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This is unbetaed. Sorry for any mistakes. This chapter reflects what I see as key events in episode 2. 13 entitled 'What Lies Below.'
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Activated-Chapter 11
Olivia Dunham kept walking around the circular hallway of Vitas Petrol, wishing the whole nightmare was over. At the sound of the woman's scream and the breaking glass she ran back to the recption area, and saw Peter Bishop pushing up off the floor next to the dead man.
She noticed first. The significance of it took a few seconds to register in her brain. "Peter!"
He looked at his hands and saw the blood there. She watched as recognition dawned on him as well.
Peter locked frightened eyes with hers. He moved toward the nearest sink he could remember, as her cell phone chimed.
"Dunham."
"What the hell's happening up there?" Broyles screamed into her ear.
Peter turned the water on and washed his hands the best he could, seeing that the blood was on his arms as well. He hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head and attempted a thorough job of scrubbing his elbows, water splashing everywhere. He saw Olivia come to stand at the door, her eyes looked wild with fright. I can't...I can't. She needs me..we..., he thought to himself. Only then did he feel the fear radiating off her. Or was it his own? She extended her hands like she wanted to go to him but then dropped them.
"Peter, be careful," she told him, her voice breaking with emotion.
"Mhmm," was all he said in reply, and resumed his frantic purging.
Peter turned off the water and looked up at her. He didn't want to leave her, wasn't planning to leave her. It wouldn't happen that they wouldn't get their chance. She must have been thinking it also as she shook her head no. We'll make it, 'Livia. We'll make it, he thought to himself, willing her to hear him.
Olivia smiled back at Peter as his named was called meaning they were both free to exit the contaminated building. She had a flash of sitting at a bar having a drink with him, when the guards suddenly blocked his way. "Wait, stop! He's bleeding from the nose. He's infected!" one of them screamed.
"I just have to get outside," Peter stated.
The two guards locked arms with him pushing him backwards. One knocked Olivia further away.
"Stop him! Get him away from the door!" said the guard.
"I just have to get outside. I JUST HAVE TO GET OUTSIDE!" Peter yelled at the top of his lungs as he was dragged backwards. The guards let go of Peter and stepped outside, closing the heavy glass doors behind them. Olivia moved closer and noticed his face had changed. Peter indeed looked sick, and very, very angry. Despite all their cases and experiences with the Fringe Division, she had never seen him look so angry.
Peter pressed his body against the glass, his hands pressed to it.
By now the incident had Phillip Broyles' full attention, as he stood a few feet behind Olivia, watching the scene unfold before him.
"Olivia, please! Please, you've got to open this door!"
Olivia felt physically ill. She realized in that instant the man she loved was infected with an unknown virus and doomed to die, and she couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't even touch him.
"Peter, I can't. You know that," she reasoned with him, her eyes moist with tears.
"Look at me. Just look at me. I'm fine. Just look at me!"
It was killing her. It was the worst moment of her life. Even worse than thinking they were going to die at the sherrif's hands in Edina. Worse than losing John. She had to fix this! She had told him they were going to make it through this. She was not going to lose Peter!
"Peter.." She could feel it radiating off him. Anger. Fear. Frustration. She just wanted it to stop.
He was angrily banging on the glass. "Olivia! OLIVIA!"
Her heart was beating frantically. She watched as he backed away from the window. A gruesome look on his face, his color changed, his undershirt drenched in sweat. She didn't want to admit it but he looked ghoulish. After one more intense look at her face he walked away. She was never more scared in her life.
Olivia Dunham opened the door to the parking garage, the blue map still open in her hand when she was violently shoved from behind. Out of fear, she managed to stay on her feet and keep moving. She turned to see Peter breathing heavily, in step behind her. Olivia retrieved her gun and held it in front of her. She pointed it at Peter Bishop, something she thought would never happen in her lifetime.
"Listen, I'm here to help you," she pleaded with him.
"Give me the gun, Olivia," he returned.
"Peter, they're gonna shoot you!" Olivia kept trying to move away. But every step she took away he took to gain on her.
"They're gonna kill us all anyway. The cure is out there. They're lying to us. And you locked me in here."
Peter lunged at and attacked her, pushing her backward over the nearest vehicle.
"You BETRAYED ME!" Peter yelled as Olivia got her feet up and into his mid-section and kicked him, pushing off him. They spun around and Peter backed her against the wall of the garage, his hand on her hand holding her service revolver as the gun discharged above them.
Raising her knee suddenly, Olivia kicked him in the groin hard. Peter made an ugly sound as he loostened his grip on her hand and her gun went flying across the parking garage floor. Olivia took the opportunity to dive away from him and grab it in her right hand. Just as she tried to raise her arm he stuck his booted foot on it, and picked her gun up, pointing it right at her.
She panicked. All the rational, strategical tactics she learned at Quantico years ago left her brain, and all that was left was panic. Her breathing was loud and labored, and she wondered for a second if Peter Bishop would kill her right there. Please Peter! Please! I love you! She screamed in her head.
But he just stood there, breathing hard. Staring at her with intense blue eyes. The gun trained on her. She wished he'd hurry up and do it if that was their kismet.
"Stay down," he told her, his voice laced with heavy emotion. He turned and walked away, her gun still in his hand. Olivia just watched, trying to get her breathing under control.
There was a flash of blue and then her beautiful face, and her standing next to him as he lay on the gurney. For a moment he thought he was dead.
And then he reasoned he wasn't. Peter turned his head to the left and saw his father and Astrid standing there, concern scribbled on their faces. "Thank you. All of you." He turned his head to the right to see her face again.
"You feeling better?" Olivia asked. He noted how exhausted she looked.
"'Livi..." His voice broke, his throat was parched like a desert. He tried again. "I'm sorry."
"You weren't yourself."
He studied her face as best he could in his drained state, and was grateful that Astrid was continuing to wipe the sweat from his head as he studied Olivia.
"It's lucky for me that you were." Peter felt like sleep would overtake him again at any moment, but he felt the need to let her know the emotions bubbling in him that he couldn't even identify. He wanted to comfort her, but he could only comfort her with his brain, his body was useless with fatigue. It's OK, 'Livia. It's over now. Can you hear me? I wish you could hear me. It's OK. He smiled weakly at her, and felt sleep overtake him.
