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Olivia
Three weeks, I'd been captured on this side for three weeks now. Walternate was true to his word, surprisingly, I was given a better room. I was more convinced than ever that I had been put in a high security mental prison. My new room had a bared window, padded walls, a cot, and a small private bathroom area, nothing else. I had control over my light, for the most part, there was no covering on the window, but there was a light switch.
My food had improved slightly, but only slightly. There will also now pills I was given daily, I didn't prevent the pills at first, as I was just so mentally ill. Then, it occurred to me, I didn't need Peter to save me, I could save myself. I just needed to get my ability to work, then, I could send myself home. I was sure now, that the pills were to somehow prevent me from accessing my ability, so, I was not going to take one more pill.
Peter
The tattoo had been the perfect proof, it convinced Broyles, along with some of my observations and a few of his own. The only problem was now what do we do?
Broyles decided that the best thing was to let her believe that we knew nothing, to let her believe that she was successful. By doing this, she could maybe lead us to any remaining shapeshifters, and could buy us time. If the Other Side had no idea we were on to their switch, then things would be better for Olivia.
Though I agreed with Broyles, that doing this would keep Olivia safe until we could figure out how to cross over, it was slowly killing me. I hated having to spend so much time with this imposter, who reminded me how much I missed the real Olivia, and how much I needed her to be happy. At least the imposter had stopped trying to flirt with me, almost as if someone had told her not too.
Olivia
Walternate came to see me again, only I had to keep remembering to call him 'Mr. Secretary', which was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
"Olivia. How are doing today?" He asked me, actually entering the room instead of standing outside of the door.
"Much better, thank you Mr. Secretary." I answered politely, when all I really wanted to do was strangle the man.
"That is good to hear. I was hoping that would be willing to tell me a little more about my son today. I wouldn't want to have you put back where in that horrible room." He said his words so sweetly, but I could sense the malice behind them.
"What you like to know, sir?" I answered, as if I hadn't heard the threat, that in the drugged mind he expected me to have, I shouldn't have heard it.
"You've worked with Peter a long time, would you consider yourselves friends?" I could see what he was really after in his question.
"Yes, we are very good friends." I answered, not lying, but giving him the closeness that Peter and I really shared, "We trust each other with our lives."
"Are their secrets in your life that only the two of you know about?" He asked, he was looking for something that he could give the other me so that she could use it as proof that she was me.
"Oh, yes, there definentaly is." I took the moment to play drugged and looked around the room, like I was daydreaming.
"Olivia, can you please try to focus." I looked at him, and he smiled, "That's a good girl. Can you tell me one of these secrets?"
"No, cause then it wouldn't be a secret." I told him, and I was having fun messing with him, letting him think I was super drugged up, when really, I hadn't taken a pill in four days.
"What if I promise to never tell another soul?" He moved a little closer to me as he asked, I took every nerve I had to not cringe.
"I guess then it would be alright." I agreed, and made a point to try thinking hard about a secret I had told Peter, when I really actually to pick which one would be the perfect thing to tell the Secretary, and then I got exactly what secret I needed to change, "When I was little. My stepfather would bet my mother, and I just couldn't take it anymore. So, I took the gun that was kept in the house, and one night when he came back from a long night of getting drunk, I shot him when he walked through the door, and I killed him."
"And only Peter knows this?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. Not even my sister knows, she was too young at the time. I don't even think there is anything about it in my FBI file, but I could be wrong about that." I told him and yawned, faking being tired in hopes that we would leave me alone.
"Well, I will let you rest. Thank you very much for the talk Olivia. I'll see you again soon." He said and left, thankfully he didn't try to touch me, I don't think I could have handled that.
Peter
I was really getting sick of this pretending, it was slowly driving me crazy. All I could think about was what those bastards were doing to Olivia when this fake got to roam around free. I really just wish there was a way that I could know she was okay, that she was still alive.
I walked into the office to get a cup coffee, and noticed that Alterolivia was looking upset, and to not blow my knowledge, I asked, "Is something wrong Liv?"
"No, Peter, everything is fine." She said, but I could see that it wasn't, she obviously wanted to tell me something, so I might as well let her.
"That isn't true. Now, what is bothering you?" I insisted, and hoped that this was worth my time.
"I had a dream last night, about when I shot my stepfather." She told me, I found it hard to believe that had happened on both sides, but I didn't stop her, "When he was dying, all I could think was thank god it was over. I still don't feel at all guilty about killing him, even after all these years and all I have seen. Does that make me a bad person?"
There is was, the clue I'd been waiting for, she was talking to me like she knew I knew this already. Olivia was alive, and she'd given Alterolivia's informant wrong information, just to let me know that she okay. "No, Liv, that doesn't make you bad person. Just like I told you before, you did what you had to do, no one can blame you for protecting your mother."
"Thanks Peter. I'll just have to do my best to remember it this time." She said and smiled at me, "You are such a great friend."
"Don't get all mushy on me Dunham. I need you to be strong, just remember, he can't hurt you anymore." I told her, and walked out of the office. My resolve to get Olivia back had never been greater, neither had my loathing of the woman that looked just like her.
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