.

Even he is cold to her.

There's a moment that day in the Massive Dynamic building where she was so cold, all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and breath in his summery scent. He stands down the hall from Anya's room and is leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling. But he is too far away to offer up his warmth to her freezing skin. Instead she swallows down her shiver and turns the other way.

But her actions don't go unwatched for Nina has seen the freezing space between them. She smiles at Olivia gently, as if she were to smile to big Olivia would scatter away. Olivia brushes past her bringing along her icy crystals as she head for the elevator and presses the button. Her freezing temperatures will fog up the steel, just like it fogs her mirror.

Olivia doesn't know who she is anymore.


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