EPILOGUE! Yeah that's right. The story has finally come to an end. Rather sad actually. I wish I could keep writing forever…maybe. But the next few months are gonna be time-consumingly sucky and I will have no time to write Fringe fics as often as I've done since the show began. I will occasionally update "Movements in the Dark" when I have a minor break and may do any one-shots if upcoming episodes inspire it.

So I would like to thank all my readers on here as well as those on Fringe-Forum. You guys are all awesome. Not much more I can say here.

'Where am I?'

She found herself moving, almost as if she was floating. There were migraines, dizziness, and blindness. The world before her was no longer gray but an odd tint of brown…a sure sign that she was no longer in the comfort of her bed.

'I must be dead'.

All around her there were tall moving shadows, which she thought were clouds. But slowly they began to take the forms of human beings.

Now this had to be either a dream or a twisted picture of the afterlife. She felt bounded and irritable as if she was having an acupuncture. Breathing seemed uncomfortable for some reason as if someone else was in control of her body.

All she could do now was lie there and watch the strange shadows before her.

And then slowly one crept its way closer and closer to her blurred vision. The closer it got, the more features it bore. It was a colorful face. The face seemed warm and grandmotherly but then the head of the figure…seemed to be topped with fiery red hair.

She closed her eyes accepting that this was in fact hell. She would know all about hell having spent the last six years in it.

"Vital signs are low but steady, Ms. Sharp."

Nina turned away from the plastic container that Olivia was kept in and squinted at her assistant. It was rather dark in the room they were in as well as the room outside…and for good reason.

"Let them in for a minute," she said.

She went out another door that took her into a normal-lit observation booth and she watched as Peter entered, carrying Anna in one arm. Robbie freed himself from Peter's hand.

"Careful."

The boy luckily noticed all the wiring on the floor. One or two doctors in the room kept their eyes on him to make sure he didn't mess with any of the equipment. There were still half a dozen doctors in that room supervising the machines and charts but gave the family their space.

Soon a small hand reached out and felt the brown plastic containment unit.

"Is that mom?"

"Yeah…it's her."

"What's this? What's all that stuff they have in her?"

"They're tubes…tubes that hook into all the machines in here."

The boy was starting to panic. "What are they doing to mom?! Are they hurting her?!"

"Robbie…hey." Peter reached out to hug him and assure him. "It's okay. They're not hurting her," he said calmly. "The machines are helping mom get better. It's alright."

While Robbie seemed frightened by what he was seeing, Anna on the other hand seemed quite fascinated and cooed as she got to reach out and feel the brown plastic surface for herself.

Peter did his best to keep it all together. He too was disturbed to see Olivia lying there with a breathing mask and cords and needles covering every inch of her body and to hear about 15 different machines humming and beeping in this dark room all at once. It was far from the fairytale scenario he expected it to be for the children.

But he had to look on the bright said of things.

"Why don't we let her get some rest," Peter told Robbie. "And she'll be very happy to see us when she's better."

They left the dark room into another. Walter was in there waiting for them. He gave an almost pleading smile and Peter knew that he wanted to hold Anna. Walter had become nothing but obsessive with his grandchildren since he got to meet them and Peter knew that they were gonna be spoiled rotten from now on.

"Are you alright, son?" Walter asked him.

Despite everything, Peter could look back on everything knowing that they had all lived to return here. And soon, hopefully, the entire family could be together again.

"It's okay dad," Peter smiled. "I am now."

~*~*~*~

After a couple of weeks, Olivia's body remained dependent on only 3 or 4 of the machines but she was now freed from the brown plastic container.

Peter had been vigilant since their return. He'd been sitting in that chair by her bed for so long, that it was REALLY starting to hurt.

But finally, she would open her eyes. Even in the darkness she could recognize him.

"Peter?"

Olivia was greeted with an enormously wide smile. "Yes it is," he said.

She lied there in silence with a confused and exhausted look. "I think…" she said. "I think I had a bad dream…we went to the other reality…we went back to that lab and we couldn't get back. But I remembered everything…and then we just…we just stayed there…and then I…

"You got pregnant?"

Her eyes went wide and her head was screaming. It was all coming back to her now.

"It wasn't a dream?"

Peter could only laugh and shake his head.

"Then where are we?"

"Massive Dynamic's special hospital wing for special cases like yourself."

"Massive Dynamic?" She looked down and finally realized that she had a dozen tubes inserted into her body. "We're back?"

Neither of them heard the quiet pattering that stop just short of the bed. She was nervous as she looked up.

"Olivia."

To think that after all the terrible things she had to endure, to have survive what she had to, that she would actually bore a smile for him. But it couldn't be helped. It was him, both him and his alter, that had defined her entire life.

"Hello, Walter," she smiled. "It's good to see you again."

"I…" he said. "I heard you and Peter got…busy while you over there."

Before Peter could drop his head in embarrassment, two more beings entered the room.

"Mom!"

Robbie held Anna by the hand and led her to the bed and just like in their times growing up, they would crawl in with Olivia and she hugged them tightly. The feeling never felt more surreal…

~*~*~*~

"Again ?" Peter was a bit agitated. Every morning since the family had arrived Walter had forced Astrid to get up at 4am and help him fix breakfast…

But it was breakfast that was way too big for a family of four…more like breakfast for the entire city of Boston…

"This is way too much food."

"That's what I keep telling him," said Astrid as she was flipping more pancakes.

Walter picked up one plate of pancakes and brought them to Peter. "Eat son! All those years in the other universe has made you skin and bones."

Peter kept shoving the plate away. "No, stop! This is crazy!"

"Fine then. Miss Farnsworth, make sure that my grandson gets extra grease in his bacon."

"Walter…er…dad. Quit fattening the kids. And can we PLEASE take down all the boards on these windows?"

"Good heavens. No!" said Walter. "You and Agent Dunham have not experienced natural sunlight for six years. It's a rather painful experience for your corneas to readjust after such a long time."

Eventually Olivia came to the breakfast table in her wheelchair and the children seemed perplexed as she was as Walter were stacking breakfast food on their plates about a foot high. They've never seen so much food in their life until they started living here.

"As your grandfather, I insist that you eat every pancake on your plates," Walter ordered the children. "My assistant will have the pizzas in the oven in just a short while."

Astrid turned to Walter. "Pizza, Walter? Really?"

"Oh never mind her," said Walter. "Peter, come with me. I want to show you something."

Peter whispered to Robbie as he got up from the breakfast table, "Don't worry about eating everything."

Walter led Peter to the living room. "Now see this here," said Walter. "This is what people today call…a computer. And this," Walter picked up a disc. "This is what they call a compact disc…"

"Walter, I know what a computer is! I haven't been gone for THAT long."

"Oh," said Walter. "I just did not want you to feel out of place. It's a difficult thing to reintegrate back into modern society as I experienced after leaving St. Claire's." He opened the closet door to reveal giant stacks of newspapers. "I collected the newspaper everyday since you left to ensure that you may properly catch up on world events."

"I'm fine."

Walter pulled out one of the newspapers and read one of the headlines in the health section. "Are you aware, son, that Flaxseed is beneficial in producing youthful skin?"

"Yeah," Peter as he walked away. "And I suppose next your gonna tell me that the New Orleans Saints won a Superbowl."

Walter's mouth dropped for a moment but then closed again.

~*~*~*~

Recovery for Olivia continued to be slow and steady but she seemed rather determined. There was even talk about her returning to the FBI as soon as she could fully walk again. For now she had to remain in the dark confines of the Bishop house with the kids limping around on her cane.

Anna was becoming more sociable now and perhaps a little more aware. She could manage a few coos and nonsensical words but she would still have trouble talking and keeping focus. Peter and Olivia thought it was Autism but Walter diagnosed her as having something that's never been discovered in this universe. Sad to say, Anna was likely to remain mentally disabled for the rest of her life. It was hard for Peter and Olivia. They knew that it had to have been the prolonged exposure to the toxic life in the other reality that caused some damage to Anna neurogically.

Robbie, meanwhile, continued to be incredibly shy around other people. He wasn't used to being in new places or seeing people other than his family.

The first time Robbie was finally able to look out the window (after Walter finally declared it safe), he panicked and ran straight to his mother.

"Robbie, what's wrong?"

He urged his mom to pick up her cane and walk with him towards the window. "Is that normal?" Robbie asked shaking.

"Is what normal?"

"The sky." Robbie kept pointing out the window. "The sky is colored funny. Is that bad?"

Olivia smiled. "No, Robbie. That's…that's a blue sky. It's how it should be."

"And that yellow thing…is that a bomb?"

"There are no bombs here," said Olivia. "That's just the sun."

With each passing day, adjusting to life in this reality became more and more difficult for all of them. Even Olivia, was feeling disconnected having been gone for so long and to add to it all, the horrid memories she had of her childhood over there. It was hard to accept that things wouldn't be the same…that would never be like it was before Peter and Olivia went over there.

Peter was starting to feel Olivia's frustration. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think Robbie can handle any of this…I don't think I can either."

"Olivia…I take it your visiting Rachel didn't go well?"

"I can't say I blame her," she said. "I disappear for six years and suddenly I'm back on her doorstep with two children in tow and look like I haven't seen the sun in ages. It felt like I was stranger to her, Peter. And Robbie, I had a hard time getting him out of the car because he was scared of grass."

Peter laughed. "He's still not used to nature."

"I know," said Olivia. "I don't think I can go back to work at the FBI, Peter. The children need me. They're scared and confused about everything here…and they need help adjusting."

"So I guess we're gonna home school them?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's good," said Peter. "Walter's been looking into prestige preschools for Robbie and insisted that he found the perfect one…in Switzerland. And Olivia…don't feel bad about it. We were those scared children a long time ago…and we never deserved that."

"I guess you're right."

They were sitting outside on the porch while Robbie was inside playing with Walter. (Walter was always demanding time alone with Robbie and would spoil him silly.) Unlike Robbie, Anna wasn't afraid of grass and enjoyed being outside rolling around and the yanking out flowers from the ground to smear on her cheeks.

"You see that?" Peter smiled. "Normal is overrated."

Olivia thought of the long and miserable history that led the two of them here to this moment. Too many scars were left behind and were gonna stay for the rest of their lives.

Yet she was alive and she was back in a better world. She still had Walter, Peter and her two children.

She looked to Peter with a smile and thought perhaps…he could be right.