Eventually getting off the floor of the kitchen, sobs still coursing through her body, Olivia walked to Olive's bedroom and looked in. Her heart sank, Peter had surprised her one day after she had spent the entire day in New York with Olive and Nina. Olive-toned walls with bright white block letters hanging up spelling out her name: OLIVE. Geometric designs decorated the wall and crib bedding, the white crib sat against the wall and on one side of it was a rock chair that sat by the window. On the other side of the room was a changing table and a toy box. Clothes for all ages sat in the closet, ranging from newborn to twelve months old.
He'd made it perfect, he said he knew she had needed it done but was always too busy to work on it so he thought he'd surprise her. She had loved it, especially that there wasn't a hint of yellow in the room, he knew she hated the color.
At that moment, looking at the room that Peter had put so much love and work into, not just for Olive but for her too, Olivia broke down again. She continued to push him away, continued to blame him for comparing them but what was he supposed to do in reality...it was like he dated one twin sister and found out she had been switched on him replacing the one he loved.
Mommy? Why Mommy sad? Where Daddy go...he make Mommy better.
Olive's tiny voice held so much wisdom for her tiny age of two weeks, she knew the only thing that could help her mother was her father. Olivia moved to the crib and gently lifted her daughter...no their daughter out.
She was met with green eyes wide with wonder and Peter's nose, he was right again: it was an adorable nose and so much like his. His smile graced Olive's face, she knew her daughter was trying to cheer her up.
"I'm here baby girl," she held the baby close and breathed in the scent of fresh baby, Peter had given her a bath shortly before their...her blow up. Olivia knew he was a good father and despite knowing her daughter like the back of her hand and loving her, she knew deep down that she had more invested with work then the two week old since she'd gotten the case.
Going to the living room, she withdrew the file she had hidden earlier...one she had been considering since Wyatt Mitchell had come over and left with her. It was for Peter to have sole custody of Olive and eventually she would file for joint custody of Olive as her 'mother's' twin sister.
She'd managed to have Peter sign it without actually knowing what it was, he just thought it was another case report and never bothered to read any of them...trusting her to put what happened down to paper.
Looking at her daughter, Olivia smiled. "I want you to know whatever happens that I love you, I love you so much but things aren't working and you need stability...Daddy can give that to you till Mommy gets better."
A knock at the door made Olivia close the file and head over, she opened the door expecting to see Peter as he would probably want some of his things but it was Sam. He smiled and held up a white plush bear.
"I came to meet the newest member to our world." He held out the bear and Olivia took it, allowing him in without so much as a word. "So this is Little Olive...can I hold her?"
"If she'll let you, she's very picky about those she meets." Olivia gently let Sam take Olive and the baby didn't fuss, instead just looked at him. "Huh, you must be someone special as she screams for everyone else who isn't family or people I know."
Peace, Knowledge and Wisdom
Olivia found herself wondering why Olive was using telepathy with Sam, she only used it with her or Peter...Walter explained it was possibly genetic and could only be heard by mother or father but it seemed it wasn't...just selected.
"Peace, Knowledge and Wisdom young one...you've been long awaited for." He handed the baby back to Olivia, "keep her close and keep her safe, there are many who would do anything to rid her of existence Olivia."
Olivia held her daughter close, "what do you mean?"
Sam chuckled and sat down, "what do you know about the First People?"
She sighed, "I know that they supposively lived millions of years ago and died off after having caused a great destruction. I know the supposively built the machine that everyone is calling the Vacuum. I know that they tore it apart and scattered pieces across two worlds."
"Then you don't know what lead up to the great destruction...I'm going to tell you a story and its going to make you think that history is repeating itself with you. As you know, there are multiple universes and that everyone has a copy of themselves...back when the First People were around the universes were more easily crossable...no problems crossing the boundaries as their genetic make up allowed no problems to come of it...the abilities you possess are those they had.
"Anyways, there was a prophetess or seer if you like as she was called The Seer, Callisandra and she lived on this side. On the other side was a scientist named Corin and through crossings they met. Now like all things, the universe needs balance and mingling was...forbidden you could say but it didn't stop them from falling in love. They knew the only way to be together was if they could exist in the same universe but although crossing was easy, staying made them sick.
"So Corin built the Vacuum, designed it more specifically to bring the worlds together, he tried but ultimately brought the destruction to all life on both sides. Nature retaliated and they began getting sick...eventually both worlds worked to disassemble the Vacuum and hid it on two worlds so a single world could use it again. In the end, Corin died and Callisandra was devastated...feeling her love was the reason for the destruction of both worlds.
"Over a period of three days, before her death she was given three prophecies about the future, four in actuality. The first was that the war would begin again over love but this time the love of a child and it would bring down both worlds again but the last three showed how the worlds would heal themselves. It was to be healed in the form of a child, born of two worlds and although created by hatred it was doused in love. Funny thing is, you and Peter were destined long ago...its history repeating itself because Corin was of that world and Callisandra was of this world...different circumstances but same result. The only turn about was the fact that you can change it...instead of allowing the worlds to die, you have something that binds them and she's in your arms."
Olivia looked at Olive, the little girl looked at her. Trust him Mommy, he know, he saw.
"Are you one of them? Is that why you said you didn't remember your childhood and are older than you look?"
He chuckled and pointed, "you're right on as always, however there are few left Olivia...most are descendants that have mingled into the population and forgotten where they came from. Some married within their own circles, allowing pure blood descendants to be born...Nina is one but her family has been among this generation so long that all she knows is history and what's at stake, she doesn't know her full heritage. William Bell was another, thus the reason he could cross over so easily but you...you are of mixed heritage...that's why you have abilities."
She laughed, "the Cortexiphan gave me abilities..."
"No the drug, which I did not approve of them using by the way, awakened them. You've always been stronger, more intelligent and closed off...feeling as if you're alone in the world, ever wonder why? Its because you don't have the connection the First People had to each other...Peter, the one that's alive...he's of mixed blood over there too. Do you ever wonder why you feel more in sync with the world when he's around then when he's not? Nina told me you were different while he was away...more withdrawn and its because you didn't have that connection.
"Olivia you must understand that we are drawn to each other more times then not, simple biology...go with your own species but when numbers began getting low and we didn't want to cause any genetic defects we turned to humans. However, those with mixed blood still drew to each other because its instinct...that's why you and Peter work vs. your history with men, which I assume is...complex." He smiled, "anyways, the fact of the matter is...history is repeating itself and I don't want this to end up like when Hitler tried to invade Russia the same way Napoleon did...that went south almost the exact same way. You can't let this happen again and you know as much as I do that deep down you aren't prepared to go back to that world of solitude when you have something and someone to hold onto."
Olivia shook her head, "you're the third, not including a hallucination of Peter, to tell me that. I guess everyone, including some ancestor of mine a million years ago, knew but I'm blind."
"Love is blind and you need to ask yourself Olivia, did he see her or did he see you when he was with her. Your heart is closed off but it knows the answer...you just have to give someone the key."
Sam stood and walked to the door, he turned to find Olivia looking at him. "Sam...was it just a tale or was it truth?"
"Ask Nina about Callisandra and you'll know, if she doesn't it was a tale and she does...ask yourself how much is at stake with history repeating itself. As for your ancestor, Callisandra was your ancestor but more like an ancestral aunt, her sister is your foremother but you look so much like her. Callisandra could never love another after Corin and I suspect you're following in her footsteps...not all bad, she was a great woman and a proud warrior who saw to protect and protect what she saw..."
"But she screwed up."
"She did but doesn't everyone screw up when they're in love...aren't they blind?" He chuckled and waved to Olive, "bye Little Olive...Peace, Knowledge and Wisdom."
Peace, Knowledge and Wisdom
Olivia looked between the two, "what does that mean?"
"It's like 'hello' to the First People. They extended peace, taught knowledge and accepted wisdom...so the version of hello became 'Peace, Knowledge and Wisdom' but not many people know it. I suspect Olive used her telepathy and read my mind, finding it as a way to greet me."
"So what is goodbye?"
He chuckled, "the same, good luck Olivia." Handing her a folded piece of paper, Sam walked out the door. Olivia placed the paper in her pocket and sat at the coffee table with the file she had had previously before Sam's visit.
Olivia starred at it, Olive was content to sleep in her arms. She set it aside and began drafting a custody agreement, one that was perfect for them and also met the standards given.
In the end, Olivia looked it over and nodded, looking at Olive. "Daddy says I'm stubborn but sometimes I just need a reminder just how much I am." She read the form before putting it in a file.
In regards to the custody agreement of, Olive Elizabeth Bishop, we the parents, Olivia Dunham and Peter Bishop, hereby agree to the following conditions:
1) Main residence shall be with mother, Olivia Dunham, during all days and nights of the week.
2) Father, Peter Bishop, shall have access to child at all times with prior notification of mother.
3) During hours of mother's occupation, father shall care for child.
4) All medical and other specified care shall be shared jointly.
5) If by chance marriage occurs between mother and father at future date, current custody agreement becomes void.
A knock came on the door and Olivia knew it was Peter, she walked to the door and opened it to find Peter standing against the wall across from the door waiting. "I just came..."
She nodded, "come in, we need to talk."
He sighed and pulled himself off the wall, Olivia shut the door behind him. Standing by the door, Peter looked at her with interest. "We..."
"Give me a moment to put Olive in her room and I'll be right back...you may want to sit because we'll be talking for a while."
He sat down and noticed the file on the coffee table, he opened it and found the custody agreement Olivia had drafted. Reading it, Peter found it was something he could actually agree to as Olivia worked most of the cases and that meant while she got nights with Olive, he'd get the days. Everything was jointly shared but the last condition made him reread three times...it went through his head another three.
If by chance marriage occurs between mother and father at future date, current custody agreement becomes void.
If by chance marriage occurs between mother and father at future date...
If by chance marriage occurs between mother and father...
Olivia was considering marriage happening in the future...a chance she had said but he'd given up hope after her outburst earlier that evening of ever being with her. The sound of her feet on hardwood made Peter look up, she was disappearing into the kitchen and came back a few moments later with cups of coffee.
"Here," she handed it to him and he took the mug, placing the folder down. "I thought that would be satisfying enough for the social worker...we can ignore most of it after the joint adoption is legal."
Peter looked at her as she curled up into the chair across from him, "Olivia...I love Olive, more then anything and anyone, besides one person, but that doesn't change the fact that I pushed you into this no matter how...covertly I did it. I plan on surrendering custody to you, I'll see her when I see her and I'll try to be a father as much as I can but I won't let this..." he waved between them, "what happened between us tear her apart or place you where you were earlier."
Olivia broke out laughing and shook her head, somehow she realized they had both been idiots and while he was a genius, she had a good amount of intelligence. "Peter..." She put the coffee down and got up, moving to the couch where he sat. She looked at him, "I think for the first time since we met, we've both failed to be the intelligent one in some aspect. I was planning on giving custody to you before I drew up the agreement."
"You were..." he groaned and put his head in his hands before shaking it, Olivia smiled as he came back chuckling. He looked at her and found her smiling, actually smiling the smile he had last seen at the hospital when she had crossed over. Peter sighed and leaned back, the smile gone from his face, he looked at her. "You wanted to talk...what about?"
She looked and him and reached over, taking his hand in hers. "I want to tell you something I've refused to tell anyone." Getting comfortable but still holding his hand, Olivia looked at him and then down. "I woke up in a white cell, it was bright but as soon as I sat up the lights went off. I sat there for what seemed like days, three meals were slipped through the small hole in the door three times and twice I was escorted to a bathroom but other than that it was a five by seven cell for hours and days..."
Olivia continued on, telling Peter about her time on the other side. He listened but stayed quiet knowing she'd stop if he interrupted. She got close to tears several times and once a few slipped down her cheek, Peter reached up and wiped them away before letting her continue. An hour later the tale ended and Olivia sat quiet as did Peter.
"It was confusion the first day back," Peter looked at her, "medical checks...reunions, the usual so we didn't really pay attention to anything. We all got clear and she told me she wanted to go home, I thought 'well you've traveled across universes so you deserve some sleep' so I said nothing and stayed at the lab. It was a usual freaky case two days later but Broyles let us have the night off, as the doctor had said no alcohol for a week after travel...she didn't drink but you know me..." he chuckled. "Anyways..."
Peter continued on and Olivia stayed silent, squeezing his hand a few times when he paused as if to say 'continue' and he did. Olivia encouraged him to talk silently, her eyes not doe-eyed but curious and was silently thankful he said nothing about sleeping with her...as if it was off limits but he did talk about dates and places they went.
It took an hour but he told her everything just as she had told him everything, the question was...where did it put them?
Chapter By: FringeDivision2008