a short little response to the season finale. obviously spoilers for it, but you should know that by now. As for my opinion on the finale, I don't think i can form one because I'm not worthy of watching Fringe anymore, that is how epic the show has gotten. I thought the whole thing was done tastefully with beautiful acting (can i get an emmy for john noble, please?) It was a beautiful, heartbreaking, intense (and awkward, but only at the end) finale that I enjoyed alot. I'm watching again tonight. And for the record, I bawled for the last twenty minutes of the show. :)

I own nothing but the plot.

Rated K

another note, this is not angst, at least i don't think so. (but feell free to tell me otherwise :) )

"They'll all be safe now, right?"

He asks this question, standing outside on the law of liberty island, outside the statue itself.

"Of course."

"She'll be safe?"

"For now."

"Forever."

September turns his head to look at him, his hat covering most of his prominent forehead so that it sits near his brows. He watches Peter with highly open eyes, soulless eyes, trying to get into Peter's brain. In frustration he looks away, unable to read a mind that never existed in a time line.

Peter stands with them, surrounding the place that he was just in, barely able to understand that a few moments ago he was the world to one woman inside there and now, he was not even in the world, not even in a timeline. But it was a choice he made, a choice that he made inside a machine that shouldn't exist-therefore he does not exist.

"You never existed to her."

August says this from his right side, his head cocked, calculating, watching events unfold before his eyes that no one else can see. Peter watches the sky, the starless night and thinks about everything he did. He did it for them. For her.

"She existed to me."

He straightens a tie he wears, the lapels of his jacket folding over his crisp shirt. He looks just like them, sort of, but he's kept his hair, kept his brows and kept a ring from a future that won't happen anymore.

"We all wiped our minds. Eventually you will come to see keeping yours is a mistake."

The cadence to their voice is no longer eerie nor annoying but calming and soothing in the eerie place he is now.

"Will they be able to see me? Will she?"

"Perhaps in time. But they may long be gone before that."

Peter nods and stares down at his feet, clad in shiny leather shoes, watching the grass wet them. It is not hot or cold to him, a perfect temperature that surrounds him cosmically, floating around him as stardust, twinkling and bursting with memories that he can replay over and over again when he wishes. These are things that were and moments that weren't, all his choices and consequences, actions and reactions laid out in tiny blimps.

"Is this what you stare at? Moments?"

"Choices. Paths. But not our own."

Perhaps Peter is defective because all he sees are his own choices, bad ones, good ones, ones he never made. He sees three or four different futures from families to loneliness to jail. If they do not see their own options, why does he?

Because he is not them.

He does not need to observe the world, to watch choices, to guide (sometimes) others to the correct one or steer them into danger. He is different, for now, because his existence was just recently erased. These observers, once people, were erased long ago, unable to contact others, memories wiped, moments gone, programmed and reprogrammed to function as machines and not people. He sees now, since he can see everything, that there are more observers than the few he knew and that they, too, appear soulless, emotionless. But he will not be them. He is more than them.

"Will they ever remember me?"

"No."

"Will she ever remember me?"

"Perhaps."

Peter looks at August, at his statement that contradicts as it floats around his mind. The universe is full of contradictions and he is one, a big contradiction in the timeline that no ones understands is not linear but actually spherical, all around them at once. Peter can't see what August sees nor what September and August see together and it frustrates him that it is so, but knows that they cannot see his mind and see that he is defective, that he is functioning on a plane different, an axis that rotates around a woman that could perhaps remember him.

"She is special."

"I was special."

"You have fulfilled your purpose. She has yet to fulfill hers."

"She is safe."

"For now."

"Forever."

August watches him again, September joins him, two pairs of soulless eyes that just observe, observe him as the anomaly, the blip.

"She has forgotten you. She will never remember you."

"I will not forget her."

"Come then, it is time to go, we are not needed here anymore."

The observers turned, all of them, the field of them and Peter turns with them. He too holds a briefcase full of notes, of pictures of moments with a woman who exists now without him. And while she will never remember him, he will never forget her.

He cannot exist with her.

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