P/O fic Fight to the Finish *1st in the 'Universes Collide' series*

[Mancha]

Fight to the Finish


Author: Mancha.

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own

the baby in this fic and the people in the store/restaurant. But that

doesn't come till later.

Summary: Peter and Olivia begin to move to a deeper level of their

relationship and as their bond as a couple grows stronger, a new

threat comes into the fold. 1st fic in the ‘Universes Collide’ series.

Date Started: 4/17/11. Date Finished: 4/17/11. Hope you will all

enjoy! Thanks!
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October 16th, 2011

“Did you want to order another slice of cheesecake Olivia?”

I was too busy savoring the last bite of my strawberry cheesecake to

hear what Peter had asked me. I swallowed the bite and opened up

my eyes, looking into Peter’s.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Peter only smiled and took my hand. He shook his head and laughed

a little.

“I was asking if you wanted another slice of cheesecake. You look

like you are enjoying it.”

I nodded my head and set the fork down on my plate. Peter

summoned a waiter over to our table.

“Could we get another slice of that incredible strawberry cheesecake

please?”

The male waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen with our

empty plates. Peter and I were going to share this slice this time, and

it was big enough for both of us to share anyways. The waiter was

back in no time with the large piece of strawberry cheesecake. My

mouth was watering but I was trying to hide it. Peter hadn’t tasted it

yet, so he was getting the first bite. I picked up my fork and stuck a

little piece on it. I placed the fork with the piece into his mouth.

Taking the fork back, I waited for him to swallow.

“That is amazing. I think that’s the best cheesecake I’ve ever had.

Think we should bring Walter back a slice?”

I smiled at Peter once more as I took a bite of the cheesecake. We’d

been living together a couple of months now and I will admit we’ve

had our ups and downs, but nothing that an ordinary couple would

have. But Peter and I weren’t just any ordinary couple. Peter took

his own fork and dug into the cheesecake. The both of us savored

each bite until it was completely gone. Looking at my watch, I

realized it was almost 11 p.m. and the restaurant was closing soon.

Peter and I ordered a slice to go for Walter and left. The ride home

was spent in blissful silence. When we reached the steps to the

house, Peter unlocked the door. As soon as I closed and locked it

behind me, Walter came out of the kitchen with a strawberry

milkshake in his hand.

“Good you’re home. Peter it’s getting late and I was worried that

you and Olivia weren’t coming home.”

I gave Walter a warm smile and placed the box with the slice of

cheesecake in his left hand and he quickly forgot about what he’d

just said.

“What’s in the box Olivia?”

I smiled at him more and followed him into the kitchen along with

Peter trailing behind me, his fingers grazing my own. I knew what he

was thinking. If only we could get a moment alone without Walter

interrupting...

“Well why don’t you open it and find out?”

Walter’s eyes lit up like a child’s and he set the box down on the

kitchen counter and almost ripped it open.

“Strawberry cheesecake! Just wait I’ve been having a craving for

lately! Thank you Peter, thank you Olivia...”

I turned away and tried to ignore Walter’s comment. Walter had

already grabbed a fork and was digging into his cheesecake. I took

Peter by the hand and started towards the stairs in the entryway. But

Peter stopped for a moment to fire back at Walter.

“Walter just eat your cheesecake. And two, it’s none of your

business what Olivia and I do...”

Walter’s smile only broadened and he continued eating his

cheesecake. I led Peter up the stairs and to his room. He’d

completely decorated it in the past few months. He’d gotten rid of

his twin bed and had bought a King sized bed that could easily fit the

both of us. Peter shut the door behind us and locked it. He then

pulled me in for a kiss and it began to turn deep. In no time we

found ourselves on the bed, in the longest make-out session I think

Peter could have ever envisioned ourselves having. I kept kissing

Peter ignoring Walter’s knock on the door. In between kisses I

spoke.

“Ignore him Peter. This is more important... I’m sure it can wait

until later...”

This night was the best ever. I'd finally found someone to love me

back...

To Be Continued...

A/N: So, what'd you guys think? Too mushy? Let me know.

Thanks!

[Mancha]

Chapter 2: 9 months later

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own:

The baby in this story and the people in the store/restaurant. Date

Started: 4/19/11. Date Finished: 4/23/11. Hope you will all enjoy!

Thanks!
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July 16th, 2012

I guess everything has felt so strange being semi-normal for Peter

and I. We hadn’t had any major cases in a few months. But what

was still difficult for me to process was the fact that we were having

a baby. How can I not process it when I could go into labor at any

time? I guess I’m just worried something might go wrong. Walter

told me that any new mother feels the same way. I was having a

chocolate craving, so I’d popped a brownie into the microwave. I put

down my book and carefully hoisted myself from the couch.

Waddling to the kitchen, I took a fork out of the drawer and set it on

the counter while I got the brownie out of the microwave. It was hot

so I set it down on the counter momentarily. I hadn’t noticed Walter

had come up behind me until he was leaning over my shoulder.

“Oh brownies! This takes me back Olivia!”

I jumped startled and closed my eyes momentarily. When I opened

up my eyes and took a breath I went over and sat down at the table.

I looked down at my stomach placing a hand over it, stroking it

gently.

“It’s ok baby girl. Mommy’s ok.”

Peter had heard the commotion from the living room and came into

the kitchen with a concerned look on his face.

“Livia’ you ok? What happened?”

I took another deep breath and listened to Walter apologize.

“Olivia, I’m sorry I startled you. But those brownies just look so

wonderful. Can I have one?”

Peter pulled up a chair next to me and placed a hand on my back

and began rubbing it.

“I didn’t even notice he was there behind me until he was standing

over my shoulder and said something about the brownie. He startled

me, and I don’t think the baby likes it. Can you call the doctor for

me? I just want to make sure everything’s ok, and I just don’t want

to leave the house right now.”

Peter nodded his head and helped me up the stairs. Once in bed, I

tried to relax. I was almost asleep when Doctor Elker came in. I

opened up my eyes and smiled tiredly at her.

“Peter tells me you had a little scare about half an hour ago.”

I nodded my head and watched as Peter helped by pulling back the

blankets a little. She warmed up the stethoscope a little before

placing it on my stomach. I sat still while Peter held my hand. When

she took the stethoscope away, she smiled. I only looked her in the

eye.

“She’s ok isn’t she? My baby.”

Nodding her head she placed the stethoscope and the blood pressure

cuff back into her bag. I smiled tiredly once more and closed my

eyes for just a moment.

“Your daughter is just fine Olivia. Your blood pressure’s a bit

elevated, but nothing that should alarm anyone. You just need a few

hours rest and you’ll be as good a new. I think it’s probably best

though if you fixed yourself a place to sleep downstairs. Climbing

these stairs isn’t good for you.”

Nodding my head I lay back on the pillows and sighed.

“Thank you Doctor Elker. Thank you so much for everything. I’m

sorry I had to pull you away from your family on a Saturday...

Much less the middle of the day.”

Doctor Elker only smiled at me and patted my arm gently.

“Well your lucky Olivia. You’re the only patient I’ll make a house

call for. Besides my husband understands and my daughter knows

that I fix ‘boo-boos’. You rest for a few hours, and then you can go

back to your regular activities. Try not to let your father scare you

again. Another scare like that and you’ll be in labor in no time.”

I smiled once more and closed my eyes. Peter had gone to see

Doctor Elker out so I rested my eyes. It had been a few minutes, but

suddenly I felt Peter’s hands run over my baby belly. I took in a

breath and opened up my eyes.

“That tickles. Oh. Do you feel that? The baby’s kicking. She says hi

daddy.”

Peter’s hands moved to the left of my stomach a little just so he

could follow our little girl.

“Are you going to play tag with daddy?”

I only laughed a little as our daughter’s feet kicked me in different

places inside my womb. She was a very active little girl.

“She’s very active. I think playing tag is going to be her favorite

game with you.”
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I’d never seen such warmth in Olivia’s eyes before. The maternal

glow that surrounded her was beautiful. I couldn’t wait to hold our

daughter for the first time. It was just one of life’s precious

moments. A slight knock on the door pulled Olivia and I from our

moment.

“Son? Is Olivia alright?”

I watched as Olivia adjusted herself on the pillows a little. I kissed

her forehead and stayed quiet for a minute.

“Walter I’m fine. Really I am. We’re both fine. You can come in. I

don’t bite. I’m sorry I scared you earlier. But one thing, please don’t

sneak up on me again. The last thing I want right now is another

scare. My blood pressure is high enough as it is.”

Walter came closer to the both of us and sat on the edge of the bed.

His face was full of curiosity like a little kid.

“Olivia, may I... May I feel your belly?”

I smiled when his face lit up once more. I kissed Olivia’s forehead as

she helped place his hand over her stomach.

“My my, this child is very active. Strong like her mother.”

I saw Olivia blush a little. She yawned and leaned back on the

pillows. Walter took that as his queue to leave the room. Shutting the

bedroom door, I turned back to Olivia who was already fast asleep. I

put a strand of messy blond hair behind her and placed my right

hand back over her baby belly. I put my ear next to my hand and

began to whisper to my little girl.

“Daddy loves you sweetheart. We’re just sorry we have to bring you

into a world that isn’t ideal at the moment.”

That got me a good hard kick. I saw Olivia groan and move her head

from side to side for a second. I tapped my index finger against her

stomach to calm her down.

“Hey there. Relax sweetheart. Daddy won’t let anything happen to

you. Mommy won’t either.”
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When I opened up my eyes, I found that Peter had his hand and his

ear to my stomach and was whispering to our daughter.

“Hey.”

Peter seemed startled at first by my voice, but then gave a small kiss

to my stomach. He smiled back at me and leaned up against the

pillows next to me.

“Hey, did you get enough sleep? I’m sorry if I woke you.”

I nodded my head and leaned up against the pillows again. Pressing

my hand up against my back, I groaned a little. My sciatic nerve was

bothering me again.

“Here let me get that. Your Sciatic nerve bothering you again? I

think the baby likes to sit on it just in spite of everything.”

I only smiled as Peter massaged my lower back. I relaxed but maybe

a little too much. I gasped and sat up a little.

“Oh my god Peter. I’m all wet.”

Peter’s smile disappeared and he looked at me carefully. He watched

my facial expression momentarily.

“Did your water just break? Are you... you feeling any pain?”

I was scared and I looked around the room a little. Peter pulled back

the covers and put his hand on the sheet. I sniffed the air for a

second, my face turning red.

“Peter its ok... I think I just peed the bed... I guess I couldn’t hold it

in any longer...”

Peter left the bedroom and went into the bathroom. I heard him turn

the water on so he could wash his hands. I swung my legs over the

side of the bed and stood up carefully. Suddenly, the entire room

was spinning; it was spinning so fast that I couldn’t see straight. I

stumbled a little. I could barely see Peter, but then I felt as if I were

falling down.

“Peter something’s wrong... I-I don’t feel right.”

I felt Peter lower me to the floor and have me lean up against the

night table next to the bed.

“Just put your head between your knees. Well try to. I’ll be right

back; I’m going to get you a cool compress. Just try and relax.”

I wanted to panic, I was scared right now and I just needed Peter

nearby. I didn’t want him to leave. I was afraid that he’d leave me

alone. I don’t know why.

“Peter, please don’t leave me. I don’t know what’s happening to me

please stay.”

I’d closed my eyes so that the spinning would stop, but I could still

feel it even with my eyes closed. I felt a cool washcloth on the back

of my neck suddenly.

“Only way to cure Syncope. Just relax. How do you feel?”

It’d been a few minutes and my head was starting to clear. When I

opened up my eyes, I could see clearly.

“Much, much better. I’ve never felt that way before Peter.”
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Two days later...

“Peter, I just want to look for some last minute baby clothes. Oh

come on, we shouldn’t be that long. I found the most adorable little

dress the other day...”

Peter only laughed a little and rubbed my stomach a little before the

light turned green. Just then my phone rang in its holder on my belt

loop on my pants. Clearing my throat I spoke up.

“Dunham. When did this happen? Gunfire? Where? Two miles from

the Children’s Resale shop on Grant street? Peter and I are at the

Children’s Resale shop. I will. Thank you sir.”

Peter was parking in a parking spot when I hung up my phone.

Before he turned off the car he looked at me.

“So let me guess, that was Broyles on the phone. What’d he say?”

I looked around and then opened up the glove box, pulling out my

spare gun. I’d need it before this firefight was over. I looked Peter in

the eye seriously.

“Well I know you heard me say that there was gunfire heard about

two miles from here. Broyles is sending a tactical team to us now.

Walternate has sent a wave of Shape shifters to our side and the

Blight is following behind them. They’ll be here in less than 20

minutes...”

It wasn’t long at all for the sound of gunfire to reach our ears. It

wasn’t until a bullet bounced off my back break light that Peter and I

sprung into action. Peter always hid an extra in his left shoe just in

case he needed it. We both got out of the car, with my newfound

sense of hearing I could almost hear the direction of where the bullet

sounds were coming from. All of a sudden, bullets flew in Peter and

I’s direction. I shot two bullets before I was hit in the side by a stray

bullet. I hit the ground hard, but Peter helped me up and we started

running... We still couldn’t see anyone but we ran far and fast...

There’s a convenience store/restaurant nearby, Sol de Mexico... We

go into the store and notice all the people inside are hiding... They

are hiding under tables that seem to be set up with nice white dinner

tablecloths... Peter shoves me under one and says:

“Don't come out for anything... As long as you’re in here, you'll be

safe.”

At this point I'm begging him not to go:

“Peter please, you can't go. Please just stay here. If you don't stay

here, I'm going with you...”

Peter only shook his head at me, worry written across his face.

“No it’s too dangerous for you. I don't want you or the baby to get

hurt...”

Then the bell on the store door rung, telling me it had opened and

closed... I followed him outside, but I couldn't find him... His voice

was so far away... It was as if he'd disappeared... I was left alone in

the empty parking lot and suddenly it was foggy... I could see

nothing after that... But the gunfire continued... So the only thing I

could do was turn back, my hand all the while pressing against the

gaping wound in my side. I knew I was leaving a blood trail behind,

but I didn’t care. Opening and closing the door to the store/restaurant

the bell let everyone know that I was there. One man, who I think

was the owner/cook, stuck his head out from under the table.

Finding my spot under the table covered with the long white table

cloth I settled under it. The bleeding from my wound in my side

wasn’t slowing any. I tore a piece of my jeans off and tried to press

it over my wound. Before long it was soaked through with my own

blood. I felt a splash of water suddenly, and the floor under me

became soaking wet. No way. This isn’t the right place for this to

be happening! And Peter’s not even here! I bit on a piece of the

tablecloth to stifle a scream. It wasn’t working very well. I wasn’t

going to let anything get the best of me. I heard the door open when

the bell tinkled. I wanted to hold my breath but I needed to breathe

through the pain. From my spot under the table, I could see Newton

heading the front of a large group of shape shifters. I gasped, and

apparently he heard me. The table cloth was lifted and I was pulled

onto my feet by my hair...

“Well, Agent Dunham. What a surprise to see you here. The

Secretary would like to see you...”

I spit on Newton, I didn’t want to see Walternate. I despised him

with all my heart. I was having a baby, and seeing Walternate was

the last thing on my list...

To Be Continued...

A/N: So, what’d you guys think? Let me know! Thanks!

[Kaslyna]

More.

[Mancha]

Chapter 3: So begins the Destruction

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own:

the baby and the people in the store/restaurant. Date Started:

4/25/11. Date Finished: 4/28/11. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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July 16th, 2012 4:35 p.m.

“Mr. Secretary sir, we need to get Agent Dunham to surgery now!

We need to extract the bullet and close the wound. The fact that this

child is coming quickly doesn’t help matters any.”

I was in an out of it as a couple of doctors held me up under my

arms. The pain was becoming more excruciating by the minute. I let

out a bloodcurdling scream. There was no way this baby was going

to wait. She was very impatient and wanted to come out and greet

the world. Though I was in and out of it, I managed to spit on

Walternate.

“You are a disgusting man. Tell me where Peter is.”

Before I could get an answer out of Walternate I was taken to an

operating room. A few doctors helped me up onto the table. I

screamed once more as pain ripped through me. One of the doctors

looked at me as she gave me a mild sedative.

“This will help with the pain, and don’t worry this won’t harm your

baby. But we have to get the bullet from your side. We don’t know

the extent of the damage it might have caused. We’re going to turn

you on your side so we can get the bullet out ok?”

I felt six sets of different hands turn me onto my side. I was

surprised when I couldn’t feel a thing that they were doing to me.

Just the pressure. That was all I felt. I could see at the corner of my

eye the bullet. It wasn’t as large as I thought it would be. They were

disinfecting the front of the wound, taking a couple of instruments

and examining the area.

“Looks like the bullet went clean through Olivia. There doesn’t seem

to be any permanent damage and it didn’t hit any of your vital

organs. Your child is perfectly safe.”

I could see another doctor closing up the wound with a surgical laser.

It looked like a pen-laser. Dressing was placed over site. Now came

the harder part. But my mind was focusing on two different trains of

thought completely. My thoughts at first wandered to Peter, who

was somewhere nearby, but wasn’t quite sure of his location. Then

my thoughts went straight to my baby. I was kept hydrated with ice

chips, but I was still very thirsty. I heard Peter’s voice suddenly, he

was running towards me.

“Olivia!”

Peter was there in seconds, holding onto my hand. I was in a daze so

I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Four guards showed up

instantly and ripped Peter away from me.

“Peter! Please don’t go! Fight them! Tell them to let you stay! I

can’t do this alone!”

Through all the commotion I’d barely heard what the doctor in front

of me was saying.

“Olivia I’m going to need you to scoot farther down, and I’m going

to need you to start pushing now!”

I was ignoring the doctor in front of me. I only wanted Peter. The

pain wasn’t manageable at this point. I could hear Peter screaming

my name down the hallway.

“Olivia! Fight them! Don’t let them do anything to you!”

How could I not let them do anything to me? I was having a baby! I

was brought back to the real world when the tall doctor with dark

brown hair and glasses spoke to me.

“Olivia, I need you to keep pushing! Keep going! That’s it!”

I did exactly what he told me to do, even if I didn’t like him. I

gathered up all my strength and began to push. I felt like I’d been

pushing for five years before the pressure finally left me. And that’s

when I heard it. Her cry. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever

heard in the world. Everything was blurry now, and I saw the small

screaming being that was my daughter covered in blood and other

fluids, flailing. She had a good strong cry. This was a good thing.

The umbilical cord was cut and she was placed into another doctor’s

arms and taken from the room. Her cries were deafening. But I

could do nothing to comfort her hungry cries. Her cries were so

desperate that I could no longer just sit here and do nothing.

“Where are you taking her? You bring my daughter back right now!

Bianca! Mommy’s coming to get you!”

I went to reach for my gun, but when I couldn’t find it, I only found

the nearest thing to me. A needle. I was feeling pressure again, and it

wasn’t feeling good at all. I took a breath and let it out. The tall

doctor with the glasses and dark brown hair that delivered Bianca

was speaking to me once more.

“Olivia I need you to concentrate for me. I’m going to have you

push again for me. Delivering the afterbirth is going to be kind of

messy. Just try and relax.”

I winced and tried to ignore the pain that was starting to come back.

But ignoring the pain was hard when you had to push.

“I would rather die or bleed to death so that my child could live than

do anything for you!”

It was true; I would sacrifice my life for my daughter. This was

only a distraction though. The pressure was starting to disappear. I

looked away as the afterbirth came out of me.

“Where did you take my baby? Where’s Bianca? Why did you take

her from me?”

The tall doctor with the dark brown hair and glasses didn’t answer

me. My ‘sensitive hearing’ kicked in again suddenly, and I could

hear Bianca crying. In a mad dash of adrenaline, I quickly picked up

the object in which I was seeking, the needle, throwing it at the

doctor’s neck I hit my intended target. I managed to move from the

temporary bed and almost fell to the floor. But I picked myself up

and fled the room. I was in a lot of pain, but I ignored it and kept

going. The hallway in this building was winding in every direction; it

seemed to go on forever. Bianca’s cries became louder and more

desperate as I came closer to her. Finally, I found the room she was

in, the glass window separating the both of us. There were at least

ten other babies in the room with her and nurses all wearing white. I

couldn’t see any of their faces, which would make them hard to

identify later on. There were machines all over the room, but none

of them seemed standard for a medical facility. Most of the babies

had electrodes with wires attached to them on their heads. Bianca

was the only one that didn’t have the electrodes on here forehead.

When she cried, the lights began to flicker. A nurse nearby her wrote

something down on a kind of chart. I burst into the room and

reached into the plastic basinet for Bianca. Her cries seemed to quiet

a little as she settled into my arms. I limped as I stepped farther back

from the nurse in front of me.

“What are you doing to these babies? These children? I want an

explanation!”

My conversation was cut short when I felt a sharp stab to my neck.

After that I didn’t see anymore. When I woke again, I found myself

lying in a soft bed, an iv line in my arm with saline running through

it. I turned my head to see a badly bruised and beat up Peter sitting

in a chair next to my bed.

“Peter. Maybe it was all just a dream. Where’s Bianca?”

Peter’s eyes seemed to sadden at the mention of Bianca. She was

nowhere to be found in the room. I held my tears back as Peter

spoke.

“No. She’s not here. I don’t know where they took her. They didn’t

even let me see her. Bianca is a beautiful name ‘Livia. And you’re

not dreaming. We’re still in an abandoned mental hospital Walternate

is using as his own personal fortress. He’s only allowing me to see

you for ten minutes. Then he’s taking me back to my cell. Who

would’ve thought I’d end up in a padded cell? We’ll get out of this

‘Livia. I promise you.”

I finally let the tears slip, but only momentarily. The destruction was

going to be widespread. I knew it was.

To Be Continued...

A/N: So, what’d you guys think? Let me know! Thanks!

[Kaslyna]

Cool. :haha:

[Mancha]

Chapter 4: Desolation and Isolation

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own:

Bianca. Date Started: 5/1/11. Date Finished: 5/5/11. Hope you will

all enjoy! Thanks!
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July 19th, 2012

I wouldn't deny that Walternate had chosen the perfect place to hide-

out. An abandoned mental hospital wasn't exactly a place some

people would begin their search. I was glad they'd set me up in a

room that had once been an office. Peter was being kept in a padded

cell a few rooms down... It's been nearly three days since I've seen

Bianca.

Walternate hasn't allowed me to see her. So that must mean that someone is bottle

feeding her. I longed for that closeness with her. I couldn't do much though when

everything outside my door was being heavily guarded. My door was locked with

a key and padlock... Walternate was making sure I couldn't get out unless I had

supervision. Even the guards outside my room were armed to the teeth in

weapons.

I leaned back on my pillows, hearing Bianca's cries with my ‘super

hearing’ were the most heartbreaking thing ever. There was a

woman I could also hear too trying to get her to fall asleep.

“It's ok Bianca. Shh... Try and go to sleep now...”

But Bianca wouldn't have it; her cries only grew louder and more

desperate. I pushed the help button on the remote on the bed next to

my lap. I then heard a guard carefully unlock the door and the

padlock on it, stepping in he sneered at me.

“Yes, what do you need?”

What did I need? I needed my little girl and I wanted to get out of

here! I'd have to play some cards here to get out of this room.

“Please can I see my daughter? She can't be without her mother.

You really don't have to do this. Why do you listen to the secretary

anyways? Why would you want to destroy our world?”

The guard only sneered at me more. It was time to let my hormones

do the talking...

“Please! I need to see my baby! She needs her mother!”

At this point I was becoming desperate. I knew that Post-partum

depression kicked in quickly, but I didn’t think it would kick in this

fast. The guard still sneered at me momentarily. I had to create

another diversion. I began to feel very warm suddenly. I couldn’t

control my abilities so I could combust at any point in time. I felt

pain in my side. I hadn’t intended for this to happen... I doubled

over in pain and rolled over onto my side on the bed. The guard

reached for his walkie-talkie and called for a team of doctors.

“Agent Dunham requires medical assistance. Notify Mr. Secretary.”

I felt like I was running an extremely high fever. I swallowed, and

my mouth felt so parched. My lips were dry and it was getting

harder to speak.

“Wh-what’s going on?”

The heat was becoming so intense I could see waves of it coming off

me. The smoke would come soon enough. They’d have to ice-pack

me for awhile to get me cool again. I was rushed out of my room on

a stretcher and into the emergency room where I’d had Bianca. I

was disoriented as a bunch of doctors began placing the cold ice-

packs over my body. I shivered as the cold touched my skin. A

nurse stuck a thermometer into my mouth.

“Doctor Benson, Olivia’s temperature reads at over 110 degrees!

These ice-packs aren’t going to help her. We need to get her into a

bath.”

I wanted Peter. I wanted him to be here with me. I didn’t like being

alone. I’d feel much better if Astrid and Walter were also here. The

water in the tub was absolutely freezing to me, even though the

water was warm.

“This water is freezing! Can’t you warm it up?”

I didn’t know why I was feeling angry, but I was for some reason. A

couple of hands pushed my head under the water suddenly. As I

tried to struggle against them, a strong set of arms held me in place.

The harder I fought the stronger the grip on me became. I felt myself

beginning to lose consciousness, but then another pair of strong arms

pulled me from the watery grave. My mind barely registered that it

was Peter. As he held me in his arms he spoke.

“It’s ok. I’ve got ya. Nobody’s going to hurt you anymore. I

promise.”

I spit out some water and looked into his eyes lovingly. How’d he

get out of his cell? It was just one of the many things that wandered

through my mind.

“Easy there Liv. Take it easy. Just keep taking deep breaths in and

out. That’s it. That’s my girl... I’m sorry I wasn’t there when Bianca

was born. The guards separated us before I could see her being

born. They threw me in the padded room next door just as you were

starting to push. The only way I found out that Bianca had been

born was a simple piece of paper one of the guards had slipped

through the service window saying: ‘You have a daughter.’ I wanted

more than anything to be there with you.”

I weakly put a hand up to his face and caressed it for a moment. The

pain in my side was gone. Another doctor burst into the room and

saw me begin to sputter. I spit out some more water. I must have

swallowed more water than I thought. With the help of Peter and

the doctor, I was able to stand on my feet. Legs shaking from the

weight, and the pain emanating from my lower half of my body,

weren’t helping any. I wasn’t supposed to be walking yet. As we got

to the hallway, I felt something sticky. A confused look crossed my

face as I looked down at myself. The doctor next to me, Doctor

Benson noticed and his face paled.

“Mr. Bishop, help me lift your wife up. She’s bleeding. We need to

get her back into the emergency room...”

I was trying to keep my eyes open, but my mind seemed to be

shutting down. I opened up my eyes once more as Peter and Doctor

Benson helped place me onto the table. Doctor Benson’s lab coat

was covered in my blood. Peter’s arms were covered in it as well. I

winced as they set me down. The pain was unbearable.

“Where’s the rest of your team?”

Doctor Benson looked at Peter and shook his head.

“The Secretary had replaced my team with the first wave. Only

because he knew that a lot of them were trying to rebel against him.

Olivia would’ve been dead if you hadn’t come along and saved her

from drowning. The Secretary had strict orders for me not to

intervene.”

My eyes were fluttering open and closed again as Doctor Benson

looked back at me.

“Olivia I need you to keep your eyes open for me ok? You’re going

to feel some pressure and some pain, just try and relax. I’d give you

something for the pain, but we ran out treating wounded soldiers.

The Secretary hasn’t allowed for me to get more yet... And we’re so

far from anything that has decent medical equipment.”

This made me wonder: how far out were we? Were we out in the

middle of nowhere? I was starting to feel groggier as the minutes

slipped by. But Peter kept encouraging me to stay awake.

“Keep your eyes open baby. We’ll have everything fixed up in no

time.”

I kept my eyes open so that Peter knew that I was listening. Doctor

Benson was looking at Peter.

“Mr. Bishop, could you give me three of those towels over there?”

I shut my eyes when I began to feel the pressure. But it wasn’t the

pressure that bothered me, it was the pain. Peter squeezed my hand

to help comfort me. I clenched my teeth and gripped Peter’s hand. I

opened up my eyes and looked at Doctor Benson. He had a grim

expression on his face.

“This doesn’t make any sense. Some sort of delayed response I’m

guessing. Why it’s happening now is beyond me.”

Peter and I looked at each other confused. What’s going on? Peter

answered my question for me. Well not exactly answered it, but

asked it for me.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

The grim look never left Doctor Benson’s face. Shaking his head he

went back to trying to stop the bleeding.

“What I mean is her Uterus is bleeding and it won’t stop. Usually

this only happens after birth if even force or stress is applied. But not

in Olivia’s case. If I can’t get the bleeding to stop, well we’re looking

at a very poor outcome here...”

Now it was my turn to pale. Peter kept his grip on my hand tight. I

was worried. But I knew I’d pull through. Peter turned to Doctor

Benson and eyed him suspiciously.

“I know it’s your duty to help injured people, but why haven’t you

told anyone I’m out of my cell?”

Doctor Benson looked up at Peter and gave him a small smile.

“Not all of us follow what Secretary Bishop does. He’s a real son of

a bitch. I’ll help you in any way I can. I’ll help you escape. But it’ll

have to be planned carefully. As you can see, The Secretary has

guards everywhere. I will get the two of you out, even if it means

giving my life. Olivia, I’ll find some way to get Bianca to you. I’ve

seen how sad you’ve been without her.”

I couldn’t deny it, I think I was becoming depressed. Post-partum

depression was normal among women with new babies. Doctor

Benson smiled at me. The pressure and the pain were gone.

“Olivia, I managed to stop the bleeding. But I advise that you rest for

at least a couple more days before moving around again. I’ll see

what I can do to have you reunited with Bianca again. I’m going to

get you a wheelchair and have your husband help you change into

some clean clothes.”

Peter was gentle when he helped me change into some clean clothes.

I felt better, but I knew I’d need a shower sooner or later.

“I know I must smell wonderful Peter. I haven’t exactly had the time

to take a shower in the past few days... Giving birth and all. They

took Bianca away before I could even hold her. She came out of me

and then they took her away.”

Peter gave me his 100 watt smile and kissed my forehead.

“Well if you need someone to help you with that, I’m available. And

don’t worry, we’ll get Bianca back. But like I said, if you need

someone to help you shower, I can help, I am available.”

The mischievous look on Peter’s face gave him away. Even in the

direst of circumstances he still finds ways to flatter me. Doctor

Benson came back with the wheelchair and I frowned at it as the

two lowered me into it. I placed a hand up to my forehead.

“This is embarrassing. I hate not being able to take care of myself.”

Peter only placed a hand on my cheek and caressed it momentarily. I

smiled as Doctor Benson wheeled me back to my room. When we

got in there, Peter had a look around and sighed.

“This is the room The Secretary sent you to? This looks like an old

office! It’s dusty and it’s unsafe!”

As Doctor Benson and Peter helped me into bed and were placing

the covers over me Walternate walked in. I gave him my best death

stare I could muster up.

“Ah son, Doctor Benson. Son, what are you doing out of your cell?

Doctor Benson, what seems to be the trouble here? Is Agent

Dunham in distress?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed at Walternate. He had

no use for me, other than keeping me captive. Peter was the first to

speak.

“I had to use the restroom. Doctor Benson let me out. He took me

to see Olivia.”

Walternate grew angry pulled a gun on him. I grew very afraid

suddenly. We needed to keep Doctor Benson alive. Doctor Benson

put his hands up in submission.

“Mr. Secretary sir, I’m the only Obstetrician in this whole place. If

you kill me, who is going to take care of Olivia and Bianca? We have

no Pediatricians here and I’m the only person you’ve got.”

Walternate hit Doctor Benson over the head with the butt of his gun.

Out cold, no one could do anything for him. Peter was thrown out of

the room by Walternate. I could do nothing but watch as he was

dragged from the room. I heard a door shut next door. The must

have sent him to a different room because he’d said he was placed

into a padded room next to the emergency room. I sneered at him

when he came into the entrance to my room.

“You’ll never see your daughter Olivia. I won’t let you. You’ll never

get out of here. I’m putting an extra lock on your door... Let’s see if

you can get out of this one...”

My door was shut and I heard two locks instead of one. I was

trapped, but I wasn’t going to stay in here long. Not with the help of

Doctor Benson, who at the moment was lying sprawled on the floor

in a heap next to my bed.

To Be Continued...

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[Mancha]

Chapter 5: Rude Awakening

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own

Bianca. Date Started: 5/26/11. Date Finished: 5/27/11. Hope you will

all enjoy! Thanks!
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July 20th, 2012

I woke to the sound of silence other than the heart monitor that was

checking my heart rhythm. I wouldn’t deny it, I was sore. I looked

over to find Doctor Benson still sprawled in a pile on the floor next

to the bed. I winced as I leaned over the side of the bed to try and

rouse Doctor Benson from his unconscious state. Bianca needs to

nurse soon.

“Doctor Benson, can you hear me?”

I had managed to reach down and touch his face with my hand.

Good, he’s still warm. He reacted to my touch and nearly hit me

square in the jaw. I was barely able to move out of his path. His

eyes flew open and he looked me in the eyes.

"Olivia? What happened?"

I took a deep breath in and tried to ignore my discomfort. Wincing

once more I told him what had happened the night before.

“The Secretary had a guard lock you in here with me. He beat you

and then had you locked in here. He'd said you were a traitor.”

Doctor Benson looked at me through two black eyes. He was more

concerned about my condition though rather than his own state of

health.

“Olivia, I need you to stay absolutely still. I don't want those sutures

coming out of you. Your womb is very sensitive right now. The

slightest movement could cause a rupture and you could bleed out.”

I nodded my head. Of course. I was more than just uncomfortable

now. I saw the bag on the side of the bed that was attached to the

catheter was full. Doctor Benson managed to get to his feet and walk

towards the other side of the bed.

“Dear god, both these bags are full. Judging by the color of this, you

have an infection. Gotta change this catheter out. I’ll have to ask the

secretary to get more. Beg him if I have to. This place has been

closed down since 1920. So everything in here is so out of date. I

don’t have access to much modern day technology. I’ll do what I

can to get you the much needed medical attention with what little

supplies I have. Just relax while I have this changed out.”

I looked up at the ceiling. I dealt with the discomfort. It was getting

harder to deal with things without knowing where Bianca was. She

was my baby. Doctor Benson had told me he’d find some way to get

her back to me.

“Ok, this must be just as embarrassing for me as it is for you, but I

really need to ask this question: um, how many times a day should

Bianca be breastfed? I’m only asking because I seem to be

producing more milk than my breasts could possibly handle. If that’s

even possible. I was very uncomfortable at first, but now its starting

to hurt. Is that normal?”

I’d never felt more embarrassed asking that question. I put a hand

over my eyes to shield my reaction. Doctor Benson was kind and

gentle.

“Well from what you’re describing to me Olivia, it sounds like you

are over-lactating. Meaning you are producing more milk than your

body can handle. It’s rare, but it can happen.”

I turned my attention back to Doctor Benson as he carefully

discarded of the used catheter in the biohazardous container by the

door. He rummaged through different drawers trying to find a new

catheter. I turned my head towards the ceiling once he found a new

one. I bit my lip for the minute I was uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry that was uncomfortable for you. You know my joy in

life, my job, is to help women bring their babies into the world. You

included Olivia. I couldn’t hurt a hair on a child’s head. I’m going to

expose The Secretary for what he really is. There are a dozen or

more babies in this old hospital. ‘Given up by their parents for

adoption’. The Secretary is making an illegal sale this afternoon. The

first one on The Secretary’s list is your daughter Bianca. He’d told

the new parents you’d died of complications during childbirth.

Personally I think the whole adoption plans are just a scam. He’s

hiding something bigger. I just have to figure out what it is.”

I’d had enough of this nonsense. I was going to get Bianca out of

here. Peter and I were also going to find a way for the rest of these

babies to go back to their parents. I heard noise outside my door

suddenly. It was a man and a woman. But it was the woman’s voice

that made my skin crawl.

“Oh David! I can’t believe we’re going to be taking Megan home

with us!”

Doctor Benson closed his eyes momentarily as he ripped off his

gloves, throwing them into the biohazard bin by the door. By his

reaction, I could tell he knew about the whole transaction.

“ ‘Megan’ is what they named your daughter Bianca. I will do

everything in my power to stop the transaction. But the couple gave

The Secretary a quarter of a million dollars for a healthy white baby

girl with brown hair and green eyes.”

I was upset, and I wasn’t going to let them take her away. I wasn’t

going to let them do it. I struggled to get out of bed. Doctor Benson

helped me into a wheelchair and up to the locked door the couple

was passing by. I slammed my hands against the door, causing a

gasp and startled reaction out of the unknown woman on the other

side.

“What was that noise?”

I wanted to laugh at the woman. She had no idea that I was on the

other side of the door. Shaking my head, I put my ear up against the

door when I heard a baby begin to fuss. Though I’d only held her

for a few minutes a day after she was born, I knew her cries.

Walternate cleared his throat on the other side of the door.

“It’s nothing you should worry about dear. This place is old and full

of strange noises. Now, if you’ll just follow me back to my office,

we’ll finish up with the paperwork and you’ll be able to bring Megan

to her new home.”

I wanted to scream. They couldn’t have her. They just couldn’t.

Doctor Benson tugged on the door handle. He swore when his hand

began to hurt.

“Shit. This door is stuck tight. It figures since he put several locks on

it.”

I tried standing up, but Doctor Benson gently pushed me back down

into the wheelchair. I tugged once, and then twice on the door. I

wasn’t going to accept defeat, but I broke down and began to cry,

my hands catching my tears. They were taking my baby away. But

I’d get her back. I’d break into Walternate’s office if I had to.

Finding their address wouldn’t be too hard to find. I worked for the

FBI.

To Be Continued...

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[Mancha]

Chapter 6: Setting the Children Free

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own

Bianca and the other children. Date Started: 6/18/11. Date Finished:

6/19/11. I hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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July 28th, 2011

Doctor Benson and I were able to escape my room and into the

lower levels of the hospital without detection. I blended in by

wearing the black uniform all the nurses wore here. I kept my face

well hidden behind a surgical mask so that no one would figure out

who I was. Doctor Benson had gone so far as to glue a fake beard

onto his face. I finally found the room with all the infants in it. Most

were asleep, and others were beginning to become fussy. There was

a keypad next to the door. I didn’t know the code. Doctor Benson

pulled me to the side and whispered the code into my ear.

“6543. Memorize it, in case we get caught.”

Nodding my head, I quickly punched in the code and opened up the

door. There had to be at least 25 babies in here! We couldn’t

possibly get all of them out at once! Doctor Benson seemed to read

my mind.

“Don’t worry, I’ve disabled all the cameras in this wing of the

hospital and I’ve got more help coming to assist us.”

I nodded my head and checked on all the babies. I saw Doctor

Benson frown at a smaller looking baby girl in the plastic basinet

farthest from me.

“Reinforcements will be here in a minute I’ve managed to disable all

the cameras in this room and security shouldn’t be a problem for at

least 20 minutes. I’ve got to get this little one some oxygen or she’ll

suffer from respiratory failure. We want to get her back to her

parents healthy. I’ll be a couple of doors down.”

Peter came into the room disguised as one of the doctors. I smiled as

he came in with at least 23 other real doctors. We were going to

bring all these babies to safety. There were no guards in the

hallways; they were ‘called away on urgent business’.

“Where’s the other little girl? There’s supposed to be 10 girls and 15

boys. I only see 9 girls here.”

I sighed and rocked a little boy who was beginning to fuss. He had

the most beautiful brown eye I’d ever seen. He’d grabbed onto my

finger with his little hand.

“Doctor Benson took her next door. She needed some oxygen. She

was going into respiratory failure. This baby looks like an Alexander

to me. But I’m not his mother. She should name him when we

return him to her.”

We’d kept quiet as we made our way into the hallway. There was

only one door blocking us from the outside world. I hoped and

prayed that we’d get these children out of here safely. We had two

vans waiting for us outside. I managed to push the door open with

the plastic basinet. Some of us had three a piece. We carefully

loaded each baby into the two vans, making sure they were all

secure. Peter and I climbed into the first van. He in the driver’s seat,

and me in the passenger’s. The first batch of babies were fast asleep

in the five row van. We quickly made our way out of the

entranceway, but not before bullets began spraying the van. Peter

and I hunched over when a bullet went through the driver’s side

window and completely through mine. Peter peeled out of the

entranceway and down the street. Some of the babies were crying

now, and I did my best to comfort them.

“It’s ok. I’m right here. It’s alright.”

I had to make sure that the three who were screaming their heads off

wouldn’t wake up the other seven that were sound asleep. Then as if

on cue, they quieted and started to whimper. They liked my voice

for some reason. I had a list of addresses where these babies’

families were. At the end of the first page was the address of man

and woman who had ‘adopted’ Bianca. I’d barely had time to

change into some ‘street clothes’ before we reached our first

destination. It was a residence in Watertown. A nice neighborhood

with well kept yards and white picket fences, it reminded me of

Mayberry for some reason. The most ironic this was, the little boy I

had pushed out of the building was the first baby to be returned to

his parents. I carefully gathered the happy little boy into my arms

and made my way up the almost perfect steps. Knocking on the

door, I took a deep breath in. Letting it out slowly, I heard the lock

on the front door click and the door opened up. A woman looked at

me confused.

“Hi. Maya Anderson? I’m Olivia Dunham with the FBI. I came to

return your son to you personally. A man who I cannot name out of

confidentiality is running an adoption scheme ring and we found over

25 children in an abandoned mental hospital 40 miles from here.

We’re returning each child to their parents.”

I carefully placed the boy into Mrs. Anderson’s arms just as her

husband came to the door.

“Alex! Thank you for bringing back our son! Thank you so much!

Can you catch the man who’s doing this? Its people like him that

destroy this world...”

Oh you have no idea... If only this man knew what was really

destroying this world. Walternate now had the power in his hands.

Little did I know, Walternate was planning on expanding his army.

And children was just the tip of the ice-berg...

To Be Continued...

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[Mancha]

Chapter 7: Bringing Bianca Home

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own:

Bianca, the other babies and Doctor Benson. Date Started: 6/24/11.

Date Finished: 6/29/11. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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August 1st, 2011

The last address on the list was ironically my old apartment in

Brighton. As I made my way up the steps, I felt like I was coming

home again. But this wasn't my home anymore. It was the home of

Karen and Daniel Salson. I rang the doorbell and heard a baby begin

to fuss behind it. Mrs. Salson was the one who answered the door.

"Can I help you?"


My eyes softened at the sight of Bianca. Her dark brown hair and

green little eyes stared back at Mrs. Salson. Suddenly, I felt a pang

of jealousy. This was my daughter they had. I cleared my throat and

gave Mrs. Salson a polite smile.

"Mrs. Salson, I'm Olivia Dunham with the FBI. I'd like to ask you

and your husband a few questions about the man who cleared your

adoption papers of Megan. We think he may be running an adoption

agency scam."

Mrs. Salson let me into my apartment. They had decorated it with

bright bold colors. Reds and yellows, greens and gold's. These

people reminded me of the Brady Bunch. She was now feeding

Bianca with a bottle, who was happily eating away. I cleared my

throat and began my questions.

"So Mr. and Mrs. Salson, do you remember the man who helped

you with Megan's adoption papers?"

Mrs. Salson nodded her head and moved slightly on the couch

across from me. I fidgeted in the chair.

"Yes a Doctor Clems. He said that Megan would be a perfect fit for

us. See we'd been trying to have a baby for the last couple of years,

and when we found out about Megan we knew that she would fill

the void in our lives, you see I can't have children so Megan was the

logical choice."

I jotted down her statement in two sentences and asked my next

question. This would set into motion the table of events that would

explode in my face.

"Did he happen to say what happened to her mother?"

Mr. Salson looked at me and frowned.

"Doctor Clems told us she died of complications. She suffered

massive hemorrhaging. Megan was left an orphan."

It was time to blow my cover. I had proof in my back pocket and a

warrant to take Bianca back with me.

"Oh I did, did I? Well I'll tell the two of you this I didn't die. I gave

birth to her and I started to bleed out. The doctor's left me and they

took my daughter Bianca away from me. I couldn't even hold her.

Here, I have the proof."

I quickly popped the DVD surveillance video from the mental

hospital into the DVD player. I popped up on the screen. My face

was covered in sweat and I was struggling. I hadn't realized I'd bit

one of the doctor's trying to help me. The bullet wound had been

fixed, but now I could see Bianca coming out of me. The

surveillance video was surprisingly in color. I could even hear my

voice screaming at the doctors.

"Where are you taking her? You bring my daughter back right now!

Bianca! Mommy's coming to get you! I would rather die or bleed to

death so that my child could live than do anything for you!"

Mrs. Salson raised her eyebrows at me. I knew that they were going

to fight against me, try and take her away from me again. But I had

the warrant to take her, and the test results to prove it. I had all the

proof I needed right here.

"Ok so if you're her mother, then who is the father? If you are so

inclined to claim that my child is yours?"

Boy, Mrs. Salson was a defiant woman wasn't she? I straightened

out my pantsuit as best I could and reached into the folder bringing

out some pictures of Walternate.

"Is this the man you completed adoption papers with? Is he the one

that gave you Megan?"

Mrs. Salson nodded her head and took a careful look at Walternate's

picture.

"Yes, that's Doctor Clems. But he looks so different. Why is he

wearing a suit?"

This was the part I couldn't tell them because it was classified. Not

that they'd believe me anyhow since Walternate is the Secretary of

Defense in the other world. The world I wanted to forget about...

Somehow though, I knew that my alternate was running around with

her son somewhere in our universe. I was over the fact that Peter

had gotten her pregnant thinking it was me. But I had to remember it

wasn't on purpose. The past was the past.

"I'm sorry; I can't tell you that piece of information. That's classified.

If you need more proof that this is my child, here are the results

from each of the blood tests my husband and I took."

How could Mrs. Salson not see the obvious? I'd given birth to

Bianca not too long ago. She and her husband each took the paper's

telling of the blood test results. Each of them frowned at the results.

"This shows that you gave birth to her three weeks ago. This still

doesn't make you her mother."

Now it was my turn to frown. Peter had been hiding in the other

room, and had just come out on my signal of frowning.

"Well, even with the evidence given to the both of you, the two of

you still deny everything that Agent Dunham has been telling you.

How far are you two willing to go to keep this little girl?"

I felt Peter's hand tighten on my shoulder. I took a deep breath. Now

the father, Mr. Salson was sounding patronizing towards me.

"You think the two of you can just come in here and take Megan

away from us? We're going to need more proof than what you've

given us here today. I'm not buying the surveillance video, or the

blood tests. They could've just as easily been manipulated. For all

we know, the real mother in that video isn't even you!"

Before Mr. Salson could go any further, I slapped down the warrant

on the coffee table in front of me to prove my point.

"I have a warrant here that says I can legally take the baby from the

two of you. I suggest you two get a good lawyer."

Peter and I got up and left the Salson's residence, taking Bianca with

us. She cried in my arms momentarily as I carried her to the car, but

as I put her in the car seat she quieted a little.

"There we go, that's my girl. Mommy's right here."

Peter and I had finally gotten our little girl back. But at what price?

We both knew that the Salson's would fight their hardest to get

Bianca back. But they weren't getting her back. She was ours.

To Be Continued...

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[Mancha]

Chapter 8: The Silver in the Blood

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own

Bianca and the other babies... Along with Doctor Benson. Date

Started: 6/23/11. Date Finished: 7/13/11. Hope you will all enjoy!

Thanks!
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August 8th, 2011

Bianca was fussy. I watched as she settled and began to nurse again.

Nuzzled as close to my chest as she could get she continued with her

meal. She stopped when she began to choke. I pulled her away

momentarily speaking endearments to her.

"Whoa there baby girl, easy. The food's not going anywhere. It's

alright..."

I frowned when I saw what she was choking on. Red and silver

blood. My blood ran cold and I called for Peter, in a way I'd never

called for him before.

"Oh my god! Peter! Peter come quick!"

I remained strong as Peter came running into the room. He saw my

face a paler color than usual and knew something was wrong.

"What? What's wrong?"

But he instantly knew when he saw the silver/red blood on Bianca's

cheeks. I was trying my best not to freak out. But everything besides

the world, literally, was falling down around my head. I took deep

breaths and kept repeating one sentence.

"This is my baby. This is my baby. This is my baby."

I refused to believe that Walternate had turned my sweet little girl

into a shape shifter! Her cries sounded like her. I guess I was just

afraid of what else I would find. I quickly covered myself up when

Peter called for Walter.

"Walter! We need you in here!"

Walter came in happily at first, but then his face fell when he saw

the tears in my eyes and Bianca's face.

"Dear god, either Walternate has succeeded in perfecting his shape

shifter army and dosed my granddaughter with something to change

her blood or this isn't my granddaughter... Meaning she could be..."

I cut Walter off, practically yelling at him. I didn't mean it, it was just

I was so afraid of what the outcome of this was.

"No, I can't accept that! This is my baby! Walter we can test her

blood. You can make her better can't you?"

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The look in Olivia's eyes was one of despair. Something I didn't see

very often out of her. I prayed that this was our daughter and not a

shape shifter that's replaced her. That means the other babies could

be infected too. She looked like Bianca, and sounded like her too.

But her movements were all wrong. She wasn't moving like a normal

baby should. Babies didn't jerk around like she did. Which could

suggest some sort of neurological disorder. Walter stated what could

be the obvious.

"Son, watch this child's movements. The jerking motions are slight

but you can see them if you look closely. Either she is showing early

signs of a neurological disorder or it's something else entirely but I

won't know for sure until I check this child's blood. Let's get her

down to the lab."

Walter took Bianca from Olivia's arms and carried her out of the

bedroom. The basement had become his lab away from Harvard.

We followed him out of the room and downstairs to the basement.

Bianca by then was crying up a storm.

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Peter stood next to me and rubbed my shoulders, knowing it was a

comfort thing for me. But I was ignoring everything and zoning in on

Bianca. Peter held onto her tiny foot as Walter pin-pricked it, a few

drops of her blood going into a vial in his hand. The silvery mix of

red blood and mercury was scaring me more than anything at the

moment. A knot began to form in my throat as Walter placed the

sealed vial into the centrifuge. Peter had taped the cotton ball to

Bianca's foot and wiped the silver/red blood from her cheeks. She

was still hungry, I could tell just by her whines. I took Bianca into

my arms once more and tried to calm her. But there didn't seem to

be anything that helped her relax.

"Walter? What's wrong with her? What's wrong with my daughter?"

Walter yet again took Bianca from my arms and placed her onto the

table in front of him. Her cries rang out through the basement as

Walter looked at her.

"It's hard to tell until we see what the blood analysis says. For now I

suggest you don't nurse her. She may be allergic to your breast milk

somehow..."

I could see the wheels in Walter's head were turning. But I didn't

know where they were going with this sudden idea. Peter was the

one to step in.

"Walter, I really don't think that by Olivia nursing Bianca it's making

her allergic. What's that got to do with why her blood looks the way

it does?"

Walter shook his head unsure of the implications of all this. He

looked Bianca over carefully and both Peter and I, ours eyes went to

a flat developing 'lump' on her lower back. My breath caught in my

throat. Peter was the first to speak up.

"That can't be what I think it is developing under her skin is it? A

data disc?"

I could feel all the color drain from my face and the ground came up

to meet me, but Peter was the one to catch me before I could reach

my unintended destination.

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I caught Olivia before she could reach the floor. I was startled by

what was happening, and I was feeling a bit queasy to my stomach

myself.

"Liv? 'Livia? Can you hear me?"

I carefully placed Olivia on the couch next to the stairs and pushed a

strand of blond hair from her face. It was at least 20 minutes before

she finally started to come around again. Her eyes carefully opened

up and stared straight into my own.

"Wha... What happened?"

Smoothing the hair from her face some more I kissed her forehead.

"Shh. Don't talk sweetheart. You fainted. Don't worry; Walter is

going to do everything in his power to help Bianca out. He won't let

anything bad happen to her."

She lie back on the couch cushions and closed her eyes momentarily.

I gripped her hand tightly. We'd get through this. But I knew she had

some issues still to work out. Trust was getting there, but there were

still some things she wasn't sure of. I just had to reassure her and let

her know that I was there for her.

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My stomach was hitching, and I knew Peter's was too, but he was

trying his best not to show it. I couldn't hold my queasiness in any

longer. I leaned over the side of the couch and barely missed Peter's

shoes. I hadn't felt this sick since before I had Bianca. I felt Peter's

hands go to my back. Sure of themselves as they worked the knots

out of my back and trying to keep me steady. I looked back at

Walter who was looking back at the helpless baby in his arms. His

forehead knit in either thought or worry.

"Olivia, I can save her. Just give me a little time postulate a theory. I

believe I may have a way to remove the data disc from her backside.

But she'll have to be anesthetized for it. I'm willing to work with a

Pediatric Surgeon. As long as they don't get in my way. The doctor's

at Massive Dynamic always find a way to get into my equipment."

I saw Peter roll his eyes at Walter but put a hand on his shoulder.

With shaky hands, I picked up Bianca and held her close to me. I

didn't want to beg Walter, but I felt that we were losing time here. I

tried to soothe her cries and finally she fell asleep.

"That's my good girl. Go to sleep."

I watched as she slept and began to suckle the air. She began to

whine in her sleep and I rocked her to try and get her to go back to

sleep. She wouldn't have it; she only kept wrapping her fingers

around my shirt. She was a strong little thing for only being three

weeks old. Peter helped me up the stairs and back to the bedroom.

Shutting the door, I sat down on the bed and helped guide Bianca

towards my breast. She hungrily latched on and began to nurse. I

rubbed her tiny back as she looked up at me bleary eyed. I ran a

finger across her cheek and she snuggled closer to me. I felt a weight

on the bed, and then Peter next to me. His seemingly large hand on

Bianca's small head brought comfort to me.

"It's ok Bianca. Daddy won't let anything bad happen to you.

Grandpa will find a way to make you well again."

Peter threw a blanket in my direction as Walter burst into the room.

I quickly made a mad dash and covered my exposed chest.

"Peter, Olivia! I've found something! You must see this! I found

traces of infant formula in the child's blood. Walternate is lacing a

powder form of mercury with the formula. He's turning each of the

children you rescued into shape shifters..."

It must be over time, because Bianca had been a perfectly normal

baby until about three days ago.

"But Walter, what about the shaking and jerking?"

Walter looked me in the eyes and spoke seriously.

"That I do not know my dear, but it is an interesting detail in all this.

Perhaps this works like a virus and attacks the brain first... I won't

know for sure until I run a comparative test on a sample of your own

blood Olivia, if you'll allow me of course."

I nodded my head slowly and straightened myself out. Bianca was

fast asleep again and my fingers traced her tiny nose and then her

little fingers. Who knew my first born would be used in a plot to

destroy our own universe?

To Be Continued...

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[Mancha]

Chapter 9: Cautious Optimism


Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe

characters. But I do own Bianca and the

Pediatric surgeon. Date Started: 8/15/11.

Date Finished: 8/20/11. Hope you will all

enjoy! Thanks!
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August 15th, 2011

“Doctor Bishop, is the infant under?”

I ask Doctor Bishop this to ensure that his

granddaughter doesn’t feel any kind of pain

during the procedure. I watched as he nodded

his head seriously.

“Yes Doctor Canton. We’re well underway. Make

sure she’s hydrated. I want nothing but the

best for my granddaughter.”

I was well aware that Doctor Bishop wanted

nothing but the best for his only

granddaughter, but we had a surgery to

perform here.

“I understand that Doctor Bishop, and we’ll

do everything we can for her. Are we ready to

get started?”

Doctor Bishop nodded his head. Taking a

breath to steady myself, I carefully picked

up the scalpel and looked down at the pen

marks on this tiny infants back. It wasn’t

long until I could see the disc, in a mixture

of silver and red blood. The problem was, I

couldn’t dislodge it from her insides because

it was slowly attaching itself to her

kidneys. This was going to prove very

difficult to remove.

“Doctor Canton, why have you stopped?”

I showed Doctor Bishop our predicament. His

frown was immeasurable. I didn’t know how we

were going to do this.

“It seems this data disc is attaching itself

to Bianca’s kidneys. Which means it could’ve

already attached itself to any number of her

other organs.”
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“Peter? What’s taking them so long? It’s been

well over four hours now.”

I couldn’t just stand here while they

operated on my daughter. I had to go to her.

What if something went wrong? What if Walter

and Doctor Canton couldn’t get the data disc

out?

“It’s alright sweetheart. Doctor Canton is

one of the best Pediatric Surgeons here at

Massive Dynamic. Nina wouldn’t have

recommended him to us if he wasn’t the best.

Now relax. The nurse says that Bianca is

doing just fine.”

I nodded my head and warded off a shiver that

was threatening to run down my spine.

Something doesn’t feel right. A nurse came

out of the operating room, her face filled

with worry and concern. A pit began to form

in my stomach.

“Peter, Olivia, I think you’d better sit down

for what I’m about to tell you.”

Peter reached for my hand and I grasped it

tightly. Taking a shaky breath in, I nodded

my head. Peter and I exchanged worried

glances.

“Doctor Canton and your father were able to

locate the data disc. But the bad news is

that disc is beginning to attach itself to

her kidneys. It has these kind of tendrils

that are attaching themselves to other vital

organs needed to function in order to keep

her alive. We’re afraid if we try and remove

it, we’ll do some serious damage. I’ve sent

in two extra Pediatric Surgeons to assist

with the procedure, but the outcome of

getting the data disc out now are less than

20%.”

I wasn’t going to accept this. Shaking my

head, I pulled my hand out of Peter’s and

walked towards the operating room. I knew it

wasn’t regulation that I go in, but I knew

the proper clothing, same kind of clothing

I’d worn when I went to see John. My mind was

on Bianca, and when I entered the room, all I

could see was her tiny body lying face down

on the operating table. Wires of every kind

going in and out of her. Walter was keeping

an eye on the monitors. Then I saw it, there

it was, the very data disc that I’d seen in

Senator Van Horn. My own flesh and blood had

one in her too. I was sick to my stomach, the

nurse was right, there were tiny tendrils

attaching themselves to her organs. I

tenderly grabbed for Bianca’s hand with my

own gloved one. I knew she could sense I was

there even if she was sedated. I looked into

Doctor Canton’s eyes.

“Please you have to help my daughter. She’s

the only child Peter and I have. Please help

her.”

I closed my eyes and saw the future. When I

opened them up, the room was all kinds of

bright purples and yellows oranges and

greens. A little girl sat at a kitchen table,

a drawing in front of her, purple crayon in

hand. Before she could even turn to look at

me she spoke.

“Hi mama. Do you like my purple butterflies?

And here in the middle is you and daddy.”

When she turned around her dark brown curly

hair and green eyes were piercing my own.

Then her eyes wandered toward my midsection.

“Hi Yesica. Do you like what I drew for mama?

Yeah? I think she likes it too...”

She could communicate with an unborn baby?

She was definitely special. I smiled down at

her; Bianca had turned out to be a beautiful

little girl.

“Bianca sweetheart, you know the baby can’t

see what you drew? You can talk to her?”

Bianca nodded her head at me and smiled more

as she placed a hand over my stomach.

“Of course. I can hear what she’s thinking

too. She says she wants to come out.”

I shook my head no at Bianca.

“Oh no baby girl. It’s too early for her to

come out yet. Besides, it would really hurt

mommy right now for her to come out. She

needs to stay in mama’s tummy for two more

months.”

My mind was brought back to the present when

monitors began to beep and whir all around

me. Doctor Canton had finished sewing up

Bianca and had her turned over. Her tiny face

was still at peace. She was still under. I

reached down and kissed her tiny hand with my

lips.

“Please get better baby girl. Mama’s right

here.”

I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew that

Doctor Canton and Walter could figure out how

to remove that data disc from her back

without harming her. I was sure of it. She

was my big brave girl. Something told me not

to leave her though as I was passing through

the doorway back to the washroom. I grabbed

for a chair on the other side of the room,

sitting down in front of Bianca, I began to

sob. I’d been holding in my tears for far too

long. I felt the other two as-of-yet nameless

doctor’s put a hand on each of my shoulders.

Each of them pulling me in the direction of

the door, but I kept my place in the chair.

“Come on Olivia. What’s best for Bianca right

now is for us to help her. We’ll let you and

Peter know what’s going on in a few minutes.”

I shook my head no and stood fast, I wasn’t

going to let them take me away from her. I’d

already been taken away from her once, and I

wasn’t going to have it happen again.

“With all due respect doctors, but I’m not

about to leave my daughter. Do you know what

Walternate did right after Bianca came out of

me? He ordered one of the doctors he’d

employed to take her away and have her

adopted out! You have no idea how that feels

unless you have children.”

The first doctor nodded his head in

understanding, while the second had a look of

pure shock come across his face. He had no

idea did he? He must be new here.

“We’re doing everything we can to remove this

data disc from your daughter Olivia. She’s in

good hands. Doctor Bishop has already

informed us that if we do not find a solution

that isn’t risky, he’ll fire us and hire new

doctors.”

Inside I was smiling. It’s nice to know

Walter is having one of his rare lucid

moments, especially at a time like this. I

nodded my head, though I still wasn’t willing

to leave her side.

“I trust you will do the right thing, and

what’s best for my daughter. But I still

can’t leave her. I just can’t shake this

feeling that something is very wrong here. I

can’t tell you what my gut is telling me, but

it’s something bad.”

My gut was twisting with apprehension and tension as

both doctors I now knew as Doctor Montez and Doctor

Serano led me out of the operating room. As they led me

out into the hallway, four other doctors rushed in. My

heart rate sped up and I felt my breath catching in my

throat. Doctor Montez was the first to speak.

“Everything is under control Olivia. Bianca

will be just fine. We’ll let you know when

she’s stable. We’ll devise another plan to

take the data disc out. But because of her

vital organs being affected, it might take

awhile. It seems like her nervous system is

taking a hit though. The ‘virus’ is changing

the whole structure and how it functions.”

I was literally shaking as I went back to

Peter. He was talking to a man I’d never seen

before. He was beginning to get into a very

heated argument with him.

“...No you don’t understand, Bianca is my

daughter and my responsibility. You can’t

just take her away from us!? You don’t have

any legal ri...”

The man slapped a warrant into Peter’s hands

and pushed past him. He looked official

enough, but I wasn’t so sure. My gut twisted

more as the man rushed past both of us and

towards the operating room. Peter and I ran

after him. He burst into the operating room,

as doctors were trying to get Bianca’s

condition under control.

“Give me the baby! She is now in the legal

custody of Karen and Daniel Salson.”

Doctor Canton had called security and they

were pouring into the room. Peter and I

stayed out of the way as the security guards

took hold of the unnamed man.

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to come

with us. What seems to be the problem?”

He gave the security guards a big smirk and

straightened out his suit.

“Jake Markson, Social Services. I have a

warrant to take Megan Salson. Now am I going

to have to call the authorities on you? Or

are you going to let me do my job?”

My heart immediately leapt into my throat as

the security guards stepped aside letting Mr.

Markson get closer to Bianca. I instantly

became defensive. Peter did his best to hold

me back, but he too was struggling against

this new information given to us.

“You can’t have her. She’s mine!”

Now it was Mr. Markson’s turn to smirk at me.

Pulling out a thin sheet of paper he threw it

in my face.

“Well now Agent Dunham, not according to this

piece of paper. This paper says you are dead.

Died of complications during childbirth. The

details include the following: internal

bleeding inside the uterus, tearing of the

uterine walls...”

I didn’t let Mr. Markson finish. I put a hand up and

let the other fall to Bianca’s hand. Peter got closer

to me and put his hand on top of mine.

“Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore. None of

what you are saying is true. None of that

happened to me. As you can see, I’m very much

alive.”

Mr. Markson shook his head more at me and

threw another piece of paper at me, Peter

ripped it from my hands as he spoke one more

time.

“Who are you?”

I was very irritated now. I was very real and

Bianca was sure as hell mine. Sure she didn’t

have a birth certificate, and that counted

for more than 10% of the children in the U.S.

but that’s not the point. The point is, I was

real and Bianca was mine. This wasn’t some

case of mistaken identity.

To Be Continued...

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