Rebuilding

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(Olivia, The Box, The Plateau, Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep, Amber 31422, 6955 kHz, The Abducted, Entrada, Marionette promo).

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe...Olivia would have made it home with Peter in Over There Part 2 instead of this insanity


A year had passed, Olivia recovered and got a new apartment as well as returned fully to her job. A year since coming back on her own but at the same time, she began to experience oddities that she came to know as her other latent abilities and soon she was an unstoppable force...no need for a gun and her weapons of nature.

As for her relationship with Peter, things recovered very slowly. Trust was something he had to win back with her to begin something but the love was always there, never ceasing or disappearing just as he never ran. He helped her come into her abilities, his touch one of the only things that calmed her and his voice, a specialized phrase they came up with, her only form of 'stop' button.


The two ran after a suspect, down an alley and Olivia was faster as always, however her abilities increased her speed slightly. Peter struggled to keep up but managed due to the runs he and Olivia did regularly to test her speed.

"FBI STOP!"

The suspect kept on running and Peter finally noticed the gate at the end of the alley was open and could be closed from a distance with Olivia's ability.

"Olivia, the gate!"

Olivia stopped as did Peter, he rested his hands on his knees as he bent over, he looked up to see Olivia staring at the gate, waiting for the suspect to get close before using her telekinesis to close it shut, knocking their suspect on his back.


Using her teleportation skills, Olivia disappeared and reappeared feet away from their suspect. She cuffed him as Peter walked over. "You're under arrest," she pulled the man up and they began walking back to the SUV.

"I have to say, your running is getting better but the no gun thing," Peter looked at her, slowly regaining his breathe, "you might want to use it for stage or at least let me carry one."

"Not likely, after the Penn Station incident, Broyles said you'd never get a gun even if you were and I quote 'one hell of a shot' so I'd stop asking."

Peter chuckled, "oh come on, I had a good reason to shoot...I mean, your twin sister was just dying to get shot when she pulled that stunt. Not that it did any harm, I mean next time you're playing around and I' left defenseless...what am I supposed to do, use a crowbar again because that worked so well the last two times or how about a metal rod, that worked well the last three or how about the time when I got my ass kicked by some guy because I was defenseless."

"Shut it Bishop, Broyles has said no and I said no so drop it."

Their suspect shook his head, "will you lovebirds just stop, you act like an old married couple...its plain creepy."

"No, you know what's creepy...you doing what you did, I mean taking hands and using them for crimes...seriously, who puts on gloves made of other people's hands?"


Back at the lab, after a long day, Olivia was laying in the tank thinking as she normally did. It was empty, no water or salt...they'd removed it after she crossed over but from time to time, to gain control of her abilities especially when she fought so hard to control them, she'd shut herself away in the quietness of the tank to think.

The doors to the tank opened and Olivia opened her eyes to see Peter looking down at her. "That rough of a day?"

"Yeah, five more minutes."

He nodded, "that's about the time I need to get Walter ready to go home. I told him that I'm taking you out to dinner tonight so..."

"The doors Bishop."


Peter chuckled and shut the doors, Olivia closed her eyes and began to regain control of her abilities. After five minutes she opened her eyes to see herself in her old apartment, looking into the bathroom to see her alternate holding something in her hand...a pregnancy test.

"Project Gemini is complete." Her alternate smiled and threw the test in the trash can, "sorry Peter but in the end, it won't matter...only one world can survived and if you won't come back..."

Olivia closed her eyes and opened them, hoping to be home only to see herself in the apartment she had lived in when she was on the other side. She found her alternate carrying a baby in her arms, the baby couldn't be older then two months at most.

On the fridge was a picture of her alternate, the baby and Lincoln, not Frank and she wondered why. Olivia turned at the sound of Lincoln's voice, "babe I'm back."

Alt-Livia looked at him, smiling as he kissed her. "Hey, so how was it...the case, I'm dying to come back."

"It was eventful but you have more important things to do right now. How's my big boy?" Lincoln took the baby, "how's Mr. Bishop this afternoon?"

The baby just smiled and Alt-Livia chuckled, "he finally took a nap...hard to believe he'll save the world one day. I got some housework done."

"You housework?" Lincoln chuckled, "so you finally figured out how to clean the house?"

She nodded, "shut up, why do you think its so clean when you come over? Loosing Frank to smallpox right after coming back made me realize that nothing was going to get done unless I did it so I learned. But having James," she took the baby, "made it all the easier to want to learn."

"I saw a picture of him, his father...looks like him." Lincoln chuckled, "I can see why you fell for the guy."

Alt-Livia sighed, "that's all in the past, as for James' father...I hope you're the only father he knows, one that's sweet and kind and patient. It doesn't take DNA to be a father but love and care and I know he has it with you." She chuckled, "I mean, what guy would take on a woman who is pregnant with another man's child after her fiancé dies only for it not to be her fiancé's child?"

"I would," he leaned down and kissed her, "but for all intents and purposes, the man is an ass for giving you up...even for her. I honestly don't see what she had versus you...you save the world and she just wrecks other worlds."

"The only link James has to him is his last name but only because the Secretary wanted him to have the Bishop name. Peter Bishop maybe the sperm donor but you're the father."


Olivia gasped and closed her eyes, opening them again before finding herself in the tank. She got out quickly and made her way over to find Peter pulling on his jacket. "Hey, you look...what's wrong?"

She shook her head, "I saw the past and the present, it had to deal with her."

"What did you see?"

She looked at him, "I saw her taking a pregnancy test over here...it was positive. I then saw a vision of over there, she had a baby and he looked just like you. She confirmed it by talking to her boyfriend about it...saying you were the father but the baby was created specifically for the Vacuum."

Peter took a breathe, "are you sure?"

"I've never been wrong about them since they began, all of the visions have happened or happen shortly after they come. Peter..."

He pulled her into his arms, "it doesn't matter, we can't do anything now about it and honestly I don't want to." He kissed her head, "I finally have moved on, we both have and I don't want to go back to that."

"But your son?"

Peter pulled back and looked at her, "my son...I can't be a father to him, because he's over there and I'm over here. I only hope that one day he makes the right choice."


Over There


Olivia Dunham stood in her kitchen making dinner, her son in her arms. The two month old was crashed against her chest finally asleep.

A kiss made her turn, she found Lincoln kissing her cheek and placing his hand on the baby's head, kissing it.

Olivia thought about the last year, everything had changed and not just her pregnancy. Frank had gotten infected with a unique strain of smallpox in North Texas and it had killed him before a cure could be developed.

He'd never learned of her pregnancy or knew about her going over to the other side and her alternate taking her place. His last few days with her, meaning her alternate, had been happy or so she believed.

It crushed her, out of everything, she nearly lost the baby due to the shock but he was saved by a miracle. That miracle also meant her life had been saved and in her hours of bed rest at the DODH, Lincoln visited her everyday. They discussed their tiny affair from when right after she joined Fringe Division and before he found out about Frank. In the end, he admitted he had fallen for her and still did love her and wanted to be there for her and the baby.

He held her hand through the entire delivery and was there to cut the cord, taking on the roll of Dad immediately. They'd only been together six months but it felt like a lifetime already, it didn't feel that way with Frank or Peter but she knew what Peter felt for his Olivia now...an endless love. She'd cross worlds to get Lincoln back and in that she knew...he was her soul mate.


James Lincoln Bishop was born and almost immediately the Secretary showed up to see him.

Lincoln sat beside her as they watched the Secretary examine James, holding her hand as the man judged her son. In the end, he was 'perfect' as the Secretary had said and handed him back to her and said he'd visit soon.

He did, once every week he insisted on seeing James, evaluating him when he did. Olivia's suspicions of the Secretary began to grow when he told her about the Vacuum but failed to inform her that her son would die in it...she knew this from being on the other side.

He wanted to wait only six years, stating that James would be strong enough at six to take on the task. However, Olivia knew her son was in mortal danger...her views had changed months before.


"Hey babe." Lincoln took the sleeping infant, "out already, what did this guy do today that tuckered him out already?"

"We visited the Secretary."

Lincoln knew from what she had told him that the man was vengeful over his lost son and that his son chose the other side and another Olivia instead of his home. He also knew what the man had planned for James, the tiny boy had become his son and he'd protect him just as much as Olivia would.

"I see why," he looked at her, "that actually looks edible...when did you learn to cook?"

"Had to, apparently the other me knew how to cook so I had to learn to cook to pass myself off as her." She held up a spoon, "taste it...I promise it won't kill you."

He took a taste and chuckled before kissing her. "Perfect like you, why don't I go put him down and we can sit down to dinner. I'll tell you all about the case today."

"Sounds good." She kissed him and smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too Liv, you and James are my life and I will protect you both."

A/N: So her view is changing as her son grows and as she grows, maybe she'll do the right thing after all. Next is five years in the future right before the Secretary wants to use James