Slowly Moving Forward

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(Olivia, The Box, The Plateau, Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep, Amber 31422, 6955 kHz, The Abducted, Entrada, Marionette).

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe...Olivia would have made it home with Peter in Over There Part 2 instead of this insanity.

Four days later, while at home placing Dunham down, Olivia got a call from Fringe Division about a Level One Breach...it meant that someone from the other side had crossed over.

"What do you mean you're only now detecting it?" She put her son in his crib and made her way to the master bedroom to start getting dressed in her Fringe Division uniform. "How long has it been open? Oh God, so we have no idea who or what came through?" She pulled out the khaki cargo pants that had become the standard for Fringe Division along with her black shirt, jacket and boots. The uniform mimicked the other side's more liberal wear but was standard for all. "Okay, well tell my team to meet me at the location of the breach, we'll go from there."

After hanging up, she dressed and looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit she looked like her alternate for a moment. She'd only worn the uniform two times as it was the standard for Level One Breaches while all other cases were worked in the more usual business suit...its because things got physical in Level One Breaches...thankfully they'd only had two in ten years.

Peter hated the uniform and made a comment that she looked like her alternate in it, all she was missing was the red hair and cocky attitude.

Having Massive Dynamic as her medical provider and having the technology, it was if she never had a C-Section. No scar, no recovery time; just cut, pull the baby out and leave no scar behind. She was cleared for duty the following day by her doctor...Broyles always seemed to take to the fact that she was never down and always ready for duty even after giving birth.

"Oh no," she turned to see Peter standing in the doorway, "you have got to be kidding me, a Level One Breach?"

"Yep, get dressed." She smiled and nodded to the bed where his uniform was laid out, he was part of the Level One Breach team as was Amy Jessup.

After teleporting the kids to the Massive Dynamic daycare, they teleported over to the site. Amy was there with Lisa Donovan, Olivia smiled. "What are you here for?"

"Figured I needed first hand knowledge of a Level One Breach so I asked Jessup if I could join." She looked at Peter, "good to see you again."

"And you, we'll talk later." Peter looked at Olivia as he looked at the device in hand, "no degradation, stability is at 100%...the breach is closed so whatever is here is stuck here."

Olivia touched the ground and closed her eyes, Lisa looked at Peter, "what is she doing?"

"Looking to see who came here."

Olivia's mind opened up, she saw what had happened and who came through.

The warehouse was empty before a blue light showed, afterwards three figured were standing in the place of the light. Her alternate, Lincoln Lee and Walternate...the elderly man looked at his two agents.

"Peter is to come back at by any means necessary, use whatever force you must," he looked at Alt-Livia as he continued, "or tactics, he is to come back alive. As for your alternate, she has a shoot to kill order on her. She caused this all by trying to get Peter to leave and just when I had a way to win...she got away."

"Yes sir, I understand."

Walternate nodded, "you have been here before, where would you find Peter?"

"Massive Dynamic or Harvard but the best thing is to wait, they'll no doubt notice and come. From what your contact said before the connection was lost nine years ago was that they built a Fringe Division. That will bring Peter to us."

Lincoln eyed them, "what about your alternate, they won't be far behind each other will they?"

"No, from what I did, she'd never accept him back...let's just say his betrayal was inexcusable. They aren't strong enough to outlast that nor is their love, it was more lust then love."

"We wait." Walternate looked at them, "find a better place here to wait."

Olivia opened her eyes and mentally scanned the area, she found all three waiting behind a wall not far off. She caught Peter's eyes and sent him a message telepathically.

They're here still, your father and her and Lincoln.

He nodded and made a motion with his hand that signified wanting to drawn them out. She nodded and motioned to Amy and Lisa, he made another motion that said he'd fill them in on the plan. Olivia pulled out her phone as she grabbed her gun and quickly texted Broyles telling him of the situation and he in turn said to stand down and wait.

"We wait." Olivia whispered to Peter and he nodded, going to the back of the SUV and began preparing tranq rifles as well as pistols. Lisa helped him and immediately things came under control when Broyles showed up in his personal car, siren off.

"Where?"

Olivia made a motion with three fingers saying they were inside, Broyles took one of the pistols from Peter and Olivia quickly filled him in on the plan.

She teleported inside and immediately caught the eye of the three people she was searching for. She smiled and looked at them. "Looking for me." She put out her hands and a wall of fire emerged from them, surrounding Olivia and cutting them off. "Well then, come and get me."

She disappeared and appeared back outside, seconds later all three came into the main area of the warehouse where Peter, Broyles, Amy and Lisa all stood with weapons, aimed and ready. Olivia held hers too and looked at them.

Broyles looked at the six FBI agents around them, "take them."

They began to cuff all three and the others lowered their weapons but Olivia didn't, she wanted to kill both of them. "Put it down."

"Sir, I have every right to blow both of them away right now and I don't even need a gun to do it. Just let me find some peace by doing this."

Broyles looked at Peter, "calm her."

"Like hell I am, I'm willing to kill them both, hell all three of them. Let's just say, I'm not going to stop her and if she does, I never saw a thing."

Walternate looked at Peter, "I'm your father Peter."

"You're not my father, my father is a mad scientist not a vengeful, sadistic man who does things for no reason."

"The war is on, it must be stopped."

Peter looked at Alt-Livia, "you should have never came back."

"Put the weapon down." Broyles looked at Olivia, "put it down, that's an order."

Olivia shook her head, "not this time."

Broyles looked at her, "that's an order, lower the weapon or your title as Field Director will be revoked."

Olivia shook her head, "they nearly destroyed my life, nearly killed me over some imaginative war...people are dead because of them."

Three shots rang out and the turned to see Peter, he held the smoking gun and all three were dead or dying. "After what happened, I was the start of the war and now I ended it."

Broyles looked at him, "Bishop?"

"Look, slap handcuffs on me if you want but legally they don't exist so I didn't break the law. Also, you told Olivia to lower her weapon not me and last, after what they did...no."

He walked over and checked the pulses, Alt-Livia was choking, he had been unable to shoot her in the head like he had the others. The bullet wound was in the middle of her chest and she was dying.

He watched her put her hand in her pocket and withdrew a picture, she handed it to him slowly and he took it. It was the picture of a blonde little girl with big blue eyes, the girl had to be three.

"Who is she?"

"She died, she died in a car accident with my mother...her name was Rachel."

Peter looked at the photo, "who was she?"

"Your daughter." She coughed and seconds later was dead, Peter stood looking at the photo of the little girl.

Olivia walked over and looked at him as the bodies were taken away, she took the photo and looked at it only to give a smile. "She's beautiful, just like her sisters."

Peter shook his head, "she wasn't my child...any child that I claim would have had me in their lives, she didn't. Just burn the photo with the body, this..."

"After ten years, you're telling me you didn't think it was possible?"

Olivia turned over the picture and looked at it, surprised at what she found:

Rachel Olivia Dunham-Bishop

May 23, 2011-June 12, 2013

"Peter look," she showed him and he noticed the date of death was the same as Ollie's birth date. "Maybe you didn't loose her after all, some of her spirit could be in Ollie."

Twenty-Five Years Later

Olivia, now looking like she was forty, sat with her grandchildren as she recited the tale.

"With three bullets full of hatred, the war ended when it all began with a simple act of love." She smiled at the two girls and the small boy that sat beside her, "that's the end of the story."

"Alright, time for bed." Ollie looked at them, "come on you three, time for bed."

The boy, who could only be four shook his head. "But Mommy?"

"No buts, lets let Grams get some work done...after all, just because the war has ended doesn't mean Fringe Division isn't needed. Come on you three, say goodnight to Grandpa Peter and Grandpa Walter before you go to bed."

Olivia found Peter writing in the journal she had long ago abandoned when her abilities became well known to most of their inner circle. She gave it to him and said to use it as she probably wouldn't.

"Hi," she placed her arms around his neck, looking over his shoulder to find he was flipping through pages. Pictures, sketches as well as notes were in the book. She stopped at one page and looked at it, smiling that inside was a photo of the little girl Peter never got to meet. At the bottom was a metal stamp with her name on it: Rachel O. Bishop.

Kissing Peter's head, she smiled and watched him close the book. "They ask for the story tonight?"

"Yes, as they do most of the time...the story of the inter-dimensional war. While other kids ask for princess or dragons, our grandchildren ask for a war between two worlds."

"After all, they are from two worlds, Ollie get them to bed?"

Olivia smirked and read his mind, "that can be arranged Mr. Bishop."

Peter chuckled, "I knew you'd be trouble from the day I set eyes on you. Now after almost thirty-five years of marriage and knowing you thirty-eight of those, I'd say I'm glad as hell you drug me from that desert."

"So am I, I'm also glad that today marks thirty-six years of being back in my own world and having the guts to work it out with you." She leaned down and kissed him, "now, Mr. Bishop...even at sixty-seven, are you up for a little fun?"

They only looked forty even though they had nearly thirty years behind them since the accident, they had only aged about ten years in both looks and health. Walter admitted Olivia could get pregnant again if she wanted, that conversation was cut short when she admitted to having had her tubes tied after Dunham's birth.

"Hmm...depends Agent Bishop, are you up for some fun."

She pulled him up and backed up to the bed, "we'll have to go slowly so we don't induce a heart attack."

"I'm up for the slow road Sweetheart, forever and always." He whispered in her ear, "I belong with you."