A/N: this is what happens directly after the preface.

I've also added in a part about the creatures and what their minds are – how their nature is.

August 3rd 2012

Part 2

Olivia looked around her. It was like a slow motion moment in a film. John was wounded, on the floor bleeding. Olivia could see the terrified face of Ella as she and Walter huddled together in the office, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out everything. Broyles and Charlie were not holding back, they ripped through several ammunition packs in seconds.

John had become still, his body unmoving as Astrid did her best to stop the bleeding on his back. There were large, deep scratches that had torn up his shirt and were bleeding everywhere. Astrid managed to tie off the wounds, and keep John from falling unconscious. She had dragged him to the wall, away from the windows, keeping him awake.

"Olivia push, come on sweetheart, when the next contraction hits you have to push, okay?" Peter urged.

Olivia shook her head, her face scrunched up as the pain intensified.

"No, no, Peter, I can't. Not now." She protested.

Only a few hours had pasted since nightfall, and Olivia knew there was no way she could hold on until daybreak.

"Please, Olivia, just push." Peter was begging now. The quicker the baby was out, the quicker Peter could protect them both. He couldn't do that while Olivia was being stubborn as usual.

Hearing the pain in his voice; she did as she was told. She pushed when the contraction came, but she couldn't hide the scream of pain.

The scream echoed through the lab. The creatures outside heard it; they stopped and turned towards it. There was something inside. Something in pain. Injured?

There was no doubt that these creatures would be somewhat sentient. Walter was almost positive that they were on one level – predatory. Follow the wounded creature, find your prey.

Olivia was a wounded creature, she was in pain, and to them, most likely incapacitated. Easy prey.

They converged on the hallways of Harvard, following Olivia's screams. Searching.

They charged at the door, joining the others as they attacked the metal lab doors.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Charlie turned, looking at the door. It moved.

The door never moved. The hinges were being pushed from their locks. This had never happened. It couldn't, no, shouldn't happen.

Olivia screamed again.

"Good, sweetheart. Also most there."

She pushed again,

Peter suddenly laughed, "Liv, I can, I can see his head. Keep going, you can do it." He was smiling now.

Olivia kept pushing, the pain was becoming unbearable. She started feel herself slipping, her body telling her to give up, the pain too much but then suddenly, the pressure in her stomach and pelvis released. It was gone, the pain, the pressure. She wanted to sleep, she was so tired.

But Olivia became distracted by the cries of an infant. An infant that was in Peter's arms.

"Peter, I want to see him." She reached out to Peter, trying to get closer.

"Her, Liv. It's a girl. I, I must have been wrong." He was just as shocked as she was.

The second Olivia took the baby, she stopped crying, recognising her mother, she nuzzled into her arms.

Peter looked around, he could see the others struggling. And Olivia saw it too.

"Go Peter. We're fine."

"Stay in the corner," he told her. Peter picked up the first weapon he could find, joining the others in their defence.

Olivia moved, huddled against the corner walls of the lab, the baby in her arms. She was completely oblivious to the violence that surrounded her, her attention fully focused on the baby in her arms.

She was snapped back to reality by the sound of metal crashing.

The lab door was now on the floor. The creatures didn't wait.

The first two fell to the floor as Broyles, Charlie and Peter turned away from the windows.

The creatures came into the lab, looming over them.

Broyles took the first blow, being thrown against the brick wall. Another creature jumped Charlie, tackling him to the floor. It bit down on his leg, and began dragging him out into the hall.

"PETER!" he screamed. Charlie clawed at the ground, trying to find something, anything to grab a hold of.

Peter chased after him, grabbing at Charlie, trying to pull him back. Charlie managed to grab a hold of the door frame, giving Peter the chance to shoot the creature.

Olivia looked down at her baby. Why did she have to be born in such a violent place? She squirmed in her arms. For the first time, the baby opened its eyes. She had blonde hair, like her mother, but she had Peter's eyes. They were large and innocent. Olivia desperately wanted to keep her innocent, to shield her from what was going on mere meters from where she was.

Peter started yelling as a creature attacked him, a claw stuck in his arm. When Olivia looked up she came face to face with a creature. Its black eyes staring at her, its face barely illuminated by the dying fire. It sniffed her. Why hadn't it killed her already? In fact, they hadn't killed any of them since they got into the lab.

What was she to this creature? Was she just food? Or did they see humans as a threat that needed to be extinguished? As the creature 'examined' her, Olivia could see why Walter though they were sentient. They had some level of thought, processing. Take out the most powerful of the group (Charlie, John, Peter and Broyles.) and then go after the weaker ones.

The creature became distracted by Peter's cries and the bullets ripping into its skin. turning, the creature snarled and stomped over to Peter.

Olivia couldn't help the tears, she was scared. She didn't want Peter to die; she didn't want her friends to die. She didn't want their daughter to die.

Olivia could feel heat building in her body. Her hands becoming hotter and hotter, burning. But the baby didn't cry from the pain. She realised she could shield them from the heat. That meant she could shield the others as well.

Olivia pulled her daughter against her chest, cradling her. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe evenly.

Her entire body started to heat up, glowing slightly.

As the creature advanced on Peter, the room suddenly grew bright. The heat exploded from Olivia's body. The entire room was engulfed in flames. The creatures 'evaporating' of sorts as the light and flames burnt them, destroying them. Their shrieks erupted everywhere, as the creatures in the hallways and outside were hit as well.

Once the flames died down Olivia finally took a deep breath. It had worked.

The lab was now blackened with ash. Most of the furniture and mattresses were burnt or destroyed. But everyone was alive. Ella and Walter could be seen in the office; Astrid cradled John's head in her lap. He was alive, the rise and fall of his chest proved it. Charlie nursed his wounded leg, Peter, his arm. Broyles was regaining consciousness. A desk and mattress were still burning, providing a small amount of light.

The baby in Olivia's arms started crying. Olivia tried to 'shush' her, rocking her gently. Peter managed to stand, clutching his arm to his chest, stumbling towards her and their daughter.

"Hi," Peter smiled at the baby, brushing a finger across her cheek. She moved under the touch, one tiny hand wrapping around his finger, holding it.

Peter looked up at Olivia, sighing in relief.

He let out a laugh, smiling at her, "You did it."

"Come here."

Olivia pulled him to her, kissing him with all she had.

A/N: okay, name time. Tell me name you want. I plan on having 'Rachel' as her middle name. So far Olive is the best I've got.

I think this story may have 3-4 chapters left, maybe more depending on reviews and where I want to go with it.

By now I'm sure you're all aware that I SUCK at updates, but reviews are nice and there you can badger/nag me to update.

The holidays have been messing with my head. It's true what people say 'school is the reason you remember the date'. But don't worry once school starts again my update routine will be back to normal.