Blood Bond

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2 and All of Season Three

Disclaimer: Do we really have to go over this? JJ Abrams owns it...not me.

Chapter 10 Song: Two Worlds by Phil Collins

The cry filled the room, Olivia let her breathing return to normal as they held up the baby. "Congratulations Mrs. Bishop, its a girl."

The thoughts in her head were that it had to be a boy, it just had to be a boy...a little version of Peter to help her and not the girl HE had wanted so badly. "Don't congratulate me...just don't."

"Do you want to hold her?" The nurse tried to hand her to Olivia but she shook her head.

"NO, no I don't want to hold her! I don't want her...he wanted her, he wanted a girl...no." She folded her arms and laid back, not allowing herself to take the baby from the nurse. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "he wanted a girl...it was supposed to be a boy."

The name 'Baby Girl Bishop' stared at her, as if a big neon sign and all Olivia wanted to do was curl up and cry. She had been strong for months, not for herself or Walter or her family but for the tiny life that had been growing inside her. The only piece left of the man she loved, the man she had also murdered to save two worlds.

Looking down at her wedding band, she ran her finger over it and reached up, wiping tears from her eyes. Inside the wedding band was a simple engraving that had been done on what would have been hers and Peter's six month anniversary: YOU BELONG WITH ME.

The door to her room opened and Nina walked in, walking to the tiny bassinette that held everything she couldn't handle at the moment.

"She's beautiful Olivia, you can see Peter in her nose and chin." Nina looked at her, "have you thought of a name?"

Olivia shook her head, "I don't know what he would want to name her."

The bond that had bound them for two months never seemed to fade, all she wanted was Peter and he wasn't there and her heart couldn't hold any room for the baby laying asleep next to her, it was already taken.

"Walter thought of the name Elizabeth, after Peter's mother."

Olivia nodded, "I thought about it, I don't know if I can do this Nina. I don't think I can take care of her only to loose her like I lost Peter...I don't even think I have any room to love her."

"Give it time Olivia, its only been ten months...right now you need to focus on your daughter. Peter would want you to hold her and love her...grasp onto any part of him that was left."

She looked at her hand and ran her finger over the band again, "he wanted a daughter...he wanted to teach her the piano. He wanted a little girl to treat like a princess, to love and care for...he has a daughter and he'll never know her. She'll never know him, how kind and gentle he was or how much he was willing to sacrifice to keep both worlds she's from safe."

Nina nodded, "I'll leave you two to bond, try to nurse her Olivia...it might help."

The door closed and Olivia looked at the baby, she was sleeping and oblivious to the world around her. So innocent and fragile and in need of guidance...guidance only a father could give.

Olivia began to remember parts of her life before the baby entered into the world. The day she found out that she was pregnant became like a haunted memory...their final hours had conceived the very child they were never supposed to have.

Olivia stood in her bathroom staring at the third test she'd taken today, then down at her trashcan where all you could see on the surface of the rubbish was white sprinkled with little pink pluses and threw down the test in her hand and it clattered with all the others in the bin.

This one stood out more though. The silver-gray screen printed with 8 bold couldn't attempt to deny the truth anymore. She sunk to the cold linoleum floor, head in her hands. Just as tears began to fall, her stomach churned. Olivia rolled over to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up the heaves stopped she placed her head carelessly on the rim of the toilet and closed her eyes, whispering one word, "Peter..."

The memory of that fateful night she wish she could forget, the night her world had literally ended...the night she shot her husband to save two worlds.

The look in his eyes, the darkness she saw... she pleaded both emotionally hoping he'd sense it but also with her eyes. He was Peter...the love of her life, her partner and best friend...her husband and she knew a part of him still existed...she just had to find it.

She knew she'd have time, she just had to find it...find some part of him to have him hold onto to get the syringe in him.

When he said she was nothing to him, ready to kill her, she knew he was lost because any part of Peter still left wouldn't allow her to get hurt...he'd fight to protect her.

The final blow, the moment he had pushed her into the cabinet like he had when it all began meant he was completely gone and lost. The man she loved, the husband she had vowed to be with just the day before, the only one she dreamed of being the father of her children...he was gone.

She got up and pulled her weapon as he started toward the machine, it was the moment they all knew was coming. She couldn't shoot him like an execution because she made a promise she'd be the last thing he saw and she'd be damned if he saw that machine in his last moments.

"Peter," she shouted and turned, for a second she thought she saw his blue eyes lighten and become the Peter she knew so well but it wasn't so...she knew that deep down. "I didn't want to have to do this," she didn't but she had to. "I love you Peter."

With that she took the shot, her eyes connecting with his and for the first time she felt relief like he knew moments before bullet hit he was free...then it was over because she felt the pain and knew he was dead. The bond they had, it was still there and part of her wanted it to kill her too. She felt the darkness surround her and she welcomed it...wanting to die if she could never be with Peter.

That night that had been their last, the night that should have been only theirs had been what brought her to that moment...that night had started out as just being about Peter and Olivia but ended with it just being Olivia and the baby.

Olivia was a little surprised at Peter force as he squeezed her thigh. She quickly grabbed his hand and his grip got back to the apartment and no sooner was the door closed than Peter had her against the wall.

His kissed were hot and urgent and it didn't take him long to find her sweet spot. Olivia did try think of why he already knew exactly where it was. She just melted in the bliss of his lips on her collarbone, and pulled them back up to meet 's eyes closed as her body shook underneath him. She hadn't felt that with anyone ever. No one had ever so completely blown her mind that way.

Peter collapsed next to her and she breathed heavily, trying to prolong the he wrapped his arms around her waist, she couldn't remember feeling anything so good in a long time.

She was at bliss, perfect bliss for the first time she could remember.

The world hadn't ended that day, the day they made to decision to treat what was happening like cancer. She wanted time, two weeks wasn't enough and to be honest it was the fact her alternate got two months so she should at least have more...however in the end she got only two months exactly as he didn't make it to the end of Feburary...just to the middle.

Olivia sat next to Peter's bed, holding his hand and waiting for his eyes to open. After Nina had explained the ultimatum to her, she didn't know what to do, but when Peter's eyes opened slowly, she knew.

Peter told her to just do it. Lock him away in his mind. Olivia knew if she did that she would get to see him still. Get to spend time with him. Maybe even get a little more than those two months. But she knew, even though she would get time with him, he would get no time with her. She'd rather them be together for a short while than to loose him to an eternal sleep now.

A bar fight, how them...their dates never went to plan. This she remembered all too well from before. In the end it was more about their bond, the need to defend and protect. Despite his beat down Peter told her now to get into it and even pushed her behind him. She was willing to let him handle it till the man tried to punch Peter again...no one would touch him and get away with it.

Olivia walked out of the bathroom and saw Peter take a swing at guy. The first thing that went through her mind was simply NOT AGAIN.

The guy decked Peter hard and she rushed over. It seamed like on a few seconds passed before she had them all on the floor and the owner was kicking them out.

Olivia and Peter laughed the entire way back to her apartment with occasional winces from Peter.

When they got back to the apartment, Olivia felt a little silly just sitting around in the showy blouse, but she could see that Peter liked it so she didn't change. She had to admit the attire brought out a little confidence in her, enough for her to playfully flirt with Peter as they played Poker.

"You're cheating," Peter laughed again after she'd won again after they'd already increased it to best 7 out of 10.

"I don't have to cheat," Olivia retorted playfully, "You're getting distracted all on your own."

"Well your not exactly helping my focus."

Olivia blushed. She loved the witty back and forth. She loved that he was flattering her, but as it often did, the thought of how often he'd already done this with HER.

Olivia hid it well and threw down her cards again, "I win."

That day fate had placed her hand to turn him away, the anger and pain had been too much but she'd never know that by turning him away she was turning away fate...giving them little time when they could have had more. That night sitting in the garden had began the anger and rage, she had thrown it in his face as if he meant nothing to her when she would always be his and he would always be hers.

She acted as if nothing was wrong but he still said nothing...acted as if nothing was wrong and it hurt. Finally when Barrett said he knew it wasn't Amanda because her eyes...that made her upset, the anger just boiled over.

She knew he'd try to find her and find her he did...when he tried to touch her shoulder she wanted to lean into it but she leaned away, not wanting to be touched by him. Peter had betrayed her, he should have known and he didn't.

"Olivia? Are you okay?" He sat down and she looked at him, it was if he didn't know. "What is it?"

That hurt, he didn't know what 'it' was? "You know what Barrett said? He said he looked into her eyes, and he knew it wasn't her."

"Olivia..."

He could try to explain it, she knew he was going to but she was so angry at that moment...so much part of her wanted to take him back to that world and leave him there without a way home. The other part, the huge part knew he didn't belong there because he belonged with her.

"I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me and about my life and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a little bit too much.

"But when I was over there, I thought about you. And you were just a figment of my imagination. But I held onto you, and it wasn't reasonable, and it wasn't logical, but I did it, so... why didn't you? She wasn't me. How could you not see that? Now she's everywhere." She felt as if everything wasn't hers...as if he wasn't hers anymore. "She's in my house, my job, my bed, and I don't want to wear my clothes anymore," she wanted to scream at him, demanding to know why he didn't know but all she could do was tell how she felt at that moment. "And I don't want to live in my apartment, and I don't want to be with you. She's taken everything."

She got up after that, barely hearing his admission of apology but she heard it and it made it worse because he sounded broken. It didn't matter, not anymore...

He was everything to her and she told him so on the other side, he belonged with her and her alone. She just realized it too late and then it would be nearly too late hours later.

Olivia walked into the apartment. She was happy to see Peter but afraid that she couldn't keep the act up for long. She spoke quickly then grabbed the nearest thing and smashed it over Charlie's head.

"Peter, its me," Olivia said breathily.

"Thanks, I think I just figured that out."

Olivia and Peter stood over the blue prints of the machine with the picture from the observer laid out next to them. Peter spoke of all the things that Walternate had told him, of all the things that he was so prepared to do, but knew he'd regret as soon as she walked through the door.

"… But his bringing me back was never about fixing this universe," Peter said solemnly, meeting Olivia's eyes, "It was about destroying yours."

"I'm sorry," Olivia said, putting it out there.

Peter took a deep breath. It had been the elephant in the room, but they couldn't avoid it forever, "How long did you know?"

"A few weeks," Olivia said. She started to speak quickly looking for the words that would change the look of betrayal on Peter's face.

A silence fell between them as Peter stared at the picture.

"Peter," Olivia began, "You don't belong here."

"No I don't belong here," Peter said wraspily. A hint of a smile balanced on Olivia's lips, "But I don't belong there either," Peter said with conviction.

Olivia's face turned almost harsh. She couldn't let him make this decision, "Yes you do," she whispered. She took a step closer to Peter and said the thing she knew she had to say. The thing she was most afraid of, but nothing else would work, "I have thought of a hundred reasons… why you should come back. To… to fight the shape shifters, to take care of Walter, to...to save the world. But in the end… you have to come back…" Tears started to threaten Olivia's eyes, but she held them back, "because you belong with me."

Olivia stepped tentatively towards him, then reached up and put her hand on his neck. Their lips touched for the first time and what just a few hours later, almost became their last.

Their first date had been a disaster too...she realized that if she had told him that night he probably wouldn't have ran but stayed. That night had been what lead to his death and in the end it had been her fault.

She was giddy...that was the only way to describe it, she had taken a bath and washed her hair as soon as she got home. Peter had asked if she wanted to go get a drink and she thought about it for only a nanosecond, playing it off as a 'sure why not, we saved the universe after all' but inside she was like a gawking teenage girl being asked on her first date.

Olivia stood in front of her closet for what seemed like hours before finally deciding on jeans and a black top with boots and a jacket. She did her hair but at the last second undid it knowing how much Peter liked it down and if she kissed him he could put his hands through it.

The entire ride she was smiling, couldn't take it off her face and as she waited on the porch she was jumping in place almost literally.

Seeing Peter's smiling face when he opened the door was perfect. "Hey."

"Hey."

She barely heard him as he spoke, her emotions getting the better of her and it was there, the same Goddamn glimmer that had surrounded the building and she knew...

Peter was from the other side.

And her world came crashing down at that moment.

Walter asked her not to tell Peter and immediately as Peter came down the stairs Astrid came in so she grabbed her phone and acted like a call had come through. "Yeah Rachel I'll be right there, okay bye...not its fine, I was just finishing up." She hung up and looked at Peter, shrugging and putting on a fake smile.

"Rachel, is everything all right?"

"Yeah, Ella needs her meds and Rachel forgot, she figured with my badge I could get it before the pharmacy closed. We'll reschedule...I'm sorry Peter."

He waved her, "no go but tell the little princess not to get sick again, Dunham women when they're sick are insanely cranky."

She let the comment slide and left, breaking down only in the car. The man she was falling for was from another universe.

He was always by her side, even when he didn't have to be. Helping her, loving her...being her rock in the storm of their lives. The day he had walked into the hospital room with flowers, trying to help her...she knew without a doubt she'd fallen for Peter Bishop. A year before she'd met him trying to save her lover's life and at that moment she longed to be in his arms.

She sat trying to compartmentalize what had happened, she knew the facts but trying to figure out why the nurse was after her...what information she had.

Peter, her ever loyal partner and friend, showed up with flowers and for a moment she considered telling him yellow was the color she hated more then anything but the gesture was sweet so she refrained.

As much as she'd have liked it to be a social visit, she couldn't let it be when she was just attacked.

"So who was she?"

He walked around the bed as he spoke, "Walter thinks that she was a shape-changing soldier from another universe. He thinks that might be where you went. Hmm. Do you think it's a bad sign that I can say that out loud and neither one of us thinks I'm crazy?"

His last comment made her chuckle, "She thought I knew where something was hidden."

Like always, he read her so well and reassured her. "No matter what happened to you, and no matter where you went, Walter will figure it out." He looked at her with a look of concern for a moment and sat on the bed. "Olivia, I need to ask you something."

"Sure."

"Einai kalytero anthropo apo ton patera toy. You said that to me just after you woke up. Do you remember it?" He spoke those words with perfect speech, even her memory wasn't that good so he must have known it by heart.

"No. Latin?"

"Mm-mm. Greek. My mother used to say that to me every night before I went to bed."

That made her laugh and looked at him with a smile, "There really isn't a point where things just can't get weirder, is there? What does it mean?"

"It means 'be a better man than your father'. Walter was already gone. It was like a code between my mother and me. It meant keep your people close. Take care of the people you care about."

He lived up to his mother's expectations because he took care of everyone, even those he didn't know. The first few days he met her he took good care of her the best way a stranger could and from that moment he'd been her friend and her most trusted partner.

"Well you're good at that."

The smile that lit his face made her smile, his eyes shone brightly and for once he was genuinely happy...she could tell. "It's good to see you again Olivia Dunham."

"It's good to see you too." She actually meant that and let her smile continue till the nurse interrupted.

Olivia Dunham had seen the picture in the file, read his file, memorized it so if she had to blackmail him she could. She noticed his smile at first and then his eyes, like almost instantly the world around her ceased...he made her feel safe and he was a stranger. Unknown that the day she pleaded for a man's life, the man she pleaded to would be the love of her life and the man who stole her heart completely...taking it all away with his death.

Seeing him, she rushed over. "Peter Bishop, Olivia Dunham." He took her hand without a reason to, " I'm with the FBI."

His face changed, no longer as smile. "Okay."

"You've heard of Flight 627."

He nodded, "The Hamburg flight, of course."

"You may be able to help us with that."

She didn't show it but his laughter gave a sort of unexpected warmth, he started forward as she backed up to meet him. "No, I think you've got the wrong guy."

"Your father is Walter Bishop."

Oh, she struck a nerve, she saw it even as he didn't look away. "The last time somebody asked me that it was an accusation."

For some strange reason, she couldn't keep a smile off her face as she spoke. "Well, he's the man we're looking to speak with, but due to his current status, you're the only one who can provide us access."

He got pissed of very quickly, "And what possible help could that man be to you? And what is it exactly that you're expecting me to do? Hop on a plane with you back to Massachusetts? I just got here honey."

"I can have you on a return flight here in four days, but first..."

"Let me save you the time. I'd rather stay here in Iraq. That's how much I want to see my father."

He walked away, she had asked nicely and now she had to beg. "I'm going to beg you as one human being to another. Your father may be able to save someone who is dying. Someone I care about very much."

His eyes changed, Peter Bishop's eyes changed and she saw the empathy he had. His voice became soft as he spoke to her and she still felt that sense of safety around her as he did. "Sweetheart, we all care about someone who is dying. I can't help you, I'm sorry."

That pissed her off, she had asked, begged and now she had to resort to blackmail. What exactly was it about Peter Bishop that made her feel safer then John ever could...now she was having to blackmail him.

"I know why you're here. I have your file."

He chuckled, obviously amused but asked anyways. "What file?"

He walked to her as she talked and that protection became more and more, she felt like a bomb could hit her and it wouldn't hurt her...as long as he was there. "The one the FBI would say doesn't exist. And it has everything. Where you've been, what you're running from. And what you need while you're here. So, either you come with me, or I let certain people know your whereabouts." He looked around the room trying to find enemies but she knew he'd find none.

His charming yet frustrated smile emerged again. "When do we leave?"

The sounds of crying brought her out of memories she both wanted to escape and dwell in. But Olivia knew she couldn't live in the world of the past forever. She could ask Walter to send her back in time, hell she could even have Massive Dynamic do it and it would probably be less dangerous, but it wouldn't bring Peter back in the end.

And all she would truly end up doing was leaving her child with no parents at all, alone in the world.

Olivia looked over at the crying baby in the bassinet. She simply stared at it through the plastic walls for a moment, then reached tentatively. She couldn't quite reach the inside from the bed so she grasped the edge of the bassinet and wheeled it beside her. She looked down at the baby and ran her finger lightly along the child's cheeks. She could see it. She had Peter's nose and her own thin lips, and as the baby opened its eyes she could see what she feared and needed most.

She stared into Peter's eyes once again. Deep, blue, and sincere, her final connection to Peter. Looking in her child's eyes, Peter's eyes, the emptiness that was in her nerves for so long seemed a little less heavy. She hadn't lost him, not completely. Olivia was a little more comforted that she'd be able to look into Peter's eyes every day of her life. She wouldn't have to be alone.

She picked up the baby out of the bassinet and the crying quieted. She could feel tears threatening the edge of her eyes and a similar look on her features to the night she'd found Peter on the other side.

She chose the name not because she liked it and not because it was cute, but because it could remind her of everything Peter was without reminding her of her.

"Livia," Olivia whispered, "Livia Sweetheart Bishop. It's the name your father would have wanted."

Written By: FD2008 and Caithrine

A/N: And we're done...we made a challenge for ourselves to post within the hour before Fringe comes on and we finished at 7:35 pm CT.