Hello again and thanks for sticking around for part 3 Olivias POV. Thanks to everyone who left a review, fave'd, and alerted! You guys are cool :)
I wanted to explain something as some people did not understand the ending to Peter's POV. (my friend read it and asked "whats this mean?") Well the conversation Peter remembered was from when Altliv first took him to his new apartment in The Altverse and she wanted to know what her Other Self (OurLivia) was like.
Thanks again for reading and please review. I think this would be good for now, unless I think of something else.
Disclaimer: If I Own Fringe, Charlie wont be gone, Liv and Peter would be making out and Walter would smoke with Broyles all day, so no I dont own nothin lol.
Olive's POV of Peters Date
She sits on the concrete floor, her arms grasping her knees to her chest. She has found herself in this position the first night she was caught. She closed her eyes as she thought about the position she found herself in days (or has it been weeks? Months?) ago. She remembered being dragged into a room her clothes ripped out from her and was put in a grey jumpsuit. Struggling and screaming she was then dragged into a room, two men holding each of her arms. The room was small; it had one bed and what looked to be another door. They throw her on to the ground staring at her as she tried to scramble up to her feet. They shut the door behind them just as she flung herself in their direction, now scratching at the door searching for a door knob. No such luck. She screamed as she felt around the door for a handle, a knob, something she can pull at! Nothing. She banged her fists in front of her screaming obscenities at the unknown men she knew was behind the wall. She sobbed as she slowly felt the wall trying to trace the shape of the door in front of her. She screamed and banged as she slowly slid on to the floor feeling defeated. All light was taken from the room once the door had been closed so she slowly stretched out her arms trying to feel for the bed she knew was there. Finally she pulls herself on to the little cot and clutched her knees to her chest, trying to get her eyes acquainted with the dark.
She has hated being in this room for God knows long. But she never hated it as much as the day of her capture. Adjusting her eyes to the darkness, she hugged herself tightly and sobbed for what felt like eternity before she finally noticed light trickle into the room. She then saw the Madman who was The Secretary staring coldly at her through the glass. She ran up to the window, tears in her eyes hands to the glass. She begged and pleaded with him to let her go. He had shown no remorse, no emotion. He simply stared blankly as she screamed for him to let her go tears rolling down her cheeks. Terror took over as the lights were turned off and he slowly lowered the blinds. She screamed as he finally took the last of the light from her small prison. She hated herself for being so vulnerable, so helpless. She had let him see the fear in her eyes and she now refused to let him or anyone see her that way again.
Since then she sat on the floor, palms to the ground feeling for any vibration on the concrete. Any inkling that there may be someone coming. She had vowed to never be caught off guard while she was there. She had long given up on figuring out the time, or whether it was day or night. She had given up trying to figure out how long she had been kept captive. All she focused her energy on was staying alert. She needed to be on high guard in case there was any small mistake on her captor's part; she can use it and escape. If they were to come in and beat her for example, she would know they were coming and hope to fight back. If the secretary was to come and watch, she would be ready and not show him an ounce of fear. She was saving her strength and waiting. Just waiting.
As she sat on the cold concrete, she felt vibrations on the floor. A pounding sound, a few pounding sounds actually. She assumes a group of men were walking towards her prison. The pounding was accompanied by a soft dragging, not as loud as the pounding footsteps, but the vibration was still there. She assumes a group of men were rolling something towards her. A wheelchair? Were they going to take her out of the room? She felt them get nearer and she stood up, clenched fists to her side, legs spread apart ready for anything. Her eyes were glued to the spot ahead of her where she knew she would soon see her visitor's face. The lights turn bright and she tries to adjust her eyes to the light without looking too perturbed. As her eyes start to focus, she finds herself cracking her knuckles slowly clenching her fists tighter. The blinds were pulled up quickly.
"Bishop" she growled. She soon notices a rather large monitor behind him, being rolled into place by two masked men.
"What do you want" she says through clenched teeth.
He says nothing, but he motions for the two masked men to leave. He soon takes out a glass cube, punches several digits into it and turns his gaze into her once more. His eyes had a look she can't quite understand and she notices a small twitch to the side of his lip. He turns to the monitor and punches digits into his glass contraption once more and soon there is a loud hum in her room. She suddenly realizes that she can hear beeping from his glass cube as he types into it. She can then hear him shifting slightly in his stance. She assumes that he has allowed for her to be able to hear outside her room. Another hum and the monitor seem to get fuzzy. She suddenly sees hazy figures on the screen.
He turns to her once more, no affect, just stares blankly. Tearing her eyes off his, she stares into the hazy figures on the screen. A few beeps on his contraption and the screen pictures on the monitor get clearer. She catches her breath as she sees three people bustling in a lab. A cow chewing silently in the background.
"They made it back." she thought feeling somewhat relieved but hiding it from the eyes staring at her. She let out a sigh and a confused look somehow formed on her face. "Why is he showing me this? Does he need me to lead him to them?" She thought. Not understanding the point of what he was showing her.
"Why are you showing me this" she demanded. No reply, just a small twitch to the lip as if to hide a grin.
"So Peter what time should I come by tonight?" Astrid asked.
"Well she told me to pick her up by eight so anytime before then" Peter responded. A small smile was painted on Walter's face as he watched his son type away on his cell phone.
"BISHOP! Why am I watching this?" she asked again coming closer to the window as if to try and intimidate the Madman. No response. She watched the monitor again, fists still on her side. 'What is going on' she thought. 'I'm not there, but they don't seem to be bothered? Do they even know I'm gone? Is this even real or is it some kind of simulation created by this Monster?' Thoughts were racing through her mind as quickly as her Peter was typing on his phone.
"So Peeterr" Astrid said in a sing song voice "Where are you taking Olivia on your date?" she mused
Olivia's heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat. A full grin made it to The Secretary's mouth.
"This is a date right? Not just drinks?" She teased as Peter shyly ran his hands through his hair a genuine smile on his lips.
"Yeah I guess it is Astrid" He laughed as he heads out for the door. "Come to think of it, can you take Walter home instead of coming before 8? I think I need to run a few errands before I get home"
"Sure thing Peter! We'll be back before you leave. Maybe we can stop by for some Starbucks Walter?" she asked the Older Bishop.
"That would be wonderful dear" he said softly as he watched Peter leave the lab.
The blinds were shut abruptly and the lights turned off. She could feel rage and pain battle through her chest. She didn't know whether she wanted to pound on the glass and break it with everything she had or cry her broken heart out on the floor. She stood there in the dark, clenched fists on her side breathing shallow for what felt like a few hours. She hadn't moved a muscle when the lights were again turned on and the sound of beeping and humming filled the room. The Blinds were pulled up again to reveal The Secretary standing next to his monitor. She now realized that she wasn't watching a simulation. Walter had told her about a similar device before, a window to watch the other side. What she was watching was real, it was happening, her Other Self had taken her place and none was the wiser.
"I see you didn't move an inch from your previous spot" The Secretary said, a Cheshire grin forming on his lips as he stared darkly at her. "Enjoy the show"
"Bishop! She Pounds her fist on the window. He was unmoved. Her eyes once again turn to the screen where she sees Peter bounding up the steps to her apartment. She takes a breath careful not to make it too obvious that her heart was pounding out of her chest and erased her face of all emotion. She stared unmitigated at the screen as the scene played out. A small smile on his face, an annoyed look upon hers. He asks about her clothes. Olivia tenses up, hoping he would be suspicious, but he smiles and shrugs it off. Her insides were trembling but she showed nothing but a blank stare. The woman avoids his hand on hers. Olivia sees the confusion in Peter's eyes, but yet he says nothing. She watched, her eyes lighting up secretly hoping Peter will notice the obvious differences. She sees that it crosses his mind as he stares at her longer than appropriate, but his eyes would soften and again he would shrug it off.
The Secretary still watching her widens his evil smirk as Peter walks this Woman to her door. Olivia's heart practically feels like it is pounding to get out of her chest as she watches the woman flutter her lashes and leans in towards Peter. Olivia's finger nails dig deep into the flesh of her palm as she clenches her fists tighter. What was that? She noticed something. A quick flash of emotion, but she couldn't be sure. Peter tensed up? Maybe she was wishing it. The woman motions for him to come in but Peter shakes his head.
"I have to be back so Astrid can go home Liv"
She cringes as he gives the woman a kiss on the cheek. The monitor goes black.
"He will be back soon"
She could hide emotion no longer. She was angry. No tears or begging this time around. This time she wanted him to see the fury in her eyes. She wanted him to be afraid. She pounded her fists hard on the window. Her eyes unshaken, fists pound again on the hard glass.
"When I get out of here…" She warned, a low growl escaping her lips as he exhaled.
"If" he snarled.
She pounded her fists into the glass once more her eyes never leaving his.
'You've been warned Bishop' She thought as she watched a trail of blood drip to her wrist from where her finger nails had dug deep into the flesh of her palm.
Thanks again for reading. Olivia Kicks ass! Woohooo! She certainly wont need a lamp to kick Altliv's ass next time around lol