J: Justice

Disclaimer: Don't own Fringe...Peter would be in existence if I did.

Spoilers: All Seasons

Justice was everything Olivia believed in, it was her moral code and what she lived by. However, justice couldn't stop what happened that day nor could she even begin to think of justice after what her father-in-law had done.

She only thought of murdering the bastard, of taking him from existence and torturing him till he could no longer do nothing but beg for mercy. Her darker side showed that day that he stole her baby girl from her.

Alyson was perfect, she was a bright and perceptive six year old who saw the world as either black or white, good or bad...nothing was grey. That was the way a six year old thought, she was innocent and everything to Olivia and Peter.

Alyson could bring laughter during tears, make cases seem non important and bring the sunshine out in the darkest of individuals...she was empathic and loved everything, trying to better the world in her own special way.

With brown curls that fell to her shoulders and bright green eyes, she was a beautiful mixture of them. It was like every other day, a visit to the park and ice cream or that had been the plan. However Olivia failed to realize that she had been followed so when she turned to talk to Peter they only caught the last few seconds of their precious daughter's life.

"Grandpa!" Alyson's voice made them turn and saw her run towards a man in a trench coat, they knew immediately who it was and took off towards her, Olivia had her gun drawn ready to take out the bastard but he pulled a gun too.

"Alyson!" Both she and Peter yelled at the same time as the gun went off and struck their beautiful daughter in the chest...through the heart and she died in that instant.

Olivia forgot the bastard and fell to the ground, gathering her daughter into her arms. "No, please no!" She sobbed and looked up as Peter took down the bastard, their beautiful daughter in her arms dead and lifeless...she had thought Walternate was Walter and what was more tragic was that he had shot his own granddaughter.

The word justice left Olivia's mind and she gently laid Alyson down, kissing her head and closed her eyes before picking up her gun and pointed it at the bastard. He looked up at her with a grin, "go ahead Agent Dunham, pull the trigger...I only stole what was stolen so long ago."

"You bastard, she was my child...she was my only child."

"Olivia no!" Peter put a hand out and looked at her, "don't do this...we have methods but this isn't you, you don't seek revenge."

"He killed our daughter in cold blood...how does Alyson get justice?"

Peter looked at her, "by her mother doing what has to be done and not taking revenge...you aren't like this, Alyson's mother never was one for revenge even after being tortured."

Olivia lowered the weapon, he was right...Alyson's justice wouldn't come in revenge. She was justice and Peter was revenge, the opposite of each other but the equalization of the equation. They took Walternate away and from what she understood, Peter watched the interrogation which was in truth more torture than questioning. After all, Alyson was family to the entire FBI.

When they executed him for multiple counts of murder with no trial, the victims were listed but the first was Alyson's...that day Olivia learned that revenge was easier but justice was worth more.

A/N: It was a little dark but I wanted something to show that Olivia could become dangerous and drawn towards revenge if something occured to her. Next is K for Killing Spree, they deal with the shapeshifters.