Building Trust

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(all of it). Read 'Levels of Grief' because there are a few things in here that are explained in the prequel.

Disclaimer: Seriously? If we, the fans, owned Fringe then Season 3 would have never happened(Olivia on the other side not the actual season)!

Peter could honestly say that the month after dealing with his biological father and Olivia's alternate was spent with more paperwork and notes and interrogations then he liked. They had Olivia do the interrogations as she knew which buttons to push and she did rather well, at one point the cool collected woman from the other side stood and tried to lunge at her but the restraints kept her from doing so.

If anything, Olivia found herself reliving the horrors of what happened between the woman and Peter, Peter had listened to a few of the interviews and what was described should have made Olivia want to kill the bitch but she sat quietly and said nothing, just taking notes. The things the alternate described were personal, such as sex, meals...dinners or dates they had...she had described them in detail so much that it made Peter vomit in the viewing room's garbage can.

At the end of the day though, Olivia returned home and into his arms, crying finally. He expected her to push him away and want nothing to do with him but the minute she was through the door and seeking him out...wanting to be held as she cried.

Then one day Peter walked into the bathroom and found Olivia getting out of the tub, her hair no longer red but blonde again and the bangs, now longer the before pushed aside...she looked like the Olivia he had known for two years, the one he had fallen in love with the first time around.

He took care of his business and took a shower before coming out to find Olivia in a suit, black with a white blouse. She looked different with no color on her but a good different...somehow he could look at her, even with blonde hair and just see HIS Olivia.

Peter noticed that most of her closet space, the small space she occupied had been cleaned out and replaced...no more pastels or reds, no more cargo pants and certainly no more boots. He smiled realizing his Olivia was back, as strange as it sounded having fallen in love with her new personality, it made him remember she wasn't all her...she had a part of the other and so it robbed him of having all of Olivia.

"So how did they do it?" He sat on the bed and looked at her, "how did they get rid of the personality?"

Olivia looked at him as she packed her laptop and pad, sticking the stylus on the side where it went. "Dr. Conroe helped me differentiate the memories and created a chemical barrier...I can access them but they can't access me...Peter if this..."

He shook his head and stood, placing his hands on her arms. "No baby, I love you Olivia and in someway...in many ways as I loved the new you, I wasn't given who you were completely and I felt a little bit like I was robbed. I fell in love with this, who you are now and I had to learn to love a new you, someone who was you but wasn't. I'm not going back, I'll just have to learn again and I'm willing." He cupped her cheek and kissed her head, "now, something tells me there will be no more public kisses or hugs or anything of that nature so when I see you again it'll be like it always was, behind closed doors."

She nodded, "thank you Peter, I love you as does the baby."

He bent down and kissed her belly through the white shirt, "Daddy loved you my little olive, protect Mommy while Daddy does to school...I'll read you a story tonight, I promise."

"She kicked and wants you to know that we'll both be okay."

While Peter left for MIT, Olivia headed to the Federal Detention Center where her alternate was. The guards checked her ID and scanned her finger print before she headed inside to the high-risk holding area.

The interrogation room was already set up and her alternate there, Broyles stood in the corner as he always did and was quiet. Walking in, Olivia sat down across the table from the red head and pulled out her stylus and flicked on her pad, finding the questions she would ask or try to ask today.

"Newton," she looked up, "did you assist in his suicide?"

The woman just stared at her and gave a small smirk, "hard isn't it...going back to something that screams 'no' to you but you have to because you can't bare to think you are me."

"Newton, did you assist in his suicide, yes or no?" She didn't play games or look intimidated, it wasn't who she was anymore. "Agent Broyles, do you mind stepping from the room so it can't be said you witnessed something illegal?"

Broyles said nothing, leaving the room and the door shut, Olivia placed the pad in her bag and set it aside. Taking her alternate's arm, she held it out and let her other hand be consumed by her pyrokinetic skills. Letting it linger a few inches over her alternate's arm, she eyed her...finding her scared.

"I'm not above it," she backed down and flexed her hand, the fire dying off before she sat down and retrieved her bag but knocked on the door for Broyles to enter. He did and she began her questioning again. "Did you or did you not assist Newton in his suicide?"

At the end of the day, four weeks after the capture, Olivia got more answers then she had even thought she'd ever get. The woman was terrified of her and her abilities, giving everything in order to live.

Olivia found Peter in the lab with Walter and Astrid, all were preparing to head home. She walked over to Peter and he flashed a small smile. "Hey, how'd it go?"

"We got everything we needed, a little threat with my pyrokinetic skills was just what she needed to spill everything she knew." She looked at him, "I have something for you."

"What could you possibly have for..." Peter was cut off by a kiss, a very passionate kiss and when Olivia pulled back she smiled. "Okay I thought..."

She nodded, "yes you thought, I hid my relationships with John and Lucas but I don't want to do that with you. I want to be able to hug you and kiss you in public, I want to hold your hand when we're in town...I still wear your ring so that's already a sign as will the baby when I begin to show."

Peter nodded, "okay, you ready to go home...the team left an hour ago and Walter is ready, Astrid is heading home too."

"Let's go home, you got story time tonight, you promised her a story and I found the perfect one: Goodnight Moon."

Olivia laid reading her book as Peter sat reading the book to the baby, she smiled as he neared the end and the baby kicked as she realized the end was coming.

"Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere." Peter closed the book and leaned down, Olivia was just starting to show a small bump but not by much. "Goodnight my little olive, sleep well baby girl."

"She wants another story." Olivia looked at him over her book.

"Hmm, well no more books...time for a little girl to go to bed so Mommy and Daddy can get some sleep too." He kissed Olivia's belly and then moved up to lay down beside her, Olivia closed her book and placed it on the nightstand, turning onto her side to look at Peter. "I love you."

"I love you too." She curled up against him and Peter kissed her head, running his fingers through her now blonde hair. "She asked to see you, I told her I would tell you and you can decide if you want to go but I did inform her not to hold her breathe waiting."

Peter sighed, "why does she want to see me?"

"I don't know, I wish I did but when I asked why she just said it was personal. From what I know, personal to her could range from the past to revenge...she's complicated."

"I'll go but I want you to go with me," Peter looked at her and Olivia tilted her head so he green eyes met his. "I want you to be there, watching the entire thing through viewing...no secrets and no lies...at least between us."

Olivia nodded, resting her head on his shoulder, "I'll go with you."

The next day Peter entered the interrogation room, Olivia's alternate sitting down at the table in restraints. He knew Olivia was watching the entire thing but acted as if he came alone.

"You asked for me Dunham, what do you want?" He stood by the wall away from him and she looked at him. "You have five minutes before I leave."

She chuckled, "same old Peter...things happened since I left and returned home. My life has been different..." she looked him in the eye, "I've been a mother...to your son. He's with my mother right now, only a few weeks old. I need to go home to him Peter, you may not want to return but I have to...for our son. His father is in another world and his mother isn't there for him."

He walked over and bent down, hands on the table. "You should have thought about YOUR son before you crossed over...the only way you'd return is dead. I can't help you and more importantly, I don't want to."

Peter turned and left, "he's your son...he has your eyes and your smile, his name is James...after my father. James Peter Bishop, he's six weeks old...he was born early and he needs me...our son needs me." She looked at Peter, "he's has your genetic illness, that's why we crossed over...to get the cure for him...he's dying Peter, our son is dying."

He stopped and turned to her, "how do I even know you're telling the truth...I have no proof. Besides, Walternate wanted me for one reason and one reason only...not for some kid that could or could not exist."

"James," she stood and looked at him, "James isn't a ploy Peter...he's our son. I told you the truth, it started out as a mission but became something more...I fell in love with you and when I had to leave because you found out the truth it hurt...but then I had James. He was the only piece of you I had left and I thought...maybe he'll come back with me, if he knew but when I saw you...I knew. You could never love me because its always her, it was always her and now you have a daughter who is...unique and special but just because you have her and that baby, does that mean letting my son die?"

The door opened and Olivia walked in, her alternate sat down as the door closed. Peter said nothing as Olivia walked over and looked at her, placing a piece of paper on the table. She removed a key from her pocket and undid the cuffs and restraints.

"Olivia..."

Olivia put up a hand and Peter walked into a shield, he pushed against it but had no avail as she turned back and continued. "This this going to hurt," she stood as her alternate did, "you're lucky my daughter can read minds and I saw the image of James through her. As a mother to a mother I understand and I can't allow him to die...especially Peter's son but if you ever return I will kill you and nothing will save you."

She nodded, "I understand."

Olivia handed her the paper, "this the chemical formula for the cure."

Alt-Livia looked at her, "I'm sorry for everything I did."

"Sorry doesn't fix things, not after what you did." She pulled her hand back, "this is going to hurt like hell so be prepared for it." She shoved her hand into her alternate's chest and a blue light engulfed her, making her disappear.

Olivia leaned back against the table and looked at the spot that her alternate had just stood.

"Olivia?" Peter looked at her and she looked at him, the shield fell and he walked to her. "Why?"

"Because I saw him...through our daughter. He's beautiful and he's all you...he doesn't deserve to die Peter because you're angry. She's biologically like me so that little boy is also biologically our son...I couldn't let him die, just like I know if it had been reversed, she wouldn't have either."

A/N: After a month at odds after this, Peter and Olivia make up.