Chapter 22 – Even

"Olivia. We found this lerking around the staircase. We assume he was coming for you." John's voice echoed through her mind as she watched them drag an unconcious Peter in front of her feet. Bloodied and broken.

Finally finding her voice, Olivia turned to face the three men. "So what of it?" Her voice was harsh as she spoke.

"What would you like us to do with him?" John spoke again.

Sighing very loudly and exaggerated Olivia bent down to Peter's level and looked at him, "Must I do everything myself? Why do I surround myself with people who can not think for themselves?" Placing her left hand around Peter's throat, Olivia lifted him into the air so his feet were dangling off the ground.

As if on instinct, Peter's eyes opened and his hand shot up to this throat, trying to pry Olivia's off his neck. Olivia had more strength than he could imagin, she seemed to be having no trouble what so ever holding him in the air with one hand at his throat and the other by her side.

Gasping for air Peter knew his last option was to try and talk to her, after all she's turned her back on everything else in the world, he could only try and make her remember who he was.

"That's it Olivia, this is where you belong. Finish him and help us finish the rest of it." John's voice echoed through her mind.

"Olivia…please…you have to remember…it's me, Peter." Peter could feel darkness taking over once more and so with his last breath he spoke the words he longed to have told her before she had been triggered, "Olivia…you belong with me." His voice trailed off and then darkness came over him.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as she tired to shut out the words that Peter had spoken. You belong to me…The words echoed in her mind, bringing back memories of the words leaving her mouth.

Sudden realisation of everything that was going on around her and who she actually was. Olivia gasped and dropped Peter to the ground. Falling to her knees at the same time she crawled to Peter's side.

"Peter, please wake up. Please." Olivia whispered in his ear, trying to arouse him with no luck.

"Olivia, come on, let's finish it!" John's voice was angry and forceful. Three steps and he was at her side. Grabbing her arm just under the shoulder. Dragging her up from her kneeling position, he pulled her to the SkyDeck again.

"Finish it!" John's hand was beginning to bruise her arm and Olivia was now angry. Forcing herself to turn and face him and Justin, who was now standing in the corner, afraid of her.

"NO!" renching her arm from John's grip. Justing began to cry out in pain behind them both and as John turned to face him, Justin went up in flames. Olivia then turned her attention to John. He took a step backwards, trying to get away from Olivia. With a cock of her eyebrow, she focussed all her engery on him and within a few seconds there was nothing left of John, except for the echo of this cries.

Running back to Peter's side Olivia tried to wake him again but he didn't move. Olivia touched his face gently, trying to find some way to get his attention. Moving her hand down to the opening of his shirt, she found the red, raw skin around his neck. Red finger marks were visible and a flush of memories came back to her.

Peter's slammed Olivia against the car, knocking the gun from her hands. Tightening his grip around her neck, Olivia brought up her knee and connected with his abdomin. Dropping his hands Olivia took the chance and made a break for her gun. Stretching under the car her grip tightened on the gun but as she was about to bring it up, a boot landed on her wrist. Pressure was added and Peter bent down and took the gun from her.

"Stay down!" Cocking his head to the side slightly, he took a few steps backwards and left her there.

Dropping to her head to his chest, Olivia breathed in his scent. She hadn't cried but there was so much she wanted to say to him.

"Now at least we are even. Although it always seems to be me who wakes up in pain." Olivia was brought out of her trance by Peter's voice.

"Peter!" throwing her arms around him she held him close as he laughed at her.

"Liv, I'm ok. Lucky for me, you let me go." His laugh became a cough, but the cough didn't stop.

"We need to get you to a hospital."

"Nah, I'm ok." Peter tried to get up but the sudden rush to his head made him lay back down. "Hey why are you blurrly?"

And with that, he closed his eyes.

Ok, I think the next chapter is the last. Hope this made sense…Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. Love you all!

Ash