A/N: Okay, here we go. Sorry for such a long wait, but I went camping for the fourth of July and just go back! I'm trying to answer more questions with this update, and thank you for the feedback I've received so far! Someone told me they'd like to know a little bit more about Altlivia's abilities, so I'm going to do my best to write a bit more explaining that. Also, I want to say that I'm sorry for making Peter such a jerk in all the chapters! He'll come around eventually, I just thought it would be more realistic this way, because I can't imagine he'd be all that happy about having people from the red!verse on his side with Olivia. So here's the next installment! Hopefully it turns out okay! Reviews afterwards would be lovely, and thank you!


Liv felt tired, more tired that she should. She knew something was wrong, but she felt helpless to do anything about it. It surprised her how calm Dr. Bishop was with her. She knew that she had betrayed him too, and she was surprised he wasn't showing more hostility considering what she had done to his son.

"Do you remember doing anything strenuous lately?" He asked her, and she scoffed.

"Besides crossing over?"

A small smile was on his face, "That's what I mean. Did you do anything differently than the last time? I know you have the technology to get here and back on your own."

Liv remembered how they had gotten into the room in the first place, and her eyes went wide. "I… I did something. With my mind." She said quietly, and Walter's eyes flitted to hers.

"With your mind?"

"Yes." She replied, "There was a lock on the door… and I remembered… I remembered that Olivia had diffused a bomb with her mind. So I tried it."

His gaze was intent as he looked at her. "And were you successful?"

She nodded, not really able to talk about it. She was still struggling to process what she had done.

"Interesting, that's very interesting." Walter said, as he fixed her IV before standing, "You should be fine. You just need to rest. I do wonder though… I wonder if you have the same abilities as Olivia. If you do, and this is the first time you have used them, it could be causing a lot of stress on your body. We should run some tests to make sure."

Liv looked alarmed at trying to do anything other than sleep at the moment. She felt far too tired to do anything. She was sure Lincoln would demand that all she did was sleep.

"Not today of course," Walter said, seemingly reading her thoughts, "a different day. After you've rested."

"How do you know I'll even be here in a few days?"

Walter looked at her for a long moment, "Surely you can't believe that what's happening can be fixed in hours? You'll be here for awhile."

"You don't think I'm going to make it back at all, do you?" She asked him honestly, and part of her didn't want to know the answer. In the short time she worked with this man, and as she was talking to him now, she knew that his intelligence was often overlooked. He was smarter than most people gave him credit for, and he was good at speaking the truth, whether it was understood or not.

Walter opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the door opening. Peter walked in, and Liv immediately looked away, not sure how she was supposed to act in this situation. He avoided her gaze as well, and the room instantly became thick with tension.

"How are you doing?" He asked quietly, and Liv frowned in confusion.

"Is Olivia making you ask me?"

"No. I… yes. She is." He said, and Liv would have chuckled if it had been with anyone else.

"Well you can stop wasting your time then. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine."

"I just… I don't know how to do this." Peter said, and Liv still hadn't looked at him. She refused to. As if someone was reading her mind, Lincoln chose this moment to burst into the room. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then saw Liv and Peter looking uncomfortable, and Walter trying not to be noticed.

"Everything okay?"

"Fine, just peachy." Liv answered, and Lincoln frowned.

"Well… okay. I got another reply from Charlie. There's good news."

"What? What's happened?" Liv asked, immediately perking up. Hearing good news didn't come often to Fringe Division, especially where the Secretary was involved.

"Agent Farnsworth says there's little to no chance that the Secretary is going to send people after us, or come here himself. So as long as we're here, we have a good shot at getting the better of him."

"That's all she said?" Peter asked.

Lincoln scowled, "She also said that there was a 60 percent chance that Fringe Division here," he shot a pointed look at Peter, "were going to turn on the machine." He turned to Peter once more, "I have to ask you not to do that. We don't know what it does, or what's going to happen now that the machine in our universe is turned on, but it can't be good."

Peter was shaking his head, "We already have plans, and you can't just come here and tell us what to do."

Lincoln gritted his teeth, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm asking you on behalf of my universe to kindly not destroy it."

"Can you two shut up for three seconds? I'm trying to think."

"Excuse me?" Lincoln and Peter said simultaneously, as Liv glared at them from her bed.

"It's got to be a false lead. Linc, why wouldn't he send people after us? He didn't have any reason to send those shapeshifters before, and he did. Now he has a reason. It doesn't make sense."

Lincoln furrowed his brow, "Liv, Astrid's a statistics machine. She wouldn't tell me anything if she wasn't sure."

"Unless she was being threatened…" A voice from the doorway sounded, and the three turned to see Olivia peeking in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"You think someone's threatening her?" Peter asked her, and Olivia nodded.

"It's possible. We're using a typewriter. We can't see anything that's going on over there. For all we know, they've taken Fringe Division and are feeding us false information.

"That's impossible." Lincoln said immediately, shaking his head. "They wouldn't… Charlie would never…"

"I'm not saying Charlie is a double agent." Olivia said immediately, "but someone could be posing as him, sending messages to try and throw you off the scent."

"Linc, what if they did? What about Charlie, what if something's wrong?"

Lincoln shook his head, "No, calm down. It's fine. Charlie's tough, Liv, you know that. He agreed to this. He knew what could happen, it'll be fine. We don't know anything for sure."

"That's the problem." Peter pointed out, and Lincoln shot a look in his direction.

"What if we do what's necessary here?" Walter asked quietly from his seat next to Liv. He hadn't spoken the entire time, finding the exchange between the four of them fascinating. Olivia and Liv were more different than he had realized, and he wondered again how he and Peter and everyone else had failed to notice the switch last time.

"What do you mean, Walter?" Olivia asked him.

"What if we dismantle the machine over here?"

"We can't touch it, Walter."

"I didn't say we would do it. What if we could find a way to turn it off, and then dismantle it?"

"Well sure, we could sit here and wonder about what-if's all day Walter, but how are you suggesting we actually make these plans a reality?" Peter asked testily, and Lincoln fought off the urge to hit him.

"We have two Olivias." Walter said quietly, "Both of whom have showed that they have the ability to use telekinesis."

"No." Lincoln said immediately, " She only did it once, you can't honestly think that she'd-"

"Lincoln, stop." Liv said quietly, and he stared at her intently, trying to convey to her how much he didn't want her to do this. He felt like he was in her apartment again, trying to convince her that she couldn't save the world by herself. He knew that if she did anything, she'd do it with Olivia, but for some reason that knowledge didn't calm his nerves any. "Can you leave us alone for a minute?"

Everyone looked at Liv warily, and she huffed, "Relax, I'm not going to do anything. I just need to talk to him. In private."

"I could use a milkshake, how about you?" Walter not-so-subtly asked Peter, and everyone filed out of the room except for Lincoln, who took a seat next to Liv's bedside and put his head in his hands.

"You know I can't let you do this." He said after a while. "And before you start ranting and raving about how you're perfectly capable of doing this, and how you want to do this, it's not about you. I can't let you do this because I couldn't take it if something went wrong."

"Nothing's going to go wrong. Have a little faith." Liv said softly, with a small smile on her face, "I know you're worried. I appreciate that you're worried. I don't want you to be so overprotective though."

"Says the woman in a hospital bed. Who I had to carry here." Lincoln said, scowling again, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey." Liv grabbed Lincoln's hand and squeezed it, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you worried, and for dragging you here in the first place. I know you hate it."

"I just hate that we're in constant danger. I hate being in a place where I have no authority in case something goes wrong. I hate that they don't trust us, or our team, or our opinions."

Liv squeezed his hand again and he moved closer, resting his elbows on the edge of her bed. He leaned in close and kissed her softly, fighting the urge to deepen the kiss and try to convince her to go home. "I'm sorry for being so testy. I just want to sort this all out so we can go home. And I want to do it right. I want to make sure the Secretary is stopped, and I don't know how. That's what I hate the most. That I don't know what to do."

"We have to try, Lincoln." Liv said, referring to Walter's plan, "If we don't, and he wins, then what good was our coming over here? If we try it, and something good comes from it, then we can sleep better at night."

"I already sleep pretty good at night." Lincoln said with a wink, causing Liv to blush and smack him lightly.

"I'm serious!"

"I know, I know."

"Linc?"

"Hm."

"I miss Henry." Liv said for the first time since they'd been gone, and Lincoln felt his heart crack watching tears start to form in her eyes.

"Oh, Liv. I know, I know." He said, pulling her into his arms, trying to take away her pain. He waited until she stopped crying, rocking her back and forth like he had done the night Henry was born before he pulled away slightly. "I should go find Walter. Will you be okay?"

She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. I want to talk to Olivia. Can you ask her to come in here?"

"Are you sure?" Lincoln eyed her warily.

"Yeah, it needs to happen."

"Okay," Lincoln said, moving towards the door, "I'll be back in a few minutes. And Liv?" He asked, waiting until she looked up at him, "I love you." He said quietly, the smile he reserved just for her firmly in place on his face.

"I love you, Lincoln." She said, and Lincoln felt as if he could breathe again.