Olivia's mind was currently hazy at best. 20 years in a suspended state had the tendency to do that to your consciousness. But only moments after waking up outside of that amber, the only word she murmured was; "Etta."
"She's okay," was Peter's only answer. And it was all he really needed to say.
They left the city. And were soon-but not soon enough-waiting in anticipation outside of the federal building. Etta was reluctantly on the other side of the city, doing what was expected of her job, and not removing the MIA from amber.
They waited for what felt like hours, truth be told, it probably was. Olivia wasn't paying attention when the time came, instead fiddling with her jacket with apprehension. What if this reunion wasn't all it was made out to be? Would she be forgiven? There wasn't much time to worry now. Peter nudged her just a bit, and she looked up. There-still many yards away, was the daughter that was lost to her so many years ago. She could hardly see her face from that distance, but she knew. Even if it weren't for Peter's telling, she would have known. There was the same face of that same innocent child from so long ago. As she got closer, she could see the questioning in her daughters eyes, the way she scanned the person before her as if trying to take it.
Was this really real?
She wasn't sure how, but somehow Olivia's legs lifted her up from the bench she sat on, and she practically ran the remaining distance between them.
There was nothing said. Olivia brushed a hair out of the young girl's face, just like she used to do. Slowly she embraced her. Both of them holding on for as long as they could. There was no question to it. This was in fact, real.