Chapter Three: Memories
Olivia's POV
The moment she walked in I knew it was her. The green of her eye was the same as mine had always been and her brown hair the same as Peter's. She stood there, oblivious to who I was. I couldn't bring myself to say my name after she introduced herself. I couldn't help but stand and stare at the child I was forced to leave nineteen years earlier. I would think about the night we left every night.
"Mommy, my head hurts." I watched as my daughter writhed in pain. It had started of minor. She would get light headaches or small stomach ache. But it was getting worse at an advanced rate. She had been vomiting and her headaches seemed unbearable. Her fevers reaching 104 degrees farenheight.
"I'm sorry baby. I'll make it stop." I ran my hand across her head as she screamed, tears running out of both of our eyes. I held her until she was able to fall asleep, knowing she wouldn't be down for very long before she woke again from another nightmare. She closed her eyes as she drifted into sleep, but she wasn't at rest. Her body was tense and her face held a tight expression, ceasing to leave. I had given her the necklace Peter had bought me after we got married. Placed a light kiss on her head and found Peter and Walter sitting in the living room.
"Walter knows whats wrong with her, but he can't figure out how to stop it." Peter exasperated. Already defeating himself.
"Well, what is it? What's wrong with her." I begged. I needed to know. I needed to help her.
"Remember when we went to California for a week and left Addy with Rachel, how she didn't have the small headaches for most of the time we were gone?" I nodded and Peter continued, "Well, Walter thinks that some of your abilities may have transferred to her and you guys have a connection that may be opening a door to the other side. Something that the other Walter has realized recently and by what she's describing it sounds like he's trying to get through. Addy isn't strong enough to endure the extra stress and it may end up making her end up with brain damage." I could feel the wetness running down my face, I knew what this would lead to, because the only option left was for us to be separated. Peter got up and held me as my tears continued to fall.
"Well figure this out. We'll go somewhere far away and make a barrier. It will keep them from being able to try to get in through you and Addy." That night we packed our bags and said goodbye to our little girl. Leaving her behind with Walter and a handler, who would leave once Adelle was old enough.
Nineteen years later and Peter still couldn't figure out how to make a barrier. He had come close a few times but each only lasted a short time and no matter what he tried he couldn't prolong the effect.
Adelle's POV
"Come meet my husband." The woman, still unnamed, suggested. She turned and lead us towards the back of the house where she revealed a staircase leading to a basement. In the basement there was a whole lab. The woman's husband sat working away at a small counter.
"Peter?" She questioned.
"Yes?" He asked still working away on his project. The woman seemed nervous, though acted confident.
"We have a visitor. A special visitor." Peter turned around quickly. His expression transformed from a hard concentrated look, to soft maybe even caring.
"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you to be here yet. How did you find us?" He questioned me almost angrily but at the same time ran over and gave me a hug. His laugh as he hugged me gave me the chills.
"What do you mean? James told me you could help me." He pulled away, confusion was evident on his now sad expression.
"I'm sorry," He apologized, "I've just locked myself down here so long. I've been waiting for someone, but she's never going to come." He spoke harshly as his words escaped him with a tone of regret.
"I'm sorry." I apologized even though I knew I could fix nothing. He shook his head.
"It's fine. What can I help you with. It must be important if they are coming to me with it." I sat and told him what was happening to me and watched as his face transformed from the composure it had once held back to the man I had seen when we first met.
"You are creating an opening to t\another universe. I'll have to create a barrier to stop it." He spoke passionately as he began making plans in his head.
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