Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe. Just like playing with the characters and concept. The Italics symbolize Inner Thoughts of the characters.

It is finally Complete. Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement to keep telling my story.

I think the next installment will try to answer the question of who exactly is Jacoby Alexander.

Hospital

The lifeless form of Agent Dunham laid there in the appropriate attire with a white sheet. He sat there for hours hoping she was going to wake up but nothing… Nothing…It hurt him to see her like this but it was finally time to let her go. Time to say goodbye. "Thank You," he said and placed his hand gently on her forehead. All of a sudden she bolted up from the bed, not aware of her surroundings. She was confused, "I gotta go… Stop her…I gotta go" she yelled at him as he gently grabbed her by both arms. "Get off of me, you don't understand" she started to fight to get away.

"Olivia" he said trying to snap her out of it, "Agent Dunham, pull yourself together."

All of a sudden, she stopped fighting as she tried to regain her composure. Looking up she saw her friend and Boss, Agent Broyles. His face was beat up with cuts and bruises, he looked so tired. She noticed that the chair next to her held up a pair of wooden crutches. "Sir" she said trying to remain strong, "we thought you were dead."

"We thought the same about you" he said just starring at her, "the doctor's were afraid you wouldn't survive the emergency surgery."

"How long?" she questioned even though she didn't know if she wanted the answer, "Ooch." She tried to sit back in her bed only to get a stabbing pain in her upper chest.

"Were you out" he completed her sentence, "about 1 week."

"Peter?" she asked with fear and sadness in her voice which she couldn't hide. Peter, her soul mate was dead, she knew it. He couldn't have survived, there was no possible way.

"Somehow he survived," Broyles said noticing that Olivia's eyes becoming wider and maybe a little brighter, "Someone was looking out for him, a guardian angel or something. That is if you believe in that sort of thing. Anyways, he is with Walter at massive dynamics. He is going to be fine." She let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding.

"I am fine," a familiar voice came from behind Broyles. Looking to the room's entrance, they saw Peter standing there with flowers, "Walter and Astrid insisted." She could tell he was still sore as he slowly walked into the room.

"I should let you go" Broyles said grabbing his crutches, "Get some rest. That is an order."

"Yes Sir," she responded.

Placing the flowers on her bedside table, Peter kissed her forehead gently. "How are you doing sweetheart," he said smiling.

"I should ask you the same thing," she said noticing his arm in a sling.

"Oh that is nothing," he stated, "I was so scared that I wouldn't see you again."

"I… I…." she said starring into his eyes and not knowing what to say or how to say it. Should she just admit that she couldn't live without him. That she wanted to die when she thought he was dead. She just couldn't do it, not yet.

"It is ok… I understand" he said as his eyes drilled into her soul making all her defenses melt away. How does he always do that to her? She hated it but somehow loved it at the same time. Change the subject

"How are Boolland and Clarke?" Agent Dunham worriedly asked Peter.

"Well, Boolland got burned pretty bad but has already been discharged. He had burns on his back and hands," Peter responded, "Overall, he is hanging there."

"Clarke?" she questioned.

"Agent Clarke's physically beat up but emotionally on top of the world," Peter elaborated at Olivia's puzzled look, "he is now engaged and found out he is going to be a father."

"OOhh" she responded to the information.

"Hey, Nina Sharp was looking for one of Massive Dynamics Prototype weapon. Do you know where it is located," he smiled knowing the answer.

"No," she said lying through her teeth.

"Can you answer a question for me?" Peter asked getting more serious.

"Sure, you know I will" Agent Dunham responded getting nervous.

"Who is Jacoby Alexander?" Peter questioned hesitantly.

"I can't go down that road, Please don't ask," she said turning away from him and starring at the wall.

"That is Ok, Olive. I am still here," he said making no effort to leave the room.

Alternate Universe

The secretary sat at his desk starring out the giant window that made up one wall of his office. He basks in the sunlight, at peace for at least the moment. Then a recognizable beep got his attention causing him to twist in his chair to answer his video phone.

"Sir, I was giving you an update on Agent Dunham's condition. She is still undergoing microbe treatment, a few more days and she will be as good as new," a male voice reported.

"Thank you, keep me informed," the secretary said turning to look out the window.