It was a late night. Rachel and Ella were out, and Peter and Olivia had the house to themselves. They were kissing on the couch. Olivia thought that they would be getting somewhere, when Peter pulled away.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he said, nervously.

"Of course I am." she smiled.

"Okay, it's just that…I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or something."

"Peter, I'm fine." she said, getting slightly impatient. Suddenly, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"Um, Olivia…" he said, still nervous.

"Yes, Peter?"

"I've never said this to a girl, but…I love you. I—I really love you. I just want you to know that."

"Peter…" Tears were welling up in her eyes. She was crying.

"Olivia—Olivia, don't cry. I'm sorry. Was it too soon to say that? I'm sorry, Olivia." he ran his hands through his hair.

That's not what Olivia was crying about. She had to tell him. She HAD to. She couldn't stand to see Peter-sweet, sweet Peter-so in love, and not with her, and know that the other Olivia was locked up somewhere in another universe, and it was her fault. She could never hurt him. Screw her job, screw The Secretary. She had to do what was right. Stupid Olivia, DON'T do it, the voice in her head repeated to herself over and over again, but she only listened to her heart.

"Peter…" she said again, through what was now full-fledged sobs.

"Don't you feel the same way, too?" he tried to comfort her.

"No—I love you, too, it's just…"

"Just what? What did I do? Can you just tell me, Olivia? You're making me worry."

"Please don't be mad at me Peter, please don't hurt me, please…" she choked through sobs.

"Olivia—you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, I won't be mad."

"I love you, but—but I'm not her." she hid her face in her hands and cried.

"Wha—what?" he laughed, as if it were some kind of joke.

"I'm not…I'm not Olivia."

"That's—that's crazy. Of course you're Olivia, how could you not be—"

And then she saw it, in his eyes. She saw the thing she was most afraid of seeing. Rage, anger, and most of all, the bitter, bitter feeling of pain and hurt.

"Please…please tell me you're joking. Please tell me you're lying, Olivia…please." she saw tears roll down his cheeks as she cried.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I'm sorry!" she sobbed.

Suddenly, she was standing with her back against the wall and his gun pressed against her forehead.

"Peter, please don't do this. Can we talk about this, Peter?"

"Oh, WE'RE gonna TALK, alright…"

"Peter—Peter, I can explain!"

"You have ten seconds to answer this question or I swear I will pull this trigger…"

"Okay, ask me whatever you want, Peter—just—just don't shoot!"

"Is Olivia ALIVE or not?"
"Yes—YES, she's alive. I don't have any proof, but I know Walter wouldn't kill her. He's probably using her—"

"Using her for WHAT?"

"I don't know, um, he said something to me, before I left, about experimenting on her."

Peter lowered his gun as her breathing trembled. He put his hands over his face. Olivia knew he was crying. She was, too. Again.

"Peter…I'm so sorry, Peter. I'll help you, I promise. We'll find her."

He looked up at her with tears streaming down his face. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" he yelled. "What kind of sick bitch are you? To just—to just come and pretend to be her, and think you'd get off easy? You're just going to lock up Olivia somewhere in another universe?"

"Don't just get mad at me, you want to know who's really responsible? Your FATHER. That's who did this."

"Don't you even dare call that man my father. He might be my father, but he isn't a father to me. The man I call Dad—he—he would never do anything as sick and disgusting as this."

Peter walked off into another room, leaving Olivia sitting against the wall, crying. She couldn't believe herself. How could she have done that? They didn't deserve it. How could Walter want to hurt his own son? She had watched him spend so much time and effort trying to find him, and then he finally finds him, and he decides that he is going to destroy his home, and everyone he loves? Why the hell did she even take this job? Why did she even work for that son of a bitch? All he wanted to do was make money and destroy the other universe. She couldn't believe that, not too long ago, she wanted to do the exact same thing. She had been exactly like he was-but not anymore. This was going to end now. Whatever it took, she was going back to her universe and killing that asshole.

Hope you all enjoyed the first two chapters! More to come! :) xoxo