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Chapter 14:

The next morning came and Olivia rolled over in bed, her fingers moved over the sheets, as a sigh escaped her lips. She no longer saw the forest through the trees. Peter had been created but there were no signs except for what she had remembered of it. Only a select few in Massive Dynamic knew the truth---certainly Kyle Bishop was not one of them. She was grateful for the access, for finding out all she had and for Bell giving her the opportunity to expand her horizons.

Right now though, she felt as though she had outgrown the company. Was she crazy for thinking that? It's how she felt though. She wanted the next great adventure and she wanted it with Peter.

She didn't know why but she craved his companionship, being around him. Never in her life had she felt like that about anyone. She didn't have the desire to push him down onto the bed, seduce him like other men before him. Maybe it was the fact she knew he was a clone, it scared her. What she felt was instinctual; there was a hunger building inside of her. If he was liquor she'd hungrily consume him. If he was a drug, she'd shoot him up her veins. He was Cloned Peter and with that, she'd follow him to the ends of the world, not because Bell had instructed her to but because he was becoming her addiction.

There was a knock at the door and then another. "Just a second!" She called climbing out of bed. She walked over, pulling back the chain seeing Peter in nothing but his boxers. "Come in," she breathed her eyes moved over his body, feeling herself suddenly all the more attracted to him. Maybe she was talking herself out of wanting him physically---because the fear of what would happen, if she were with a clone. It seemed wrong, illogical but glancing him over, being in his proximity, her heart began beating faster.

"You look flushed," Peter acknowledged walking into her apartment, his eyes moving over the furniture and its placement. "Nice place." He noticed the differences even though the floor plan was nearly identical.

"Thanks," she nodded closing the front door behind him as he headed into her kitchen.

"I was hoping you had coffee." He noticed the pot but it was empty. Clearly she hadn't been up as long as he had.

"Just waking up," Olivia answered, "I'll put some on, have a seat." She gestured.

"Actually, why don't we go out for coffee," he thought better of it. "Get changed, I'll meet you out front in ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes," Olivia nodded. She hated fast wakeup calls. She was used to them with the FBI but those days were over. Why was Peter in such a rush?

"It'll be worth it," he breathed dropping a kiss to her cheek before exiting out her front door.

She sighed heavily, her hand moving up to the spot that he'd kissed her. Why had he done that? She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, wondering if he was beginning to remember his time with the other Olivia. Maybe it was something else completely? She had to be careful, keep her guard up around him. She headed for the shower, not wasting any time in getting cleaned up and dressed. She towel-dried her hair before grabbing her keys and wallet, heading outside. Peter was already on the porch step, sitting outside.

"Sorry. Took me twelve minutes," she smiled weakly watching him stand up.

"It's okay. I just thought, there's some things we should talk about and given where I'm from and who you work for---your place could easily be bugged, as could mine."

Olivia nodded slowly, "I didn't really think about that," she had no reason not to trust Bell. He hadn't betrayed her, at least as far as she knew. He was always mysterious and elusive though. It was in his nature, she surmised. "There's a coffee shop not too far down that way," she gestured, "we could sit down, grab coffee and breakfast."

"Yeah that's what I was thinking," Peter nodded following in the direction Olivia had pointed. "You know, there are some things here that are different."

"Like what?" She asked glancing at Peter curiously. Though she'd seen his memories, she'd only sorted through the past year and a half. She glanced back farther but there were too many memories and not enough time to go through them all.

"For starters, the World Trade Center is still standing tall." They were in New York and though he'd never lived here, he knew enough about the city to know that wasn't still in his New York, the world he spent most of his life in.

"It's not where you come from?" She asked surprised.

Peter shook his head, "there was a terrorist attack on September 11th, 2001 it took down both towers. Two planes flew into the building. We had another one hit the pentagon and one attempt to hit the Whitehouse---except it went down in Pennsylvania."

Olivia sighed, "we had our own set of attacks on this country too. Our Whitehouse was in fact hit. It took years for them to rebuild it, in fact the Obama family just moved into it, a few months ago. Back in, May, I think it was."

"Same president," he nodded slowly, "that's interesting."

"Yeah, I guess it is," she glanced at him. "So tell me what your plan is, Peter. You want us to rule the world together?" She laughed, half-joking, half-serious.

"Imagine if we had Bell's power, to travel between worlds, we could rule them both," he smiled darkly, seeing the glimmer in her eye matching his.

"We can't travel between worlds, you know how dangerous it is." She stared at him, was he serious?

"I got the impression last night, from Walter," Peter stopped walking for a second, turning to face her, "it can be done. Bell has the ability to open the portal. You and I just need the key."

"And what about our bodies being torn to pieces? That part doesn't bother you?" He still wasn't answering her question.

"It doesn't kill, you Livia. It's not like that. We're not supposed to travel. You and I but we can. Anyone can. Walter was explaining over dinner about how he started testing drugs on himself and Kyle after I disappeared."

Olivia made a face, "that's horrible."

"That might be," it seemed not to bother him, "but he found the serum that makes adults able to travel between worlds. It's a series of injections that we have to take over a six month period. It's really not that hard to concoct."

"You're going to make it," she raised a curious eye at him. "Peter, what do you know about pharmaceuticals?"

"I know what's in the serum, it's not that difficult," he assured her. "You spend your time at Massive Dynamic while I work on the injections. When we get it figured out, we'll go to Bell, tell him we need the door opened."

She shifted on her feet. Peter was a clone! Would the injection work for him? She couldn't tell him the truth, she couldn't think about it like that. They'd go through the door together and whatever happened, they'd deal with together. "Just like that?" She asked wondering if it could be so easy.

"The serum yes, your part, no." Peter stared at her. "There's science that Massive Dynamic has, we could make millions selling to the other side."

"Corporate espionage," she laughed shaking her head. "You are so predictable!"

"How am I predictable?" He took her arm, guiding her back towards the coffee shop, wanting something to warm him up.

"You just are," she smiled, "I know about MIT. I know about your gambling debts. I know about all of it, Peter."

He nodded opening the door letting her walk in first. His eyes glanced over her body in the process. "So you don't think it'll work?" He asked her.

"I don't know, there's a Massive Dynamic in both worlds, correct?" She saw him nod as he stood behind her in line. "If Bell doesn't go after us, whoever in the other world will and besides---how are we supposed to get Bell to open the door for us?" She eyed him skeptically.

"You don't have any dirt on him?"

Olivia sighed, she had plenty she just wasn't sure she was prepared to use it. "I might. Plus I've got six months to accumulate more." She ordered her coffee and moved down in the line waiting for Peter to order his before continuing their conversation. "So what am I supposed to be taking when I'm there?" She wasn't writing the idea off completely. If he was able to sell it for millions and it was technology, why not advance the human race? Why should some corporate entity hold all the secrets and take them to the grave—like human cloning. Though she wasn't certain she was ready to share that secret with Peter. He was smart, smart enough in fact to piece it together if he knew what Bell was capable of.

"Formulas to start, anything you can put on a thumb drive, you know a USB stick?" He hoped that was the same between worlds.

"Yeah we have those," she smiled faintly taking her coffee and muffin sitting down at a table. Peter sat down across from her. "You know, Bell trusts me but he doesn't give me access to everything."

Peter nodded slowly, "if there's no one you can gain access from, I can figure something out." He was good with computers. All she needed was a badge with the right encryption. She had access to the building and could always work up an excuse for being where she wasn't supposed to be.

Olivia nodded weakly, "so we're really doing this?"

"Consider it an early retirement plan," Peter laughed, "in ten years we can sip martinis on the beach in whatever world you want." Once they had the door open he figured he could spend some time learning to open other gateways. He didn't think it that difficult, just finding the right coordinates and fine tuning the adjustments.

"You think you'd really want to settle down?" She didn't believe him.

"Probably not," Peter laughed, "it'd get boring." He sipped his coffee, his eyes boring into hers. "I just figure it's an adventure and I'm about ready for my next one."

Olivia nodded, "exactly what I was thinking," she smiled having a sip of drink. "Six months?" She knew that was the time frame they'd discussed before but she'd thought initially they'd run away together, not to another dimension. This would involve Bells cooperation, getting information from Massive Dynamic, making a serum and having it perfected, there was a lot of work involved that needed to be done in six months.

"It could be done in less if you're in a hurry," Peter shrugged.

"No, six months is good." She didn't want to rush it. "We should keep our conversations about this to a minimum and outside of the apartment." She couldn't risk being found out.

"Agreed," Peter finished his coffee and stood up. "I'm going to catch a cab, get me some new clothes and groceries."

Olivia nodded, "what about the ingredients for the serum?" She kept her voice low so other patrons couldn't hear them.

"I've got it handled. You work your end, I'll work mine." Peter assured her. "I'll catch up with you tonight after work."

"Okay," Olivia agreed glancing at her watch. "I should head into work. Seems I've got a busy day ahead of me."

"Yes, you do," he smiled walking with her outside and hailing a cab. "Stay out of trouble," he joked watching her head towards the subway.

"Yeah, you're one to talk," she smiled seeing a cab pull up. She gave him a nod and watched him get in. Already she missed him. She didn't know why but being around him, gave her an energy she couldn't explain, like electricity charges being brought together. She'd never been great with all the science but she knew, she was drawn towards him—whether it a positive or negative charge.