Destined
Spoilers: All Seasons, mainly 6B and Subject 13 promo
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe, wish I did.
Olivia stood in front of the full length mirror Peter had bought for her when she was over at his house. She shrugged on her shirt and started working on the buttons. When she got down to her abdomen she was having some trouble. Olivia pulled at the sides of the shirt trying to get the button to match up with hole, but she couldn't get it through.
"Peter," She called. He peeked his head out from the bathroom door adjoining the bedroom, "Can you help me with this."
He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, "With what?"
"This button, it doesn't want to go through," She said pouting.
Peter stood in front of her and tugged hard at the shirt. He got the button through, but as soon as he let go it popped out again, "Put on some weight have we?"
"I have not put on weight," Olivia snapped.
Peter chuckled, "I'd say you have, or this shirt would fit."
Olivia gasped, "I have not…"
"It's not the end of the world sweetheart."
Just then Olivia felt as if something had punched her in the stomach. She heaved over on Peter's arm. After a second she covered her mouth and made a dash for the bathroom. Within seconds she was vomiting in the toilet. Peter came in and held her hair back until she rolled off of her knees, breathing heavily.
He crouched down next to her, "Are you okay? What was that?" He asked, gently brushing the strands of hair away that stuck to her cheeks.
Olivia breathed deeply trying to get the dizziness under control, "Peter…"
"Olivia, what?"
"I think I'm pregnant again," She breathed, rolling over and putting her cheek against the cold linoleum.
"Okay," He breathed in shock, rubbing her back, "I'll be right back, Sweetheart."
Peter got up and went back into the bedroom, getting dressed. Then he picked up his phone off of the night stand and dialed Astrid.
"Hello?"
"Astrid, its Peter. If you could, I need you to pick something up from the pharmacy for me and bring it over to the house," Peter said, his voice a little more urgent than it needed to be.
"Is everything alright?" Astrid asked, concerned.
"Yeah it's just…" Peter took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair, "Olivia might be pregnant again. I'd like to find out so that we can get her out of the field now instead of having a repeat of last time."
"Uh… Oh, I'll be over there as soon as I can," Astrid told him, and he could hear her car keys jangling in the background.
"Bishop," Olivia yelled from the bathroom.
He rushed back to her side and he could tell she'd thrown up again, "What's wrong?"
"If you take me out of the field, I'll shoot you," She said raspily.
Peter laughed that that was the thing she was most worried about right now, field work. "Nooo, no. I'm having Broyles take your gun away too. So you can't, I don't know, shoot yourself this time."
"I'm not that clumsy," she retorted, a cocky smile on the edge of her lips.
"Let's face it," he chuckled, "you're a lousy shot."
An hour later Peter stood by the bathroom door waiting as Olivia sat holding the tiny plastic stick that determined the truth. In the back of his mind he knew if their child had survived Olivia would be sixteen weeks and they would be preparing a nursery and Lamaze classes. Ten weeks before they had lost their child and he'd refused sex for at least a month so that left her being at most five weeks pregnant, seven if you counted the fertility cycle that he knew better then he wanted to.
"Baby you're going to have to look at it sooner or later."
Olivia eyed him, "I don't know if I can…what if I am and we lose this one like the one before. I can't do that Peter…I can't go through that again. If I'm not…I'm starting birth control, I won't do this again."
Peter walked in and bent down, "baby," he touched her cheek and smiled, "I love you and I can honestly say that if we never have children…I'll be disappointed but I wouldn't trade you for someone who could give me a dozen children." He kissed her head, "you're all I want, you're mine and have been since we were children…tied together by fate when we met on the other side." He took her hand and looked at the stick, "we'll do it together like we have everything else."
She nodded and they turned the stick over, eight letters starred at them in bold letters: PREGNANT.
"We're going to Massive Dynamic." Peter stood and looked at her, "I want to make sure everything is alright with you and the baby."
Olivia just looked at him, "can we go at lunch, I have paperwork to finish."
He gave her one of her own glares as if to say 'try and do it' so she relented and stood up. Peter was being the protective alpha male, determining that his child was safe and healthy…normally Olivia wouldn't mind but at that moment she'd rather him not be so.
It also hit her that she would have to go shopping…she dreaded maternity clothes because they were full of color and she didn't want to look like a rainbow…she was comfortable in her dark, dull and uniform colors but now she'd have to face the disaster of maternity clothes and being out of her comfort zone. She knew Peter would be all over that so she would go with Astrid as the woman would be welcome to a shopping trip.
Five hours later they sat in an exam room at Massive Dynamic and Nina walked in with a young doctor, who looked like she had lost ten years off her young life.
"I'm not sure I'm qualified for this Miss Sharp." She looked at them, "I'm not familiar with physics and all this universal travel."
Nina chuckled, "Peter, Olivia I'd like you to meet Dr. Tess Rosenberg, she's one of our top obstetricians and I think the best for the situation on hand."
"You call Olivia being pregnant a situation?" Peter looked at her, "guess no one was notified thousands of years ago when that began."
Olivia hit his arm and he became quiet, "go ahead Nina."
"What I meant was that this baby is unique…universally speaking of course, Olivia is from one side and you are from the other plus you both have a genetic inheritance that could affect your baby." Both looked at her in question, "Peter's genetic disease and your Cortexiphan."
The nervous doctor took a step forward after Nina left and got the particulars, much to Olivia and Peter's embarrassment…personal questions like how often they had sex, when was the last time and more importantly if they had ever had sex in a place that could be considered hazardous.
"I'm only asking these questions because I'm aware of Agent Dunham's ability to travel between worlds."
"I haven't crossed over since my return six months ago."
"And when was the first time you crossed over?" She sat down and took out a pad and pen, "how old were you and where did it occur?"
Peter and Olivia looked at each other; it was going to be a long story so they got comfortable and began explaining what they knew. The doctor looked at them afterwards and smiled, beginning to get the ultrasound machine ready.
"Okay Olivia, why don't you lay down up here and we'll take a look. Now you won't be able to know the sex this early on by looking but we will be performing a genetic screening and can tell you after that."
Olivia laid down and her belly was measured, Peter chuckled when he saw how much she had grown in the waist. "You did gain some weight Sweetheart." He touched her head, "no denying that."
"Shut up before I shoot you."
Rosenberg looked at them, "you've grown more than normal for your estimated gestation and by looks you should be about four months but that's never really an indicator as different women grown differently. We'll just have to see this baby by looking at him or her."
The wand was soon placed on her belly and Olivia looked at the screen, there was just static, nothing there so Rosenberg turned the machine on and tried again…more static.
"I'm going to use one of our newer ones, why don't you two follow me."
Another exam room and a different machine and still static till it dawned on Olivia the Cortexiphan could be causing the issue. "Could the Cortexiphan be causing disruption?"
"Maybe, I'm unfamiliar with it but I'll see if Brandon can walk me through that." She touched the nearby phone and dialed a number, Brandon's voice was heard.
"Yep?"
"Brandon this is Tess, I have to do an ultrasound on a Cortexiphan subject and its…"
He chuckled, "right hand corner under controls and look for cancelation, did you find it?" She did so and waited, "after that go to the mode setting and click on the CORTX button. Did you do that, it should work now. That newly modified ultrasound was designed to cancel out any Cortexiphan in a scan…the subjects often have static."
"Thanks Brandon." She hung up and looked at them, "let's try this again."
She put the wand on Olivia's belly again and features of a baby were seen but the baby was nowhere near what they expected. Peter looked at it, "that's not five weeks or even seven."
"Actually Peter," she looked at them, "that's sixteen; it seems you miscarried with a set of twins, one was positive and the other negative, losing the one that wasn't protected by Cortexiphan. Congratulations, she looks healthy."
"She?" That came from both of them and Rosenberg pointed to the screen.
"That's a little girl; it seems you should thank your lucky stars that one of your twins was positive."
After giving them sonograms and taking a genetic screening, non-invasive thanks to new technology, they went home and once home celebrated the news.
"I can't believe it." Peter laid beside her as she stared at the sonogram picture, he moved and bent down next to her belly, pulling her shirt up and kissed it. "Hi there, it's Daddy…I bet you already know that though."
Olivia watched as Peter talked to their daughter…that word made her realize that their night of starting over had given them two miracles, one was lost and the other was safe but only because of her own Cortexiphan. She, for the first time in her life, was thankful to have been tested on as a child…the drug that had ruined her life and that of so many had given her daughter a fighting chance.
"I think we should call her Olive, after her mother."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "that's a bit too cliché, you've had enough Olives and Olivias to last you a lifetime, you don't need another. We'll find another name for her."
"Middle name?"
She gave a glare, "no…don't test me Bishop, we are not naming her Olive, Olivia or anything related to Liv…understood?"
"Yes ma'am, I've always been told not to argue with three types of women."
"And what are those three?"
He chuckled, "ones that are insane, have a gun or are hormonal and you fit two of the three."
She grabbed a pillow and hit him till he fell off the bed; she then threw the pillow on the floor as well as the blanket from the end of the bed. "You're sleeping on the floor tonight Bishop."
"Baby?" He stood on his knees and looked at her, she eyed him with a glare.
"Don't 'baby' me; I could make you sleep downstairs with Walter so stop while you're ahead."
A/N: Next we get to meet our favorite guy from the other side...except he's from this side, yep our Lincoln shows up.
