P/O fic: Broken Dreams

[Mancha]

Broken Dreams

Author: Mancha.


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. I may come up with some later.


Summary: When Olivia is found in the snow nearly unconscious she has no memory of who she is. Can Peter help piece together her life again? Date Started: 12/20/10. Date Finished: 12/20/10 Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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December 1st, 2012


Why was I out in the snow? I tried to move, but


every inch of my body burned like fire. I had no


idea where I was... I looked at my clothes, they


were in tatters.



Then I remembered: blue light... I could hear


sirens off in the distance and I knew I was


losing consciousness when the voices were getting


muffled. One of them had lightly touched my arm,


and instead of seeing the paramedic's face, I was


seeing the face of a man I was sure I knew, but


couldn't remember where... I looked into the


stranger’s eyes and spoke:


“Who are you? Who am I?”


When I woke up again, I found myself in a


hospital bed, an iv attached to my hand, and a


heart monitor keeping track of my vitals. I


looked down at my ring finger on my left hand, I


don't remember this... When did I get married?


The man with the familiar face was sitting across


from me in a chair asleep. He had the same


identical wedding band I did. It was a simple


gold band. I tried to move, but I was still sore.


I cleared my throat and looked at the as of yet


nameless man in the chair.


He stirred and woke, looking into my eyes with


the deepest love I'd ever seen in my life. Deeper


down was a sorrow I couldn't quite connect with.


Like he'd lost something very important to him


once a long time ago...


“Olivia, thank god you’re awake. I was beginning


to worry when the doctor's said you'd be asleep


for some time, but they didn't tell me you'd be


asleep for three whole days. I'm just glad you’re


awake now. It must have been hard for you not


being able to find me... You've been missing for


almost a month and a half... I never stopped


searching though. Never.”


I looked at this handsome stranger, but could


only give him a confused look. When he grabbed


for my hand, I pulled it away.



“Who are you? More importantly, who am I?”


The man with the handsome face had tears in his


eyes, but he held them back, only reaching for my


hand once more.


“I'm your husband, Peter. Peter Bishop. And you


are Olivia Dunham. You are my wife.”


I pulled my hand away once more and looked around


the room. If only I could remember who I was.


To Be Continued...


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[Rook]

I love it! Please write more soon! Then again, maybe I should be careful what I wish for. I always check your threads to find that you've added like three pages worth of story, too much for me to read

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[Mancha]

Chapter 2: Finding A Place In The World

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own something that might come up later... *Rubs hands together in deep thought...* Date Started: 12/20/10. Date Finished: 12/22/10 Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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December 4th, 2012 4:35 a.m.



Boston General



I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. The


doctor’s said I might get the flu as long as I’d


been out in the cold and wet snow. I swallowed


and tried to keep the feeling down. The kind man


who said he was my husband poured me a glass of


water.



“Here, drink this.”


I took the glass cautiously and drank the water


carefully. I felt better, but it still didn’t


help any that I don’t know who I am or who this


man ‘Peter’ is.


“Thanks. I wish I could remember who I was. I


don’t remember you or our life together. What’s


it like?”


The man named Peter gave me a smile that could’ve


burst all the light bulbs in the room.


“Well we’ll start with you first. Your name is


Olivia Dunham. You work for the FBI. We’re in


Boston. You were born in Jacksonville Florida.


That’s where your father was stationed. When you


were three my father conducted drugs trials on


young children. A drug called Cortexiphan. This


enabled you to see things that were from another


universe, and it also allowed you to travel to


that other universe. Now while I agree what


Walter did was wrong, you’ve forgiven him. He


thinks of you as the best daughter in-law in the


world. When you were nine you shot your step


father so that he wouldn’t hurt your mother


anymore. The doctor’s had said he wouldn’t live


through the night, but he lived, and every year


he sends you a birthday card saying that he’s


still out there. You joined the FBI to stop bad


people from hurting innocent ones. You also


thought you’d make a difference. And you have.


You also have a sister named Rachel and a niece


named Ella. She just turned ten a couple of


months ago.”


I lay back in bed for a moment, almost shocked at


all the information that Peter had given me. A


sad smile spread across my face as I tried in


vain to remember anything I could about my sister


and my niece. Nothing rang a bell.



“What about us? Do we have any children?”


Now he had a warm smile on his face. But the deep


sadness hadn’t left his eyes.


“We don’t have any children yet. We decided we


were going to wait for another couple of years


before starting a family. Much to Walter’s


disappointment. He’s always badgering us on when


we’re going to give him grandchildren. You and I


had decided that this year just wasn’t the right


time. When things with the other side start


settling down, we’ll start a family. You are


always so head strong Liv. I’ve never met anyone


who could do the things you can do.”


Why did I recognize that saying? For some reason


I couldn’t quite remember where I’d heard that


before. My face turned red and I smiled shyly at


him. My smile disappeared when I started feeling


dizzy. I leaned back on my pillows and closed my


eyes taking deep breaths. I could feel his eyes


on me and then his hand suddenly on my arm. It


was a gentle touch.


“Hey Liv, are you ok? What’s wrong?”


I opened up my eyes and looked at him trying not


to lose what little food I had in my stomach.


“I feel like I’m going to vomit and I’m really


dizzy. Something just doesn’t feel right. I mean,


it’s not right that I don’t remember who you are


and not know who I am too, but I just don’t feel


well... Could you get the doctor for me?”


The handsome man was about to leave the room, but


planted a kiss to my forehead, then he headed out


the door. Closing my eyes I leaned back on my


pillows more. I was ignoring the nausea and the


overpowering feeling of dizziness. It wasn’t long


before he came back with a doctor in tow. When I


opened up my eyes, the entire room was spinning.


The doctor looked at me seriously and spoke.


“Olivia, can you tell me how you’re feeling right


now?”


I looked at the doctor. So, Olivia was my name? I


still can’t seem to remember it even though I


hear it every day. I closed my eyes as he shined


a penlight into my eyes.


“I’d really like the room to stop spinning. I


feel like I’m going to vomit.”


The doctor nodded his head and pulled a couple of


pills from his pocket.


“Here take these. They’ll help with the nausea.


You did suffer quite a head trauma when you were


brought in. I’d like to order an MRI on you. Just


to make sure there isn’t any swelling or anything


more seriously wrong with your brain. A nurse


will be back to bring you up in an hour. For now,


I suggest you take some breakfast with those.


These aren’t to be taken on an empty stomach. Try


to rest up as much as you can.”


As much as I wanted to, I was weak and I didn’t


know what good food would do me. I’d probably


just lose it all anyways... The man with the kind


eyes who sat across from me began to spoon feed


me. I weakly took the spoon from him and tried my


best to get the jell-o out of the bowl on my tray


of food. Only succeeding in throwing it at his


face. He only laughed and wiped his face with a



napkin.


“Maybe you’d better do this.”


He smiled a little and scooped out another bite.


His smile never left his face as he spoke and fed


me at the same time.


“I promised the day we were married I’d take care


of you in sickness and in health. I’m taking care


of you right now. I’m just glad to have you back


Olivia. You don’t know how many sleepless nights


I had when you were missing. You’ve been missing


since September 12th. We found your car 5 blocks


from the Federal Building but there was no trace


of you. Broyles sent out fliers to every place he


could think of. But no one had seen you. It was


as if you’d simply disappeared.”


I had to use the restroom suddenly and I couldn’t


wait much longer. I pushed the covers back, only


to reveal that under my thin hospital gown was a


tube going out of me and beyond my vision below


the bed somewhere.


“Guess the bathroom is out of the question. Any


other options?”


I shook my head when the man pulled a bed pan


out. I sat and stared at him for what seemed like


5 minutes before he spoke.


“Well we do have this. But since you don’t really


remember me right now, this is not the best


option. I don’t want to make things uncomfortable


for the both of us.”


I sighed in relief as he took the bed pan out of


my sight. I swallowed the jell-o down easily when


the spoon came up to my mouth again. Once I’d


finished the jell-o he got me to try a bite of


oatmeal. I made faces.


“No offense, but this stuff tastes terrible. It


tastes like sawdust.”


The man only laughed a little and tried a bite


himself. He too made a face and put the spoon


down. I didn’t want to know what the other foods


on my tray tasted like. I was scared of what was


going on with me, and I still didn’t know who I


was. I wish I could just go home. Wherever that


is anyways.


To Be Continued...


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


Thanks!

[Mancha]

Chapter 3: Remembering and Devastating News

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. The only thing I own is something at the end of this fic. Date Started: 12/23/10. Date Finished: 12/23/10. A/N: Get ready for some happiness and some angst. This is gonna be a long haul. Hope you all enjoy! Thanks!
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January 2nd, 2013

Sleeping in the same bed as the man who

called himself my husband was strange

especially since I didn’t remember his name

or who he was... I turned over and tried to

close my eyes. When I did, a flash flood of

memories hit me. Meeting for the first time

in Iraq... Me being thrown from the

windshield of my car...Being trapped in the

other universe... A wedding... Our wedding.

Our honeymoon... Then me lying on the ground,

my clothes in tatters and sore all over... I

opened up my eyes once more and shot up in

bed. I remembered! I knew who I was and who

the man in bed next to me was.

“Peter! Peter wake up! I remember who I am! It's

all so clear now! How long has it been since I've

been able to remember?”

A smile spread across his face as he placed his hands

on my cheeks.

“Say it again sweetheart. My name. Say it

again.”

I smiled at Peter and looked at him with all

the love I could muster up.

“Peter it’s me. My name is Olivia Dunham and

I was born in Jacksonville, Florida. Your

father experimented on my when I was three

and gave me Cortexiphan. I have a sister name

Rachel and a niece named Ella. We were

married last year and we had our honeymoon in

Argentina.”

Peter had tears in his eyes, but they weren't

sad tears, they were happy tears. He pulled

me into a hug and didn't let go. When he

pulled away he kissed my forehead.

“Come on, we have to tell Walter.”

We stopped when Peter’s cell started to ring.

I listened as he picked it up.

“Hello? Yes Doctor Carlington. We’ll be right

in. Ok thanks. Bye.”

I looked at Peter confused. Even if I

remembered who everyone else was, I didn’t

know who this Doctor Carlington was. Maybe he

was the one who took care of me while I was

in the hospital. Peter and I got dressed in

silence. When we got downstairs we found

Walter in the kitchen eating a plate of

sardines... I smiled at him and ignored the

smell.

“Morning Walter. Sardines for breakfast.

Well, I guess it’s partly nutritious in a

smelly way.”

Walter dropped the sardine he was about to

stick in his mouth. And stared momentarily. A

smile erupted on his face.

“Olivia my dear. You remember! What triggered

it? Was it Peter showing his manly way with

you?”

I only looked away and saw Peter cover his

face with his hand in embarrassment.

“Walter that wasn’t it, and we didn’t even do

that last night so don’t even make things up

like that... And second, I don’t want to hear

you say that again anytime soon. We’ll be

back. I’m taking Olivia to the doctor. Can

you behave yourself for an hour or two while

we’re gone? And try not to burn the house

down again.”

I gave Walter a brave smile and followed

Peter out the front door. The drive to the

hospital was in silence. When we arrived in

the parking lot and Peter had turned off the

car, he told me what was going on.

“Doctor Carlington took care of you when you

couldn’t remember who you were. That’s who I

was talking to on the phone earlier. He said

he had something important to tell us.”

He was trying his best to not sound alarmed.

I couldn’t help but feel worried. But I took

a deep breath and put my mask of calm on. We

held hands as we made our way to what I

assumed was Doctor Carlington’s office.

Sitting down in two chairs in front of Doctor

Carlington’s desk we both nodded our heads at

him.

“Sorry to wake the two of you at such an

early hour on a Sunday but I’ve been going

over Olivia’s test results from the MRI we

gave her about a month ago. We didn’t come up

with anything. However, a month ago, while

you were still here in the hospital you said

you’d felt nauseous. We ran some tests on you

thinking you may have been pregnant. But when

we got the tests results back, we found

nothing that indicated you were even remotely

pregnant. We also ran an ultrasound just to

make sure. But what came up on the ultrasound

was no embryo. Here I’ll show you.”

I watched carefully as Doctor Carlington

pulled up my file on his computer in front of

him. He turned it so that Peter and I could

see.

“Is that my womb?”

Doctor Carlington nodded his head yes and

highlighted the area with a yellow marker

that was of concern to him.

“Here on the upper right wall of your womb we

found a tumorous mass the size of a penny.

Now it’s good that we caught this early

before it spreads. I’d like to take another

look at that mass again. It might have

already metastasized. We can remove it if it

hasn’t spread and grown. But there are no

guarantees here.”

I wasn’t quite sure I believed Doctor

Carlington. I wanted some more real hard

evidence. I wasn’t going to accept any of it.

Not until I had absolute proof that I had

cancer. I swallowed but kept a strong face.

“Well let’s get this started then. I want to

know just what we’re dealing with here and

how it can be treated.”

Doctor Carlington nodded his head seriously.

But stopped for a moment, folded his hands

and set them gently on the desk.

“Olivia, Peter tells me that you remember who

you are. Can you tell me where you were

born?”

I nodded my head and told him everything.


“Olivia Dunham. I was born in Jacksonville,

Florida. I have a sister and a niece and I

work for the Federal government.”

Doctor Carlington nodded his head and smiled.

Then he put his serious face back on and

gestured towards the door.

“Ok, well let’s find out what exactly is

going on here. I’ll have Jessica take you to

an exam room to change. I know all this comes

as a shock especially since you’ve just

regained your memory. We are going to do

everything we can to help you through this.”

I nodded my head and followed Jessica down

the hall. I changed quickly while Peter

waited out in the hall for me. I stuck my

head out in the hallway and motioned for

Peter to come into the room.

“Peter.”

I held my emotions in check, but it was very

hard to. Peter held onto my hand and didn’t

let go as Jessica came back with Doctor

Carlington. I was instructed to lie back on

the exam table. I held onto Peter’s hand

tighter as Jessica turned on the ultrasound

machine. I took a deep breath as she poured

some of the cold conducting gel onto my

stomach. I looked at the black and white

screen in front of me. I felt like I was

holding my breath. Jessica moved the

instrument a little more and Doctor

Carlington let out a sigh of discontent.

“I have some bad news Olivia. It looks like

this tumorous mass has almost tripled in size

and is spreading quickly. Now there are two

options. We can either schedule you for

surgery and remove the tumors, or we can

start chemotherapy. It’s up to you which one

you choose.”

Now I felt as if the whole world were falling

apart. But I felt the only way to make myself

feel better was to deny it. My heart broke

into a million pieces then and I began to

cry. I cried more tears than I’d ever let

anyone see. I practically yelled at Doctor

Carlington and Jessica.

“GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!”

I hadn’t meant to snap at them, it’s just I

was so angry right now, and nothing made a

whole lot of sense. Peter pulled me into my

arms and held me tightly. I could hear him

speaking into my hair.

“Shh, it’s ok Liv. Everything will be

alright. We can get through this. We’ll beat

this. I know we can. I’ll be here for you

every step of the way. I promise.”

But everything wasn’t alright. My whole world

had just been turned upside down once more.

First it was me not remembering who I was and

now, I had cancer. I knew it would be a long

uphill battle, but I wasn’t going to let it

beat me. I just wasn’t. I had all the support

I needed from Walter, Peter, Rachel, Ella,

Astrid. Hell even Broyles. I wasn’t going to

lose this fight. With every breath I had in

my body I was going to fight this.

To Be Continued...

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

Thanks!

[Mancha]

Chapter 4: An Uphill Battle

Author: Mancha.

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

But I do own Doctor Carlington and the nurse Jessica. And one more character but they won’t come up until almost the end of this fic... Date Started: 12/24/10. Date Finished:12/27/10. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!
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February 26th, 2013

Bishop Residence

I’d been on Chemo for almost a month and I’ve

been sick at times, but I try to keep my strong

face while I’m working cases. It was 3 a.m. and

this was my twelfth trip to the bathroom tonight.

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. Peter

was there to hold my hair back while I hung my

head over the toilet. When I was finished, I’d

wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I quickly went over to the sink and washed my

mouth out with water. Looking in the mirror I

almost didn’t recognize myself. The circles under

my eyes are darker than they have been in the

last year. But the chemo is taking its toll on

me. I’m trying to stick it out and be brave about

this. But nothing I eat stays down anymore. I’ve

resorted to sipping ginger ale and eating bits of

saltine crackers. My sleep patterns are all but

messed up. I sleep better with Peter next to me.

We’re still no closer to finding out what

happened to me. Broyles has made it so that I’ve

scaled back on the field work, much to my

protesting. On top of it all I’ve been getting

nose bleeds more frequently now and my weight has

dropped significantly. I turned my attention back

to the mirror while I swished some mouthwash

around in my mouth to get rid of the acid taste.

Spitting it out, I quickly ran my brush through

my hair, and to my horror, a large chunk came out

in my hand. At first all I could do was stare at

it and begin to shake. Slamming the brush down on

the counter I continued to stare at the chunk of

hair in my left hand. I was startled out of my

thoughts when Peter wrapped his arms around my

even thinner waist.

“This is just a bump in the road sweetheart.

We’ll get through this. We’ll beat this I

promise. We’ve just got to keep you strong. Maybe

Doctor Carlington can prescribe you something for

the nausea so that you can keep some food down.”

Suddenly, I felt disgusted with myself. With the

way I looked. I looked away from Peter and pushed

his hands away from around my waist.


“How can you stand to be with someone who looks

like this? Someone who, who can’t even take care

of themselves let alone keep their emotions in

check?”

I didn’t want to admit to Peter that I was angry,

though he could clearly see it written across my

face.

I felt him take my face into his hands.

“ ‘Livia, please look at me. I’ll have you know

that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever

met, and still are. No matter what your

appearance may be. I’ll always love you no matter

what happens. We’re a team remember? Through

thick and thin. I know you’re angry

about all this happening to you. But underneath

all that anger Liv is your fear locked within

that. Even deeper is the sadness and the deepest

part of all that is the hope you have. You have

the hope buried so deep that you refuse to see

it. I’m there for you every step of the way.

We’re all there for you. Walter, Astrid, Ella,

your sister. Speaking of those two, have you told

them yet?”

I shook my head no because I didn’t want them to

worry about me. Rachel would only be reminded of

mom otherwise.

“No Peter I haven’t told them. Ella would only be

devastated and Rachel would only be reminded of

what our mother went through.”

I sat down on the bed as memories of my mother

passed through my mind. My mother had been a kind

woman, not unlike the one on the other side.

“I spent five years at Northwestern, partly

because I was serving in the Marines at the time.

I did a tour in Iraq and when I came back, I

found out my mother had Ovarian cancer. She

fought for three whole years. And while she was

on her deathbead, she told me that she wanted me

to live life to the fullest, find a man who would

treat me with respect and give her grandchildren

because she would always be watching. I don’t

want that to happen with us. Right now Peter, I

have a 20/80 chance... Not good odds

considering... But I’m going to fight this with

every fiber in my being. My mother knows I’m

strong. She had faith in me my entire life.

This is no different. Being angry is the only way

I’ve found I can deal with this better Peter. You

just don’t understand...”

I turned away from him and pulled the covers over

me.

Turning the light off, I snuggled under the

covers. I felt a weight up against my side

momentarily as Peter scooted closer to me. He was

right, I couldn’t be angry about this forever. I

had to stick it out as best I can. Peter’s lips

brushed against my forehead. They were so warm.

“Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll be here next to you

if you need anything. Love you.”

I smiled to myself in the dark. Peter as sweet as

ever and was willing to bid on my every want and

need. I’d have to figure out how to pay him back

somehow...

Closing my eyes, I found that sleep came easier

now that my stomach wasn’t pitching and rolling

like a ship at sea. But I knew the anger would

bubble up once again when I woke up in the

morning to go to the doctor’s office.

To Be Continued...

A/N: So, what’d you guys think? Was this kind of

filler? Let me know! Thanks! The good stuff will

be coming up soon. Next chapter Olivia will

remember bits and pieces of what happened to

her.

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I like it a lot!

[wongwizard101]

Very interesting story - I've never read one where P/O are married. I usually stick to stories taking place in the current Fringe storyline.

I really like your characterization of Peter

[Rook]

I like it. olivia with cancer is a new twist that I don't think you've done in any of your other fics. At least none that I've read. More please!

[Mancha]

Chapter 5: Truths

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. But I do own: Doctor Carlington and the nurse Jessica and one other thing at the end of this fic. Date Started: 12/28/10. Date Finished: 12/31/10. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!

A/N: This chapter will start out as a memory/flashback of what happened to Olivia. Also, some sensitive material mentioned... You have been forewarned...
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March 24th, 2013

Flashback

I could hear everything Walternate was

saying, but the words weren’t clear. I

couldn’t move and the room was disturbingly

bright. Squinting was the only way to block

the light out. My vision was fuzzy, and I

could see several iv lines going in and out

of me. I could see Walternate’s twisted smile

and then there was a blue flash of light and

I found myself lying on the ground, barely

able to move. Snow was falling all around me

and I was sore all over....

I was startled out of my flashback when Peter

touched my arm lightly, a concerned look on

his face.


“Peter, I know what happened to me now.

Walternate kidnapped me. It wasn’t clear what

he gave me other than the color of the liquid

going into the iv in my arm was green. I was

sent back here and my clothes were all torn,

making it look like I’d been violated and

been left for dead... They’re the ones that

gave me this cancer.”

I was even angrier now. How could they, the

people on the other side, including

Walternate do this to me? How could they?

Peter looked at me and rubbed my back. I was

even more disgusted than I’d been before.

Walternate made me sicker than ever. It was

his fault that I had cancer. Every day when I

looked at myself in the mirror, I recognized

myself less and less. I was turning into a

bag of bones. I was able to keep things down

now, but my body just wasn’t metabolizing

food very well. I didn’t bother brushing my

hair now because it would be no use, my hair

just kept falling out anyways.

“We should tell Broyles what you remember and

have a little chat with Doctor Carlington.”

We’d been sitting at the kitchen table

downstairs, the three of us, Walter, Peter,

and I when memories came flooding back to me.

Walter could only look at me with sympathy. I

didn’t need that right now.

“I see the other me has no common decency to

leave you alone Olivia. He must be making

great advantages to get Peter back to the

other side for his damned machine!”

I swallowed and looked away from Walter. I

avoided eye contact with Peter. Sometimes the

pain was terrible. But Peter was always there

comforting me and helping me through

everything. I was dreading the fact that we

were going to the doctor’s today, only to

increase the dose of Chemo I was getting.

Sometimes I didn’t know how I had the

strength to go on. But I’d promised myself

that I’d make it for my entire family. So I

did the only thing I could think of. I put on

a semi-brave smile and followed Peter towards

the front door. Walter stopped us

momentarily.

“Peter, may I accompany you and Olivia to the

hospital? Maybe I could be of some assistance

if her doctor doesn’t know where to look

next...?”

No matter where this road was going to lead

us, I knew there was one thing I wanted to

do. Get away from the cold and go some place

warm. Hawaii didn’t do it for me, or Fiji or

even Jamaica. No some place warm in Mexico.

Maybe Veracruz or Acapulco. But definitely

some place where not many tourists go. I

smiled, Acapulco would be the best place, it

was warm all year round and it had ocean

water that was like bath water. It wouldn’t

be just a vacation for me, it would be a

vacation for everyone. Ella would love the

beach and I know Rachel has been dying to

work on her tan. I laughed at the thought of

Walter having a family vacation with all of

us. He’d love a vacation that was somewhat

‘normal’. I was startled out of my thoughts

when Peter spoke to Walter.

“Maybe you’d better stay here Walter. Olivia

and I will let you know what they’ve found

when we get back. It’ll be awhile since her

doctors are starting her on a new dose of

Chemo. And please, when we get home, please

be decent. I don’t want to come home only to

find that you’re dancing around the house

naked to Violet Sedan Chair. Ok?”

Walter only nodded his head and went back to

the kitchen to finish making another batch of

strawberry supreme. As we got to the car and

started to drive I told Peter what I wanted

to do.


“You know Peter, I’ve been thinking, I’ve

been wanting to go on vacation for awhile. I

wanna go some place warm. I was thinking

Acapulco. Guerrero State. Mexico. I’ve heard

lots of good things about the beaches there.

The sand is almost a gold color and I hear

the ocean water is like bath water. Maybe the

warm weather will do me some good. I just...

I just want to get away from all this. Away

from all the pain and just be relaxed... And

me...”

Peter squeezed my hand as we pulled into a

parking spot at the hospital. It was slow

going to Doctor Carlington’s office. When we

got to his office, Peter helped me sit down

first. I didn’t like feeling helpless. Doctor

Carlington came into the room with a polite

smile on his face. Compassion written all

over his face.

“It’s nice to see you both. I’ve been going

over the most recent data we’ve collected on

the last dose of chemo we started you on and

it seems that these tumorous masses are

becoming more resilient and becoming more

resistant to the treatments. We’re going to

start you on a stronger dose of chemo. You’ll

only notice slight changes to your body from

this point. You’re skin will become a little

more sensitive and your hair will continue to

fall out slowly. We’re hoping that with this

new round of Chemo we can stamp out the

intruder invading your body. I promise you

we’re doing everything we can to make you

better again.”

I was embarrassed to take the bandana off my

head. I had my hair still, but it was limp

and lifeless. There were patches of hair

missing and I refused to wear a wig on my

head. Wigs were itchy and I didn’t feel we

could really find one that was my natural

hair color. I nodded my head, keeping strong.

We followed Doctor Carlington towards his

office door. Before he opened it so we could

go out he added:

“I also looked over her file to see if we

could find anything we may have missed. The

paramedics that brought her in noted her

clothes were torn and she’d had bruising. We

did a rape kit on her and we came up with

nothing. Which is a good thing. The bruises

consisted with a fall.”

Peter and I couldn’t very well tell Doctor

Carlington where I’d been. He would think

that I was crazy and have me committed. I

avoided Doctor Carlington’s gaze and turned

to Peter, his hand entwining my own. Going

into a room, Peter helped me out of my

clothes and into a hospital gown. This was

the part I absolutely hated. Helping me into

bed he pulled the covers over me. I smiled

and closed my eyes momentarily. I swallowed

when Doctor Carlington and Jessica came into

the room.

“Olivia, Jessica’s going to set you up with

the Chemo and some Morphine for the pain. If

the pain gets bad, just turn the drip up a

little ok? We’re here to make you as

comfortable as possible. Now, this round of

Chemo is going to make you sweat more than

normal, and we’re going to keep you hydrated

on some Saline. Now try to relax yourself as

best you can while we get everything set up

ok?”

I nodded my head and bit my lip nervously. I

turned my attention to Peter and distracted

myself with looking into his eyes and only

seeing the love and care he had for me. I bit

my lip again as I felt one needle going into

my arm and then another. I looked up to see

Jessica turning the iv drip on. She patted my

arm and gave me a smile. Doctor Carlington

too gave me a brave smile and left the room.

Now it was just Peter and I alone in the

room. I was feeling sleepy. Closing my eyes

again, I felt Peter kissing my hand. To curb

the ever increasing pain, I busied myself

with the thought of the warm sandy beach

waiting for us in Mexico. How much I wished I

was there now. When I opened up my eyes, I

felt Peter rubbing my back.

“It’s ok sweetheart. I’m right here. Here,

let’s turn up that Morphine drip. There we

go. That better?”

I nodded and smiled weakly up at him. Such an

adoring and loving husband I had. He took

care of me with all his heart.

“Much better thanks. When we go on vacation,

I want to take Rachel and Ella with us. They

would have fun in the sun. I need to get away

from the cold and the pain. Just for a little

while. Promise me one thing right now Peter.

I want you to go get that son of a bitch

Walternate who calls himself The Secretary of

Defense in the other world.”

Peter only smiled and kissed my forehead. He

kept his hands laced between my own. He

hadn’t left my side for one minute. That was

the best thing about Peter, he’d follow me

wherever I went and to the ends of this Earth

and the next, even if it meant dying to

protect me.

To Be Continued...

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