Disclaimer: I do not own fringe or a anything relating to it. However I do own Cassidy Williams and my other OCs. Warning: Secretary Bishop is a giant jerk, so this may be depressing or aggravating to some viewers. Please feel free to comment as long as it is appropriate.

Ohgg. I hate waking up like this. I woke up again in a stiff and cold hospital bed. My eyes snapped open when I realized I wasn't in a normal hospital room. The room was too quiet, no beeping machines or noisy doctors and nurses. I flipped my long legs over the side of the bed and was surprised that I wasn't restrained. My feet shoot up as soon as they touched the cold floor. The way too cold floor. The room was all metal. The only source of light being a small rectangular window in a door to the left of the bed. The room only had the bed in it, which was a small twin with one thin black blanket. The rest of it was a dark, empty space. Gun metal grey floors blended in with gun metal grey walls. There was an access pad next to the door. I ran over to it, hoping it would open and I could leave this depressing room. But when I tried the door wouldn't budge. A red light beeped at me several times before going quiet. My breathing quickened. I nervously started twirling my hair between my index finger and thumb. I walked over to the corner furthest from the door and curled up in it. A stray tear managed to escape and slid down my cheek, as I settled in from the long haul.

I stayed curled up in that corner for hours. During that time more tears had managed to escape creating water marks down my cheeks. My hurt were red from trying to wipe the tears away. Hearing noises outside the door I pretended to be asleep. Head tucked in my knees, with arms wrapped around them, calming my breathing to make it look like I was sleeping. In. Out. In. Out.

I heard a shrill beep sound come from the door shortly before three people entered. I tiny shiver went over my whole body before I could tell it to stop. The footsteps stopped, I resisted the urge to open my eyes and see where they were in the room.

I whispers but couldn't make out what they were saying or who was talking.

"I know you're not sleeping Cassidy." So Olivia was in here. Despite her calling me out, I didn't move. Another shiver ran through my body.

"Cassidy, can we talk please?"

I almost convinced myself to stay put even though she asked nicely, but I couldn't in fear she wouldn't ask nice the next time.

Olivia's POV Alternate Universe

"Cassidy, can we talk please?"

She stayed in the position she was in before slowly unfurling. When she looked up my heart slowly melted. She had long tear paths carved into her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red rimmed. She had bruising along her arm and neck. In her eyes I saw a fear I hadn't seen in her before, it was like a switch had been flipped and instead of being a stubborn fighter she was a scared little girl. She tucked herself further into the wall before nodding for me to continue.

"Why'd you run when you were at the hospital?" She hesitated before answering.

"It felt right… Ya know… When you don't remember anything from before that exact moment you kinda only have feelings. They're the only things you can trust."

"I understand." And I did. I remember thinking I was someone else remembering nothing of my life here.

I looked at Lincoln to find him looking at me as well. He knew what I was thinking.

Cassidy's POV- Alternate Universe

She shared a look with Lincoln. I had a feeling that they were like brother and sister. They seemed like they were sharing thoughts. I thinks it time I poke around a little bit.

He remembers too. God. I'll hear the end of it from Charlie about that, and now everyone is holding me a short rope cause they think I'm going crazy.

Interesting. I went to dive in further to see what she was thinking about but was interrupted.

"Secretary Bishop, Agent Dunham and Captain Lee are needed for a Fringe case."

My eyes flickered to the man the soldier was addressing. I hadn't noticed him before. He was a rather tall man, carrying the posture of a scientist. His hair was graying on the edges and he had frown lines that looked permanently stuck to his face. He was dressed in a gray suit. Neat and nice and impressionable. Who wouldn't be impressed, anyone that looked at this man could tell his was a man with power.

He nodded to the agents as if dismissing them before looking back at me.

"Is it okay if I asked you a few questions Ms. Williams?" He asked eyes cold and curious.

I watched as Liv and Lincoln left the room the door snapping shut behind them. I gulped but nodded anyway. He sat on the edge of the bed which was a little further from me then where he had been standing. He had seen the fear. For some reason it worried me the he didn't exploit it. I had a feeling that most people I had known did.

"Ms. Williams what is your full name?"

"Cassidy Monroe Williams" He had a recording device out at this point during the conversation. He looked at me to say 'do you mind?' I gave him a nod. He nodded back and kept the device out.

"Do you know what 89542 means Ms. Williams?"

I froze when I heard it, a shiver creeped up my spine and a deep throb echoed left side of my head. I rubbed at it for a second before responding.

"No" It sounded like a lie the moment it rolled off my tongue but I didn't know what it meant, right?

"Do you know why you were in the condition you were in when you were admitted to the hospital?"

"Because one of your guys it would be fun to ram me into a cart full of needles."

"The first time."

I looked at him funny. He seemed totally serious about that question.

"Dude, you heard the part about memory loss right?"

He glared at me for a second when I addressed him a dude but went back to his stone expression afterwards.

"Ms. Williams I would like to perform some tests on you to see if we can help with your condition."

He responded with barely masked hate in his voice. But it wasn't directed at me. My eyebrow twitched up for a second before rubbing off the idea. Who else would he be mad at?

"What happens if I don't want to be tested?" I said fear tinging my voice. He looked over at me confused for a second before answering.

"I assure Ms. Williams the tests will be completely voluntary, we won't push you farther than you want to go."

I nodded before asking my last question.

"Why am I here Secretary Bishop? A Fringe division would be group designed to handle something that doesn't obey the laws of science but has happened anyway. What is so abnormal about an amnesia case, if I might ask?"

All I got as an answer was a closed door, literally. He walked out of the room not answering my question at all. As he left I managed to catch a glimpse of his thoughts.

She's too smart for her own good

I ran to the door, tugging on the handle, screaming him at him. I started pounding my fists on the door. More than one person looked at my cell door when I started making a racket but all I could focus on were my answers leaving with Secretary Bishop.

"TELL ME!"

"TELL ME…please."

"Please tell me, please tell me why I'm locked up. Please tell why I can't remember who I am. I want to remember… please… HELP ME!"

Well that was slightly sad but chapter 3 is finally done. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review to give me ideas on what I should do for this character. Happy reading, Phoenix Trails.