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RECAP:

I'm just waiting for this all to be over, for my life to go back to normal. But I get the nagging feeling that it'll be a while until I see Santa Barbara again.

"Shawn, I want you to try to turn on this lightbulb." Walter set the bulb in front of him on the table. He pulled up a folding chair and took a seat, waiting in anticipation.

"What? No, I can't do that," Shawn spoke dubiously.

"Yes, you can, Shawn," Walter spoke with a certain excited gleam in his eyes, "You've done it before on a much larger scale."

"That was an accident. And I was taking energy, not giving it." Shawn was aware of the undivided attention he had gained from the room- while they all pretended to be carrying out their normal activities, they were pausing to watch much to often to actually be accomplishing anything.

"Accident or not, Shawn, we need to test the full extent of your gifts," Peter explained, "It'll help us figure out how long you've had these abilities, which may also help us figure out when Jones triggered them."

"Okay." Shawn said in a it's-your-fault-if-this-doesn't-work voice. He stared down the lightbulb, waiting with bated breath to see any change.

After a few seconds, Shawn broke the awkward silence.

"What's it supposed to d-?" He was cut off in surprise mid-word as the lightbulb began to buzz, as if an electric current running to it had been flipped on. It grew a hazy glow, which seemed to grow until Shawn had to close his eyes to avoid getting them seared. He heard a loud pop, and slowly opened them to see the lightbulb laying on its spot at the table, nothing more than a broken pile of glass and a red-hot tangle of wire.

Now, the Fringe team has obviously seen some stuff in their line of work, but even they seemed a bit impressed by this latest stunt.

"Did I- Did I do that?" Shawn asked, confused. Rather than the adrenaline rush he had felt the first time he used his powers, he felt oddly tired. Strange, given the fact that he just confirmed for about the 5th time that week that he had superpowers.

"It appears you did."

Olivia, who had also been watching with scrutiny, suddenly jumped from her seat, heading straight for the door. Peter and Astrid exchanged a look, and he went out after her.

"Olivia, what's wrong?"

"We have a new mission," She said, holding up the phone to show Peter that Broyles had just messaged her.

"They want us to find Jones and bring him in," She laughed humourlessly, leaning her head back against the wall.

"I don't want him to turn out like the others," she said quietly, closing her eyes.

Peter didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue, "He has a life, a family, friends. Most of the other Cortexiphan kids didn't have any of that. I just don't want to mess this up- get him killed, or-" she finally opened her eyes, shaking her head.

"Did you see what he just did? That guy can handle himself," Peter tried to reassure her, but even he was worried about the implications of a standoff against Jones.

"I hope you're right. And I also hope that he never gets that close to any of the action," Olivia left, leaving Peter in the hallway to mull over every possible thing that could go wrong.

He found too many.

. . .

They were all fully briefed on the mission to find Jones. They just hoped that somehow, they could find him before he found them.

But what's to say that he hadn't already?

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