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"You don't have to go back, you know?"

Sam talks to her as he sits with her in her mind, toes buried in the warm sand. She stares at the soothing and lapping waves in the edge of her mind. It's warm here, a feeling she has long forgotten and the gentle breeze caresses her blone hair across her face. Her arms wrap around her knees and she rests her head across the two comfortably eyes grazing over Sam and off into the distance. Her inner beach stretches on for forever. She sighs.

"But I do."

Sam grins.

"You don't have to do anything, buttercup, for anyone. So the worlds are falling apart, it's not your problem now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Sam says, sitting up straighter, "It's clear Peter made his choice, and well it wasn't you, so if the worlds fall apart it won't be your fault."

"He hasn't made his choice yet," Olivia whispers in a small voice.

"Really?" Sam says, standing up, "Then why are you acting like he has?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you here Olivia," Sam asks and Olivia looks up to the warm sky, now clouding gray, "Why are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding."

"You're running Olivia. What are you running from?"

"I want her awake now."

Peter paces the floor of her room, baby bouncing in his arms as he rubs the child's back. The other Olivia has wandered back to her room and Astrid sits where Anya was, Anya being tucked away in her cell down the hall. The doctor is looking at Peter with an exsperated look.

"I can not do that, Mr. Bishop."

"What do you mean?" he argues, "Don't you have some sort of drugs to wake her?"

"We do."

"Then do that!"

"I can't, Mr. Bishop."

"Why not?" he nearly yells. "What the fuck not?"

"Because," the doctor says calmly, "The last time she was in here, she signed over all her medical decisions to be made by Anya Buenefuente."

"Are you serious?" he snaps, the baby waking in his arms, "She's signed over dceisions to be made by a clinically insane person?"

"Yes, Mr. Bishop," the doctor answers, "That's what it says right here."

"You do know she's crazy?"

The doctor gives him the look that reads they're all crazy there, standing around a woman whom may or may not wake up with a woman identical to her down the hall, but he does not say anything. Instead he places the clipboard at the end of the bed and turns to leave the room. Upset, Peter leans his head out the hall.

"That's it?" he cries out, "That's all? You won't help her because I'm not crazy? You can't do that! Come back here! Hey! That woman in there? I love her!"

"Sign the form."

Anya's been presented with a form in her cell, a form that consents to the doctor waking up Olivia. Peter is out of time and out of patience. He's sick of sitting around and watching her twitch and breathe and lie still. Anya's eyes stare down at the paper, raking over the words without actually reading them before turning her amber eyes up to Peter's face. His face is cruel, harshly outlined in UV lighting as he stares at her.

"Don't look at me," he growls at her, "Sign the form."

Instead, her eyes are glued to him. He stares back at her, at odds with her as she refuses to respond to him. He hates her, really hates her. She's whispered in Olivia's ear, drawn out the hurt longer. She made him say the words he swore he would never say to anyone. She made him say he loves Olivia.

And maybe that's what's scaring the shit out of him right now. Her powers of honesty baffles him, her ability to compell him to speak-astounding. Here she sits, no words, no emotions, completely blank and all he wants to do is spill angry words at her. She irritates him to no end and it's because she can see through him, almost literally. Her strange amber eyes don't help much either.

She picks up the pen without breaking eye contact.

A scream rips through the entire floor.

Olivia wakes from her mind kicking and screaming. Air flooding her lungs she lurches upright in her sheets. There is no one in her room when she comes back from her mind, panting and it's a few seconds later that Peter skids down the hallway, almost stopping in time as his feet keep going. He grips the doorframe to remain upright before Astrid almost crashes into him as he comes flying into the room.

It's an eerie replica of the last time she woke in the hospital. Peter is right there, only this time he wraps her into him, cradling her whole being into his body. Olivia clings to him as well, inhaling the wonderful scent of his leather jacket, memorizing the texture underneath her pads and the feel of it against her cheek. His hug is crushing, bruising but she does not feel it- holds him tighter- and her thoughts are fragments and breaks but they are all about him-his smile, his hug, his scent, him.

Anya appears quietly inside the room, just watching as Olivia clings to Peter who rocks her back and forth soothingly, brushing back blonde locks as she inhales quickly in loud pants. It's clear she's pulled out on her own accord, that her mind has either kicked her out or pushed her away, her inner invasion no longer welcome. And as Olivia stroked Peter's jacket softly, Peter places kisses behind her ear, on her forehead and in her hair.

"Peter," she murmurs, "Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter."

His name is like air from her lungs, each time she exhales it's said, soft and faint, as if she's not saying anything at all. Her mind revolted on her but she won't tell anyone that Sam kicked her out of her perfect beach in her mind and back into the cruel cold world that she has come to know. But Peter is warming her up as she is freezing and she won't let go of him.

There's a soft crying from down the hall and Olivia thinks that the coma ward is on the same plane as the maternity ward. The wailing becomes louder and louder and Olivia tries to bury her face in Peter, trying to become Peter, inside Peter but the sound becomes so loud that Olivia lifts her head.

Alternate Olivia is standing in the door with Peter's child wailing in her arms, staring at herself staring at her. Olivia remembers everything then, what has happened to cause her to become this way rushes back.

And she clings to Peter now-not out of neccesity-but she clings with a new found poessiveness.

She'll fight to the death over him if that's what it takes.

short but packs a punch (i hope) what do you guys think? good? bad? awesome? terrible? I'd love to hear anything you have to say please :)