oh my gosh! i went from 2 reviews to 11? someone tell me, what did i do right? That is like the biggest jump EVER! so i'm completely flattered and in love with every single one of those reviews and you reviewers. gosh you are so amazingly sweet and lovely! As promised, i bring a shiny new chapter. So it does get confusing, but i know what i'm doing and i promise (STORY SPOILER COVER YOUR EYES HERE) that peter isn't this mean the entire tale (UNCOVER YOUR EYES NOW)

andddddddd here we go, onto chapter three

Rated T, language again.

Summary: Meet Peter Bishop, who seemed to have changed for the worse over time?

if i owned this, i would never have thought of a vagenda carrying woman called alt-olivia whose vagenda target is Peter. There would only be peter babies and Olivia children. :D

Lauren felt as if she slept for days. When she finally felt awake, she stretched her body, feeling the ache of being cramped close in a tight ball, the same feeling she got when she felt like she overslept. As she shifted her legs she came into contact with something warm at the base of her bed. Her eyes flew open quickly and then shut at the invasion of light. She groaned and then opened them again, staring at the man that sat on her bed.

He was a well-dressed man with a strong face, rounded out at the bottom yet still defined. He was older but not old, around her mothers age of 50 or so. His eyes were piercing green, the same piercing that the man that claimed to be her grandfather had. He was dressed in a slimming grey suit with a blue shirt, his hand resting on her calf. Instantly she pulled it away, not wanting to touch this man. Could it be possible this was her father?

"Lauren?" he tried gently, taking in her features. She looked just like her mother, a strong face and green seas for eyes, filled with a haunted look. Her hair was different, a slight curl and a shade of brown that matched his own. Her green eyes were lined by thick dark lashes while her cheeks where dusted with freckles that he had counted on her mother, many many years ago.

"You're dead," Lauren stated. The man nearly rolled his eyes.

"Well that's a fabulous way to greet me," he answered her. Lauren straightened up.

"I know who you are," Lauren said, "But you're dead. You died before I was born."

Peter recoiled. After 23 years of searching for his daughter from the other side and Olivia told her that he had died? Why couldn't she have told her he left? The pain that Olivia thought him dead resounded through his body but he would not let it show, he could not let it show.

"You look so much like her," he said, letting his opinion slip past his façade. He hadn't spoken his mind in years and suddenly here was a daughter he never met and he spoke his mind to her like she would understand. She would never understand though. He wanted to reach out and touch her face or her hair. He wanted to be reminded of Olivia. But she recoiled.

"What do you want from me," she whispered, "Why did you have me kidnapped?"

"Things are never simple when it comes to you," he said, standing abruptly and turning on his heel, "It was never simple with your mother."

"Why did you have me kidnapped?" she tried again, her tone direct and fierce.

"I had to get you here," he said, folding his arms behind his back, "And there wasn't any other option."

"A phone call maybe? A letter? In the modern era there are many forms of communication. Have you tried texting, way better than kidnapping."

"It's not that simple!" he said angrily with the girl. Lauren narrowed her eyes at him, a silent threat she no doubt learned from her mother. He sighed in defeat.

"I've wanted to see you for so long," he said, making his way back to the bed where she was now sitting up in, "But I couldn't. It was not safe. You don't know how many days I've thought about your mother and you over there, alone in a world I wasn't in-"

"Over there?" Lauren asked, her tone cruel yet curious.

"The other universe," he said easily. Lauren looked at him as if her were crazy. "I know, it sounds insane, but believe me when I tell you this. You can't go home. You're stuck here, in this world. It's the same as yours, but there are some changes, some of them are small, others are fairly large. I grew up in your world, so I know the differences. But since you've come over here now, you won't be able to get back."

"But you're from here and my mom and I are from there…." She trailed, waiting for his explanation.

"Many years ago, I fell in love with your mother. But I didn't belong here. The universes were unbalanced. You world was close to exploding because I was there. So your mother made the ultimate choice. She tricked me into returning so that you could have a life, a chance to be born. And I never met you," he said, telling a story that weaved just enough truth with just enough lie. "So I searched for you. And since you are born of both worlds, you can live in both universes without worrying about balance."

"You left my mother?" she asked angrily, "Just like that, you let her trick you into leaving and you didn't fight to come back?"

"Lauren you have to understand it was to sav-"

"I understand," Lauren said angrily, untwisting herself from the sheets, "You kidnapped me and brought me here because you wanted me!"

"Lauren," he said, "Please, calm down. Let me take you to our home, I can explain the rest there." He paused, his gaze calculating her next move. She had nowhere to go. She would not be returning home to her world, he had made his mind up about that.

"You don't want to stay in this hospital room forever, do you?" he tried, an eyebrow raised. Lauren huffed.

"No," she answered, "But I don't really want to go with you."

"Come, I'll give you some clothes to change into."

Lauren made her ay over to him where he picked up her arm gently. Peter pulled the I.V. needle from her arm and opened the door, letting her out in front of him. She waited and then followed him down the hall of the empty building, the white halls making her feel confined and restricted.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"My private hospital," he answered, opening the door to the building. She gazed outside, taking in the world. She was in Seattle, but there was no fog. Sandy beaches and hot sun greeted her. She was strangely confused by the weather pattern. Peter sensed her reserve and smiled gently.

"The weather patterns have switched here," he began, "So the current flows backwards. This is the same weather that exists in L.A. in your world. L.A. here is like Seattle."

He brushed past her and toward the limo, opening the door for her. "We have a private plane to catch," he said. Lauren tentatively entered the car where she was greeted by a pile of clothing. She picked it up and looked at it, rolling a red shirt between her fingers.

"It's the same size as your mother," he said with ease, "Her favorite color too," he lied. He scooted across the seats to face the rear of the limo. She was about to ask why when he put up the divider in the middle of the limo, giving her the privacy she needed to change. Grateful, she stripped and changed into the clothes he handed her, finding they fit well. Finding a blue button she pressed it and the divider went down to reveal her father, a leg draped casually over the other. He smiled at her. She gave him an uneasy smile back.

"If I can cross over," Lauren said, "Surely she can too?"

Peter frowned and sighed, his mind already working another easy lie.

"It works the same way as I did," he began, "She can't come over here, just as I couldn't have gone over there."

"But you did."

"But I did," he replied, "And I almost destroyed the worlds. Both of them."

"So if she were to cross over," Lauren began, "She could do the same thing."

"Yes."

For Lauren, that didn't sit right. She felt as if her father weren't telling her the whole story. She watched him through narrow eyes as he gazed out the window. He was lying, she could tell. She didn't know what he was lying about, but she knew it was something big, something important. She felt the car slow and she too looked out the window into the private airport. A large brown plane sat waiting for them, a symbol that looked like a presidential seal on the outside. As they drove closer she read DOD, department of Defense. She looked at her father and then the plane. Was her father the secretary of defense here?

"Since you said you came form over here," she asked as they stopped, "What happened to you, over there?"

"My father from over there," he spat, "Kidnapped me from here when I was very young. It was because I was sick both here and there and I had died over there. So he came here and stole me."

"When did you find out you were from over here?" she asked as they slid out of the car.

"A few years before you were born," he lied, "But I had already met your mother and fell in love wit her."

"Where did you meet?"

"A bar," he lied, climbing the steps to the airplane, "I was the bartender and she came in after work. It was love at first sight."

He turned his back and climbed into the plane. Lauren frowned. That story sounded rehearsed. She climbed up into the plane behind her father and entered the cabin, only to be greeted by a man with reddish hair and green eyes. He was perhaps a year or two older than her and he looked similar to her father. Lauren figured it out instantly. It was her brother. But her mother only had her. She never had a sibling. She knew it for a fact.

"Lauren," Peter said sitting down, "I'd like you to meet your older brother James."

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