"So let me get this straight," Doug Witter sat scratching his head and tried to put things into perspective. "This guy Jones wants to create an alternate universe for the purpose of…?", he looked around the table for an answer, hoping someone would enlighten him.
"We think it's simply to use as a bolthole, it's ingenious actually if you think about it. Committing Universal theft, larceny, terrorism…you name it and you can disappear from that particular world and hide in another. From the perspective of the law it's perfect, "Olivia pointed out. "Scientifically however, it's more of a grey area".
"Indeed!", Walter Bishop scooped the last piece of his milkshake from the tall glass and decided to join the conversation now that his sugar craving was now satisfied and closed his eyes, savouring the last bit of strawberry induced heaven that was on offer. " Esplendido!", he licked his lips and grinned, "Ah yes, Jones!. Well from a scientific viewpoint it would seem that we are discussing the "Holy Grail", the power to create universes it would seem is the aim of the game!. Jones is doing it because he CAN, because it's THERE and it's his way of getting back at both Bellie and I and the way his father was treated. You don't need a fancy way of putting it, simply he's hell bent on revenge for the death of his mother and this is just his pet project and means to an end to achieve it!. LIFE is so easily viewed after indulging in a milkshake!", Walter leaned back in his seat and looked satisfied.
"You missed your calling Walter. The bureau could do with an expert criminal profiler, the last time I looked. Fancy the job?", Astrid looked at Walter with a gleam in her eye and smile on her lips.
"Astro, you're such a tease!", Walter replied, "I'd much rather be in the lab with you and Peter any day of the week!".
"Speaking of which. Dr Bishop where is your son?. Is he not joining you on this case?", Doug Witter remembered that Dr Bishop and his son were practically inseperable and wondered where he was.
Walter's face clouded over, "Not this time I'm afraid Sheriff, Peter won't be joining us as far as I'm aware", he stated simply, not wanting to go into detail.
Doug was aware of the sudden change in atmosphere and thought that he should move on from that subject, it seemed he had touched a sore wound with that question.
"So, this alternate universe is filled with people like ourselves?. There's doubles of say both Pacey and myself?. This whole town?", Doug inquired not looking forward to the answer.
Olivia nodded, "I've been to the alternate universe in our world and it's populated with people just like us. Anyone who may have died in your universe could easily be living over there. It takes a little getting used to when you see your alternate for the first time, believe me, nothing can really prepare you for it.", Olivia found that speaking about this subject matter was now easier than it had been before. The memories were still there but with less pain now that some time had passed since they had occurred.
Doug looked both shell shocked and a little fearful, "My god!", he muttered, "Seriously?".
Pacey threw his arm around his brother's shoulders and grinned, "Douglas. How about having two of me to deal with?!. Would that just not make your life complete in every way possible?!", he was trying to keep his brother's spirits up by trying to see the funny side of the situation.
"Oh as if my life isn't complicated with ONE of you Pace!." Doug replied, not really seeing the humorous side of it and instead continued with, "IF Jones got away with this act…"
"But he won't Doug. Come on!. We can stop him!. Don't be so overly dramatic, it won't amount to anything!", Pacey cut in, the conversation was getting too serious for him.
His brother gave him a warning glare, which Pacey knew meant "SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH" and he leaned back in his seat and gesticulated for Doug to finish.
"As I was saying, IF Jones got away with it…" Doug sighed, "How soon would it happen?. How would you get from one universe to the other?. How does it work exactly?!".
"That Sheriff, is one good question.", Walter leaned forward, "You have the makings of an inquiring Scientific mind yet!. However, even I cannot be 100% certain as to how a stable passage can be successfully achieved between worlds. I only know from my own foolish experiments that once someone crosses over from one universe to another, it's setting a chain of events into motion. Have you ever knocked over one Domino and then the rest followed in perfect tandem with each other?", he looked at everyone's concerned face around the table, "THAT is the only constant in this equation that I know to be tried and tested!".
"So, you're saying it could take years to manifest an opening or a "soft spot" in this universe and both universes may never actually meet unless someone intentionally or unintentionally crossed over?. I think it's probably safe to say if we let Jones get away with it then chaos will follow and he would be the one to cross over.", Pacey pointed out.
"Exactly!", Walter added, "You've been reading my past research and taken it in well Detective!", the scientist beamed at Pacey proudly, "I always knew you were like Peter in that respect…A smart boy and now a smart man!".
Pacey grinned, "Just the basics, Dr Bishop, nothing more!".
"Okay then…" Doug nodded, "I think I see some of the picture now. I still don't get how blowing up towns and causing this destruction has to do with this process though.." Doug scratched his head as his cell beeped into life.
"Excuse me, while I take this..", he apologised as he answered the phone.
The voice on the other end of the phone was Assistant Director Jeffries and he had just arrived in Capeside and was on his way to the "Icehouse", Doug tried to keep his face from letting any emotion show and kept the conversation brief and to the point.
"Will do. I'll talk to you shortly", he ended the call and put his cell back in his pocket and returned his attention to the "Fringe Team" and his brother.
"Pacey…" he looked at him and smiled sadly, "That was him. He's on his way. He says about 15 minutes max. How do you want to play this one bro?".
"Who's on his way?. Who was that you were talking to?!", Olivia became defensive and looked from Doug back to Pacey and back to Doug once more, seeking an answer.
"I don't like the look of this!", Walter noted, sensing something building up between the two brothers and looked over to see Astrid's expression show concern at what was now happening.
"It's okay," Pacey tried to calm everyone's fears with a smile, "My brother called the Feds to report that his missing brother was back in town and Assistant Director Jeffries is on his way to probably chuck my sorry ass into this universe's equivalent of "Guantanamo Bay". I just hope you don't regret this Doug", he threw the ball back into Doug's court and waited for a reply.
"What the hell is "Guantanamo Bay" Pacey?!", Doug shook his head and saw that the rest of the team were giving him the "If looks could kill, then you'd be dead by now" treatment and Doug found himself shifting uncomfortably in his chair, he took a sip of his coffee and tried to explain himself.
"I had no choice!. The Feds know the whole story. They filmed Pacey using their surveillance techniques crossing over to your universe with Buzz's help, there was nothing I could do but keep them informed on the situation!", he protested his innocence, "These guys aren't the kind of people to cross twice. I already used up one of my nine lives and would like to keep the other ones thank you very much."
Olivia glared at Doug. There was already a strange atmosphere between them both. She could sense that Doug was in some way disapproving of her influence over Pacey and she felt that she had nothing to be ashamed of. Both of them were working on the same case and although there was quite a bit of "blurred boundaries" in their personal relationship, their professional relationship was all above board.
Doug had curtly greeted her on his and Pacey's return from their family reunion but she could instantly tell that she was the main topic of conversation between the brothers and it seemed a source of friction.
"I appreciate that you thought you were doing your job Sheriff, but Pacey was telling us about the Feds on your side and the investigation into Rob Jones.", she started off quite cool as she continued to fire off daggers in Doug's direction, "I would have at least waited until I would have had the whole facts from their investigation before choosing to throw your brother in the deep end of the pool," she continued, "Something that I will be asking this Assistant Director when he arrives. It seems Sheriff, that history is replaying itself and it's not the first time that I've had to remind you that it's better to gather as much information as possible before pursuing a certain course of action.", her voice became deadly cold as she was alluding to the events of ten years ago and Doug's habit of throwing Pacey into jail on spur of the moment decisions.
Doug DEFINITELY shifted uncomfortably in his chair and had the added discomfort of Walter adding to Olivia's remark.
"Pray that you never have to witness the evils of what too much power and too little political will can do to people Sheriff. "Guantanamo Bay" is an evil that should never befall your world as it has ours. I should hope that the people of this world choose to follow justice rather than torture. There are differences between our worlds Sheriff and I hope your world has more transparency than ours!".
Again, there was an uncomfortable silence as Doug let the words sink into his consciousness and took another sip of his coffee and turned his attention back to his brother.
"This Assistant Director is a good guy. Pacey, you said you trusted him when you met him for the first time. Give him a chance, go and talk to him and see what he says. We need all the help we can get. This is bigger than "Capeside" and that case from all those years ago. Pace?!", Doug looked at his brother and then around the table to the rest of his friends and hoped that Pacey would see sense along with the "Fringe" team and realise that the enormity of what they faced meant they had to trust the Feds.
The focus shifted to Pacey and he sat there realising that the weight of two worlds now currently rested on his shoulders and that what he chose to do next would influence future events for everyone sitting around this table. His past actions had brought him to this point in time and now there was a decision to make.
"We're with you Pacey, ultimately this is your side and your decision. Do we trust the people in charge here or do we do this alone?", Olivia turned to look at him.
Pacey decided that there wasn't much of a choice. Despite his brother's impatience and calling in the "Feds", he could see why Doug had done it. This had gone beyond the summer of ten years ago and beyond their expertise. Frankly, they needed some help and they needed to trust someone.
"Okay Doug, I'll meet with him. I'll see if we can get on the same page of dialogue and we'll take it from there", Pacey chose his words carefully and nodded.
It was time to give in gracefully.
Time to give in to the inevitable.
"The world is crashing down on me tonight,
The walls are closing in on me tonight.
Cause I know, this is the end of the beginning of the outbreak of love.
Yes I know…"
A short distance away, hidden from view by diners and a few large sun parasols, sat Corporal Chavez and three of Jones men. They were keeping up their own surveillance on the table that had the Witter brothers and the "Fringe Team" and they were meeting with their contact who was filling them in on the background to the case.
"The woman with the blonde hair, that's her. That's Olivia Dunham. The other people are Dr Bishop and Agent Farnsworth.", Chavez had their pictures on his phone screen in front of him and was making sure he familiarised himself with their intended target.
Their contact nodded, "It seems that Detective has done most of our work for us. Looks like he thought he was being smart by bringing them over here, in fact he just made it a hell of a lot easier. He even had to go running to his Sheriff big brother to get help!", the contact sneered as he let his contempt out for the two brothers show.
"We can easily follow them and see where they're staying. Should be simple enough. We brought enough gas to do the job. It's just a question of when. Shall we leave that to you?",
Chavez queried the man sitting opposite him.
The man's cell beeped with a text message which he quickly read.
"Back to the day job.", he grumbled and stood up, "I'll contact you when I know more. We have to be precise or the boss ain't gonna be happy."
Chavez nodded and watched the man leave. He let his other companions keep an eye on the table and listen to the audio surveillance coming in.
Sometimes it was better to know your targets inside and out. Despite the mundane task at hand, there was always some important information to be learned.
"Besides", thought the younger man, "It's a nice day. Better than being trapped on "underground" detail and time to work on that tan!", he leaned back in his seat and drank in the rays of the sun.
The mission could wait for the time being.
There was time enough before they had to meet the deadline and deliver their prize back to the Boss.
Back In Our Universe…
Peter Bishop felt that he wasn't alone again. This however felt more than a flashback to his childhood and it was more like someone trying to gain access into his innermost thoughts. A jabbing pain seemed to originate in his forehead and he couldn't shake this feeling that he had to try and investigate the source. Except that he wasn't really "awake" as such.
Inside his subconscious, Peter decided to try and project himself into a kind of holographic/mind projection and take matters into his own hands. After all, he had seen the "Matrix" dozens of times, how difficult could this be?. He concentrated and focussed his will power.
"HEY!", he found himself looking at his own hands in front of him and he pinched his arm. "Whoah, I'm solid enough…for a projection!", he felt the words escape his lips even though he hadn't really spoken them, practically THOUGHT them really.
Looking around, it seemed that there were colours and objects beginning to take form and he realised that he was back in the lab at "Harvard" except this lab looked a bit less chaotic than he remembered. "Why would I come here?", he wondered as he saw the tank pulse into this reality and he touched the rusty metal gently, marvelling at the life-like sensation that it brought to his fingers,
"This is where it all began. I had to show you the origin point. The start of the journey, that which is where all journeys must begin.", September's voice broke into his musings as he whirled round to see the Observer standing there and doing what he did best…OBSERVING.
"I might have known!", Peter stood there, hands on hips and a scowl etched on his face, "You left me with questions on our last encounter!", he moved forward, "I need answers to those questions!. Dammmit, you're going to give me those answers this time!".
"We must travel through your forgotten memories to gain those answers." September did not react to Peter's threatening manner but merely blinked and added, "Some memories have been repressed. It is time to retrieve those memories. Have you the courage to look at them Peter Bishop?".
Peter stopped in his tracks, the Observer's words had effectively provided a non-violent shield by which September could easily defend himself and left Peter without a form of attack.
"Okay.." Peter let a smirk play on his lips, "You win. What do you want to show me?. What little trip down memory lane have you planned for me this time?!".
"This is the best way to show you. If you care to follow me, I will guide you through your first memory, here to be precise." September let Peter step in front of him as the opening scene of the play began in earnest.
Peter could see himself as a child but lying down flat on a table whilst Walter was performing some tests on him. Walter must've sedated him as he was unresponsive and he lay perfectly still, almost at peace.
"Dr Bishop was conducting tests on you once he had made sure that you were clear of your illness. He knew that you were an identical copy of the son that he lost but there was one difference that he was about to discover that made you somewhat different from his Peter.", September looked over to Walter as the scientist was studying some results that he had taken from Peter's D.N.A sequence.
"Tests?. What kind of Tests?!", Peter stood back from this scene, he was trying not to let September see how this was affecting him. He felt empty and also queasy, if that was possible for a mind projection to feel this!.
September merely looked over to Walter as the scientist leaned back in his chair looking absolutely dumbstruck.
"My god!. D294H…my Peter was never a carrier of that genetic anomaly!", his hand ran through his hair and he looked again at the results in black and white to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating.
"D294H?!" Peter repeated, his brow furrowed, it seemed not entirely unfamiliar but yet he couldn't quite remember its significance. He looked at the scene before him once more, his child self lying there whilst Walter pondered the test results and he looked to September trying to piece together the puzzle.
He moved around to stand in front of Walter, "What does this mean Walter?!. What were you looking at?!", he was aware that Walter couldn't touch, hear or see him as this was a memory but Peter felt frustrated as he moved to the table where he lay unconscious to the world.
He stared hard at himself as a child. IF ONLY HE COULD TELL THAT KID WHAT HE KNEW NOW.
He bowed his head, his fists were clenched.
"Why do this?. Why now?. Why bring me here?!", his voice felt like that of the child he could see in front of him. Wanting answers and knowing in his heart of hearts that this was somewhere that LOOKED like home but wasn't.
Walter's voice broke into his thoughts, it was breathless, excited even as he spoke rapidly to himself in the deserted lab.
"Histidine Red!", were his first words, "A rare genetic gene carried by a small percentage of people in this world!. Why it must be more common in their world!. This Peter carries the gene, my Peter carried the R151C variant…Cysteine Red!", he clapped his hands together.
"But what to do with this knowledge!", he seemed torn in two, "I cannot let this Peter go through the upcoming trial at "Jacksonville" with Bellie and myself…I WILL NOT RISK ANOTHER VERSION OF MY SON FOR SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS!".
"My god!." Peter felt dizzy as he rubbed his temples, " The MC1-R variant that causes red-headedness and the three types of genetic mutation that can occur. I should have realised!. The "Cortexiphan" trials and the Rh -negative blood link…"
"Your father wanted to put you in the trial but realised that you were at least in this world, a rare genetic case and he could not lose you like he had the son that had passed recently. Forgive me for showing you this, but it was…" September hesitated, "Necessary and Important".
Peter took a step back, "No more of this…take me out of this place….No more!", he continued to back away, he felt the queasiness return and felt he was going to black out again.
Around him, the lab seemed to melt and ripple in front of his eyes and he found that the scene changed. He was in the Day care centre at "Jacksonville" and he was with his mother. September had brought him here...but for what exact purpose?.
"Where are you?!", he turned, searching every direction but not seeing the Observer anywhere. This time it seemed, he was alone. It seemed that September wasn't finished playing "Magical Mystery Tour" in his subconscious mind just yet and he decided to follow himself and his mother up the corridor to see what was happening in this next memory, that he could not remember.
Walter appeared out of his office to greet them and Peter for a moment felt a smile play on his lips as he saw his parents together. Despite all that had happened, it seemed that both of them were actually quite civil towards each other and although his mother and he had been reunited in the other universe, this was something different.
"I am twice blessed to a certain extent," he mused, it was good to see Walter in a different light as well, this memory seemed to agree with him more than the previous one and he felt himself relax more as he watched and listened.
"Peter was adamant that he wanted to see how she was doing. I think Olivia Dunham made an impression on him, Walter. Is she busy?.", he saw his mother give a little knowing smile to his father as she made her request.
"What?!. Olivia?!", Peter immediately came to his senses as soon as her name was mentioned, "Olivia and I never met as kids?!. Surely I would remember that!", he shook his head, "This can't be true!".
"But it is", September conveniently butted into the conversation, "Some days before, Olivia went missing and it was you that found her. The field of white tulips that you passed to get to the "Jacksonville" Day care centre and your mother told you the story of how the white tulips came to be planted there. It is another memory that you cannot recall.", the Observer appeared at his shoulder and added, "This is what you need in order to wake up and rejoin the world that you know. Watch and learn."
"So my son!", Walter's voice boomed out and he winked at young Peter, "You'd like to talk to Miss Dunham would you?!. I think that I can arrange that personally, if your mother and yourself care to follow me, I'll take you to her!".
Peter noticed that his younger self was checking something in his jacket and he wondered what on earth it was. Wryly he had to grin, even at this age it seemed, Walter was intent on playing matchmaker!. He followed the small party down the corridor to one of the dorms, it seemed that Olivia was here and not under the care of her step father and Peter wondered how Walter had managed this. His question was answered as if he had spoken it aloud as Walter filled in the blanks.
"Bellie and I are doing some special tests at the minute requiring some of the children to stay over a certain period of time on the premises. Considering young Olive's position with her step-father, I try to make sure Miss Dunham spends as much time here as possible. She responds better to this change of circumstances than I could ever imagine. I think you may see a change in her that signals her preference for spending as little time at home and more here. Olive has quite an enquiring scientific mind!", he beamed proudly.
"I still don't approve of this testing on children Walter. You and Dr Bell should have found willing adult volunteers or shut down this programme!", his mother objected, " I thank god that our Peter isn't involved in any of these tests!".
"Way to go Mom!", Peter cheered on his mother's feisty nature as he watched himself check inside his jacket once more as they stopped at a dorm door. What on earth was his child self up to?. Was he nervous at meeting Olivia?. It was puzzling and Peter decided that he was going to solve this mystery once and for all!.
Walter knocked on the door and opened it. "Olive?. There's someone here to see you."
Peter saw himself enter the room and his father say to him, "We'll be outside son, your mother and I have matters of great importance to discuss, but we'll be back shortly!".
"Damn!", cursed Peter, here indeed was a quandary. He would have liked to have eavesdropped on his parents and their topic of discussion, but then again…the chance to see Olivia and reclaim this memory for his own…there was only one decision to make.
He slipped into the room before Walter shut the door and decided that this was the path that this memory had to travel. He needed to know what exactly he had said to Olivia all those years ago within this long, forgotten memory that was now showing him part of his missed childhood. Except of course, he was a kid here, a very different Peter Bishop to the adult version and painfully aware that his kid self was trying to put his inner insecurities to the sword whilst in the presence of this younger version of Olivia.
"Even at this age!", mused Peter as he saw his child self smile hesitantly in this Olivia's direction, "She's got that something that I can never quite describe. She's making my younger self nervous!".
"Hi there!", Peter stepped forward nervously as Olivia stood up from her sitting position on her bunk bed, "I wanted to see if you were okay after what happened…you know…in the tulip field…I..I..", he nervously reached into his jacket…"I got my mom to stop by the tulips…I…um…I got you one…".
Olivia Dunham stood there with her mouth agape as she set her eyes on both the flower and the boy who brought it to her. She had secretly hoped that she would see him again. He had given her the one thing that her life lacked which was hope.
Hope that things, no matter if they were small or larger worries could be made better by having someone come along and tell her it might just be okay if she just trusted someone.
"Peter?!", her face lit up, "You got that especially for me?", she couldn't really believe that this boy with the intense blue eyes and a mop of sometimes unruly brown hair had actually brought this flower with her in mind.
Peter noticed that his younger self was actually blushing, "I thought you might miss seeing the flowers so I thought I'd bring one to you. My dad said you had a series of tests they were doing, so I thought if you can't get to the field then I should bring at least one bit of the field to you!", younger Peter was finding that his confidence was growing as soon as he saw her again and held out the flower.
"Way to go kid!", Peter Bishop the elder stood leaning against the wall and thought that his younger self was doing quite well so far!. "Not bad for a beginner!".
His eyes flickered over to the young Olivia Dunham. Sorrow and regret flickered across his face, she looked lost and lonely this young girl. He could see a faded bruise on her cheekbone and shook his head, "Damn that stepfather of hers for doing that to a kid!", anger replaced those other emotions as Peter's emotions flared briefly.
"Thanks Peter, it's beautiful!", Olivia took the flower from his younger self and Peter noticed that their hands brushed each others in the passing and he saw it was Olivia's turn to blush.
After a brief but awkward silence, Peter ventured, " So how are things?. I hear my Dad talk about you and he says that he spoke to your step-father." he shifted uncomfortably, "If it's still bad, tell me and I'll get him to do something!".
"Thanks, but it's okay, really it's not so bad!", Olivia it seemed spoke too quickly and without hesitating, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that it was actually okay.
Peter sat down on the bunk bed and Olivia sat beside him, " Is that why my dad insists that you stay here for as many tests as possible, so that you don't have to go home?", Peter looked at her straight in the eye.
Olivia turned away, her long blonde hair, shielded her features from both their scrutiny. Older Peter wondered how she could keep all this hurt and pain locked up deep inside her. No wonder that she had the abilities that she had, the pain and hurt ran so deep. It was etched in her very soul and even at this tender age, he could not help but admire her strength and her courage. Even in this situation, she was trying to deflect her emotions away from the truth of the situation by finding another avenue of conversation to follow.
"You shouldn't really talk about me Peter. What's been happening with you?.", she turned back to face him, her eyes filled with tears and unwilling to open up to him, even way back then.
Younger Peter sighed, it seemed he couldn't take this quest any further and decided just to give in gracefully and answer her question.
"Me?. I'm okay. I'm much better than I was. I was sick for some time and my parents thought that I might not make it…but here I am!"…he finished with a big trademark grin, "My dad cured me…", he frowned, the grin disappearing rapidly, "But I can't remember much…I try to...but it's all fuzzy even distorted….like looking through a mirror like you get in a fairground…I get nightmares sometimes…I don't sleep too well.." he shrugged not wanting to elaborate any further.
"I get nightmares too," Olivia confessed, "Sometimes I think I can see my future, I'm having to do things that I don't want to and that scares me".
Younger Peter turned to look at her, "What kind of tests are they Olivia?. If it scares you then you don't have to do them."
Olivia sighed, " The ones I do for Doctor Bishop are okay. I got to do ones with the other Doctor and his assistant…they're different tests…something that I can't really talk about…".
Older Peter moved away instinctively from the wall towards them as there was a knock on the door. He couldn't help if that was Walter and his wonderful sense of timing!. Always choosing the most inappropriate moment to interrupt a conversation with his own observations!. He was about to let a comment fly when his features darkened when he saw who it was.
"Miss Dunham, Dr Bell sent me to get you. He's ready to start the next round of tests", came the untrustworthy and unmistakably slimy tones of the young lab assistant who was David Robert Jones. Even at this younger age, Peter Bishop seemed to tense up on the bunk beside the younger Olivia as the lab assistant refused to give them any further personal time than was necessary. Something about that man made his skin crawl even at that early age!.
"Get away from her!", Peter Bishop tried to grab at the younger Jones but failed to make contact with any part of him, he momentarily forgot that he was witnessing a memory as his hand sailed through the man as he wasn't flesh and blood.
"I gotta go Peter, it was nice to see you again!", Olivia stood up and gazed at the young boy, "If you happen to be around the neighbourhood…" she trailed off and her green eyes met his, she seemed to be suggesting that he should visit her again and soon..
Young Peter, his disgust at the lab assistant temporarily pushed to the furthermost reaches of his mind, could do nothing except smile and nod his head…"UH….Yeah!…I…I..WILL!", he finally stuttered out as Jones seemed intent on ushering his charge out the door as quickly as possible.
The last young Peter Bishop ever saw of Olivia Dunham was those sparkling green eyes and a small smile crease her lips as she turned her head and gave him a last longing look before leaving with the young David Robert Jones.
"DAMN YOU JONES!", Peter raced after the both of them with tears threatening his eyes as he saw that last look that Olivia had shared with his younger self.
He tried again to grab Jones, which failed as before, then he tried to block their path so that they couldn't pass by but instead they both walked right through him. Finally, frantic and desperate to do anything to stop this man taking Olivia from him, he tried to charge them and grab Olivia from his clutches…even that too was doomed to fail.
Jones and young Olivia continued their walk down the corridor, whilst a defeated Peter Bishop sank to his knees and bowed his head in defeat. He was powerless to stop or influence anything that was being shown to him.
"You cannot change what was. You can change what could be.", September's voice brought his mind back to the present. The scene had faded from view and instead Peter found himself back in that hotel lobby in Iraq watching himself squaring up to Agent Olivia Dunham and noticing that in the background there was a bunch of tulips sitting in a vase on the front reception desk, the memory seemed to be taunting him and playing symphonies with his heart-strings and conscious.
He remembered the conversation as he saw both of them now grown up and unaware of their past meetings…snippets of conversation…
"I'm going to beg you as one human being to another.."
"I know why you're here…I have your file, the one the F.B.I says doesn't exist.."
"Wake Up Peter Bishop. You have your answers. Go to your Olivia and save her."
September's words echoed off the walls of his mind and Peter felt the scene spin in front of him. He felt like he was drowning and was trying to get to the surface to breathe… he could try and take a breath…there was a light in front of him and that's where he headed for…that was his way out.
"OLIVIA!"…
His voice echoed off the stark white walls of the lab of "Massive Dynamic" as he sat bolt upright in the half lighted room as alarms started to go off and he opened his eyes and took in a long awaited deep breath.
Somehow he had come back.
Peter Bishop had completed his journey and was back in the real world once again.
"Oh I want Life,
Life wants me
To breath in it's love.
Take me, I'm yours,
Now I'm comin' up for air…"
Okay, there's not so much music this chapter but the Chapter title and lyric is by "Erasure" and a song called "Breath Of Life" from the CD entitled "Chorus". Or check out any of their "Greatest Hits" releases, brilliant band and I hope they go on forever!. We all need a bit of "Erasure" in our lives!.
Second lyric comes from "Midnight Oil", a band which I've mentioned before and a song called "Outbreak Of Love" which came from their "Sun and Earth and Moon" Cd release and possibly one of the greatest tracks they ever wrote bar "Truganini" and they were a great band who had quite a lot to say in their lyrics which drew me to them. Better than the usual crop of bands that just sing the same old stuff looking through rose-tinted glasses all the time!.
Anyway, ladies and gents, there WILL be the return of Peter Bishop to the story-line from now on. It doesn't bode well keeping him out the narrative for too long and it's time he was back!.
I got the information regarding the three types of "red haired" gene from a BBC SCOTLAND report I found on-line which gave the statistics and percentages of the gene carrying populace of the UK alone.
I'll explain more later but suffice to say the smallest and largest group, I decided to reverse to show the differences between the universes.
I took a different vantage point on the whole RH-NEG bloodline and focussed on the red haired aspect and up cropped this information on my travels.
Strangely enough information on "Cysteine/ Tryptophan- Red" is readily available if you dig deep enough, "Histidine-Red" however is practically non-existent. Time to call in "Sherlock Holmes" methinks!.
The past flashbacks, I decided to base on what we've already seen in "Fringe" and I can't believe that Peter and Olivia would only meet the once!. The white tulips are something that had to be mentioned and are integral to Peter and Olivia's early connection and maybe POSSIBLE future events?!.
Plenty more twists and turns to come yet. Thanks for staying with this story…
PROGENESIS: "Crossing The Styx". Chapter Twenty Five: "Breath Of Life".