They burst through the boarded up doors and windows and the team swarmed in. They were welcome with an eerie silence and emptiness but swiftly searched all the rooms.

The Secretary entered the boarded up home just as Agent Lee gave him the news. "Nothing. We must've missed them."

"So somehow they knew we were coming," Walternate said. "No matter. We'll be able to track them again soon enough".

...

Peter and Olivia were quietly traveling through the wasted land, each had a baby in tow. They were careful to not leave their tracks behind. Peter checked the map. They were near the state border into Connecticut but even so, they were never going to make it to Boston on foot. A car junkyard lied just in the outer realm of the blight zone and Peter took advantage of its desertedness to look around as Olivia was tending to the twins. "Peter, I don't think you're going to have any luck finding a working car, let alone one that's in one-piece."

"You underestimate my restoration abilities, Olivia," he said. "Besides, they're going to be catching up to us if we don't do something." Within an hour, Peter managed to find a workable car that only needed minor repairs, and a transfer of enough gas to make the trip to Boston as well as some baby car seats to put in the back. "Get in," he said. Olivia got the twins settled in the back as Peter was trying to hot-wire the car. There was success as the engine was starting but Peter suddenly came upon a problem. "Dammit!"

"What's wrong?"

"The engine's on, but the controls won't activate without those damn cards."

"You mean the 'Show-Me's'?"

"Yeah."

Peter struggled with the controls but they wouldn't budge. Suddenly the lights in the car began to blink on and the twins were giggling. The parents looked back at them. "Did they really do that?"

"No time to wonder about that," said Peter as he finally able to move the gear shift. They managed to pull out of the lot and got on the road but they had to be cautious as it was only a matter of time.

...

Walternate had gotten another call from Agent Farnsworth. A minor amount of Fringe activity from an abandoned car lot. When he and the Fringe team got there, there were car tracks leading out of the lot.

...

They heard the sirens and Peter knew there was trouble. "We can't pull over," said Olivia.

"Not a chance." Peter pushed on the gas and the car sped up with the police car close behind. Then he did something, no one expected. He swerved the car off the road down a hill but was careful not to flip the car over as he was doing so. The babies were bouncing about in the back seat crying. "Just hold on," cried Peter. He made several more swerving maneuvers until the police car was stuck in a ditch and Peter was able to sped away quickly.

They ran out of gas just as they got on the campus forcing them to run the whole way, with the babies, towards the Kresge building. More sirens could be heard approaching as they hurried to the basement floor where the lab was. Peter needed to work off his skill fast to get the doors opened quick and as soon as he located the tank, he threw the doors opened and started prepping.

"How are we going to do this?" asked Olivia.

"One at a time," said Peter. "You go first and take Anna."

"But how will you get back? You don't have Cortexiphan, Peter."

"We'll just have to hope," he said. "The babies won't go back to the other side without us. Junior will find a way to help me." As soon as the tank was filled Peter could hear noises from above. "Go! There isn't time!"

But before Olivia could enter the tank she gently pulled Peter aside and they kissed. She held Junior's little hand and Olivia had only one request for Peter "bring him home." She carefully step foot into the tank with Anna in her arms until they were floating. Olivia closed her eyes trying to drown out the crying of the babies and the banging of the door, focusing all her efforts on crossing over...

"Walter, do you hear something?"

"Not now, Hagrid."

"Shh!" Astrid froze and began hearing that echoey wail that even Gene couldn't produce. Her feet move as she tried to get closer and closer to the sound, suddenly leading her towards the tank. Without warning, the tank doors opened and lying there in the water was Olivia, holding onto her baby daughter. Astrid and Walter had a stunned moment of silence and then quickly helped to get Olivia and the baby out.

Olivia was still in a daze as Astrid was drying her. "Peter," she cried. "He's supposed to come!"

"I'm afraid that's not possible," said Walter.

"But the baby. He said that Junior would be able to pull him back."

"Olivia, that's incredibly dangerous. The child would be exhausted of energy to pull a full grown adult back with him that doesn't have Cortexiphan!"

They desperately waited for at least another minute as their eyes turned towards the tank. Suddenly, an arm was reaching out of the tank but then fell limp.

"Peter!"

Walter and Astrid could see Peter floating in the water with Junior but the water was stained with blood. When they were pulled out, it was discovered that the blood was coming from Peter's shoulder. "Bastard shot me," he moaned. Junior was looking pale. "Oh god," said Walter.

Olivia rushed over to Peter and Junior. "What's wrong with him, Walter?"

"I told you, crossing back over with Peter was too much for him."

"No," she cried. She scooped Junior into her arms. "Don't worry, you're going to be okay."

Walter rushed to fill a syringe and injected it into Junior's arm. Suddenly he started wailing and the color was slowly coming back to his face. "That's a good sign," said Walter. "Now let's do something about my son's bullet-wound."

...

Peter was taken to the hospital where he remained conscious all throughout as the bullet was taken out and he was treated. "How are you doing, Peter?" asked Olivia as she came into the hospital room.

"Pretty good for getting shot by my dad's soldiers. Is Junior okay?"

"He's going to be okay. It took a lot out of him to bring you back with him. But I don't think he would've ever left without you."

"Where are they now?"

"Walter took them back to the house. He said he has a surprise for us there." Olivia drove them both to the Bishop house. They entered the living room to find some of Olivia's things there. "Oh, Olivia you had been gone for so long," said Walter. "They took the stuff out of your apartment and put it in storage. Some is with your sister, and the rest I volunteered to keep here. I figure you would need your essentials as soon as you got back."

Olivia wasn't sure she wanted to know what Walter meant by essentials. "Um, thank you."

Peter said, "Olivia said you have a surprise for us, Walter."

"Upstairs!" Walter led them up to the bedroom that was next to Peter's, one that Walter often used to store Peter's old toys and books, and opened the door. "Surprise!"

The junk which consumed the room had now been cleared away and now only a few pieces of furniture remained, painted in many bold colors and adorned with stuff animals. In the center were two baby cribs. Anna was in one and Junior was in the other. Both were standing up and reaching out happily for their parents.

Peter was speechless. "Walter...what the hell?"

"Astrid and I set it up for you while you went to the other side."

"It's beautiful Walter," said Olivia. But then Peter realized something. "Walter, you know you really shouldn't have done this. Olivia and I...were not exactly sure what we plan to do about..."

"It's okay, Peter," she said. "I don't really have a place for them right now since I lost my apartment. Plus Walter has been good with Junior. So they're better to stay here."

"But what about you?" asked Peter.

"Spend the night!" said Walter. "Your clothing and undergarments are here!"

Peter groaned but Olivia said "it's okay. I'll stay for now."

Nighttime came and she tucked the twins in for their first night together back in this world as a family. Peter came in and said "I cleaned my room up for you...so you can have the bed."

But Olivia led him out of the babies' room and to his bedroom. They sat down on the bed and she told him "we can make this work."

Peter never left her that night or any night since.

NOT THE END OF THE FIC! I mean, I could easily end it here if I wanted to. But it took me some time to think where I could take this story and then a few days ago, I came up with something genius. So this story is going to continue, probably in a few days since I got nothing else to do.