Chapter 11:

Olivia walked the halls of Massive Dynamic, glancing at her watch as there were no clocks nearby. She always wondered why the office had few clocks. Some days she felt as though it'd never end and wondered if Bell had been up to some experiment, in fact dragging out the work day. She wouldn't put it past him.

Walking to Bell's office she walked in, seeing Peter still sound asleep on the couch. She felt reassured he hadn't moved and her eyes glanced to behind the desk, seeing Bell at work, not seeming to care that Peter was occupying his sofa.

"Why didn't you find him a bed?" She knew it was the simplest of questions but it irritated her.

"The first hours are the most critical," Bell answered staring at her. "It's best I was here." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Have a seat."

"Should we be doing this in here?" She asked glancing back towards Cloned Peter. He looked to be asleep but she didn't want to chance him waking up. What if he heard them talking?

"It's fine. Nothing said he can't hear," Bell assured her. "This afternoon, after Peter's awake, you'll take him to his father."

Olivia nodded, trying not to seem overly eager. "Am I to stay with him?" She knew she was his babysitter but she wanted to know how much she was supposed to watch, observe and how much was her getting involved.

"He should be okay, alone with his family. If he wants you there, stay. Otherwise make arrangements to pick him up, take him home afterwards. He's going to want to see his new home. He's been given an allowance that will last until he finds himself a reputable job," Bell explained, "if he needs food, clothes, you'll go with him. You'll take him, show him this world. Though things are similar, it's the differences that could get him into trouble. Besides you have to make sure he can function fully. "

Olivia smiled weakly, "right. I'm his mother, taking him shopping. Should I interview his dates first too?" She tried not to feel anger at the job assignment. Since when had working for Massive Dynamic turned into a position as a personal assistant?

"He's going to need you Olivia. I thought we discussed this before?" Bell was incredibly calm for the fact he wasn't happy with her demeanor.

"I know and I'm fine driving him around, living next door in case he needs something," she sighed, "but I shouldn't be expected to impose on his life either. He's not going to want that. You should know as much," she stared back at him. Cloned Peter was Peter. Though he didn't have some of his most recent memories, he was still Peter. He would still think, act, and feel like him. He wasn't going to like having a babysitter.

"Trust me," Bell answered giving her a nod, "it will all be fine." He glanced behind her watching Peter begin to stir. "I have some things to do. He'll be awake soon and likely anxious to see his family."

Olivia nodded. "I'll take him." She knew it was her responsibility. Peter was her responsibility now. She wondered how she ended up here. What she had done at the Bureau that led her to this very moment. It wasn't something to dwell on. She sighed standing up, pulling over the chair to sit beside Peter, watching him wake.

"Livia?" He rubbed at his eyes. Though he was tired, he was much more awake than he'd been the last time he saw her—the previous day.

"Hey there," she smiled awkwardly, "the trip takes a lot out of you, huh?" She glanced him over.

"Yeah, I guess it does," Peter nodded slowly, this time taking a moment to sit up. His head didn't hurt and he felt surprisingly refreshed. "So I survived the trip," he breathed glancing around taking in his surroundings.

"You did." She smiled. "When you're up to it, I can take you to see your family."

"Yeah, home." He breathed feeling uncertain. He hadn't seen his parents in over twenties year. He felt more than estranged.

"They'll be excited," she smiled awkwardly, "I haven't told them you were back. Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd survive the trip. I didn't want to put them through that. Though you should know, from what I've been told, you won't survive going back there."

Clone Peter nodded. "It's fine, nothing for me there anyhow." He accepted it, this was his home. As all his intimate memories of Olivia were gone, the few they shared together were in the beginning, when they'd barely known each other. Though he'd felt something for her, she was still in love with John. He believed he left, to let her go, for her own good. He'd been holding her back and his father, the one that kidnapped him, he believed was locked in the institution again. It hadn't been hard to do given the fact Walter had been committed shortly after meeting Olivia. Though they'd gotten him out, those memories were now gone. In his mind, the events were nearly a year in the past. A few current unrelated memories sprinkled in, here and there. It was spotty for him and would be until he formed new memories in this world to replace the gaping holes.

"Good." She helped him stand up. "We should get you something to eat then we'll take a drive to visit your family's home."

Peter nodded slowly. "Do they still live in the same place?" He had so many questions he never had time to ask her.

"Yeah, they do," she led him out of Bell's office, down the hallway watching his expression. "What is it?"

"Déjà vu," he breathed glancing around. "Have I been here before?"

"I don't think so," Olivia smiled weakly. She tried to stay calm though she could feel her pulse racing. He had been here before, the real Peter. The one from the other dimension. She had been certain she erased those memories but perhaps they never were truly erased? She didn't know how it worked and right now it worried her.

"Seems familiar," he admitted following her down to the cafeteria. He was dressed in jeans and a gray t-shirt. From seeing his memories, she'd gotten a sense of his wardrobe and had insisted the clothes the clone be given, fit his personality. Bell had agreed.

Grabbing lunch, they sat across from one another, Olivia watching him periodically. She tried not to stare but he looked exactly like Peter. Of course she knew he would but still---it boggled her how much they looked alike. Only now was she understanding how Peter felt when he first saw her.

"You're staring," Peter glanced up from his burger.

"Right, sorry," she laughed having a bite of her own lunch. "Is it true, you forged a degree from M.I.T.?" She was curious about his past.

"How'd you find that out?" Peter stared at her, wondering what else she knew about his past.

"Its front page news here," she joked. "Word travels, even between dimensions." She'd seen his memories; she very well couldn't explain that to him. He was waiting for a real answer. "The man that was capable of bringing you to this world, he'd been keeping an eye on you."

"Why?" Peter stared at her, reading her expression, watching her eyes.

"I don't know. There's a lot he doesn't explain," she took another bite. "You have a brother." She was changing the subject.

Peter finished his lunch, "yeah, you mentioned that when we met." He stared at her, watching her finish eating. "He works here." Peter's eyes darted around wondering who he was, if he was eating lunch in the same room.

Olivia nodded. "I don't know a lot about him. We've only met a handful of times but I'm sure he's eager to meet his big brother."

"So he knows about me?" Peter breathed.

"If he doesn't, he will," she smiled unsure how many people at Massive Dynamic knew the truth. She was certain Kyle had no knowledge that this Peter was a clone.

"What happens after that?" Peter asked watching as she stood up and they threw their trash in the bins.

"I take you home." She answered watching him raise an eye. "We got you an apartment, it's next door to mine. In case you need anything." She knew that wasn't a secret. If would have made a lousy one. "You'll have to find yourself a job or you can come work for Massive Dynamic."

"They'd hire me, just like that?" He snapped his fingers.

"Yeah, they're interested in working with someone as brilliant as Peter Bishop," Olivia nodded. She knew they also wanted to keep tabs on him. It was easier if he was in the building. "Plus since they know about the interdimensional travel, they figure you might not turn down a job offer. If you do though," she knew she had to give him an out or he wouldn't take it, "you have six months to find a job on your own. You'll have an allowance to live on until you find something or six months is up."

"What happens after six months?" Peter was curious. He had no doubts about pulling his own weight. He'd done it all his life.

"I don't know." Olivia smiled, "no one's really ever traveled between worlds, lived to tell about it, then put up by the head of Massive Dynamic." She escorted him out of the building and down to her car. "We should head on our way before traffic gets heavy."

"Whatever you say, Livia." He breathed buckling himself into her car. Pulling out of the building it was only then he realized where they had been in New York. Behind them, as they drove through traffic stood the twin towers. He sighed, seeing the haunting image in the side mirror of the car.

"You okay?" She asked glancing at him.

"Some things take awhile to get used to," he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to seeing it again. He shook the thought from his head. This was home now. He wasn't sure he belonged but he knew he didn't belong in the other world either. He had to make a home for himself. This was his chance to make a fresh start. He wasn't that was entirely what he wanted.

"I guess they do," she breathed driving them out of the city towards his parents home.