Yeah, yeah. I lied.

This is only half of the chapter, sorry! Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I think, and I'm really busy. I just had to get this to you guys. Peter's part will be coming soon. I'll edit the chapter and add the second part on later. (:

There was so much confusion, pain, and anger. This 'feeling' or 'feelings' all rushed into a spiraling ball in the pit of her stomach. It felt like an itch, an itch that demanded her attention because it desperately needed to be relieved and it made her nauseous. Her whole body ached from the inside and out, throbbing along with her heartbeat. The one going extremely fast because of the adrenaline that flooded and clouded her train of thought.

She started to float, or so it felt like, above her pale and ragged body, watching it do things she wasn't in control of. Rage seemed to be the more dominant than she was. It threw things across the room, it ripped any objects that happened to be in it's way apart, and it even growled from time to time. It stumbled and fell in most attempts. Colors that danced around the room and the loud ringing in her ears made it hard to focus, but most of it was due to her failing health.

Stop! she whispered harshly into the mind that held her captive, but her physical form refused to listen. She had no more strength to fight anyone, let alone herself. You're an animal.

The sound of a door opening made her renter the thrashing body. Violently turning to snarl, she faced the figure that stepped in.

It hesitantly inched forward until it was fully in the light, close to Olivia, but not too close.

Fear washed into her features at the sight of black mass moving toward her. His scent filled her nostrils, making her breathe in deeply to get it to stay. It was a pleasant scent, surprisingly. One filled with comfort and trust. Familiar.

Who this man was who stood next to her, she didn't know. Her brain refused to cooperate with her curiosity as it put images of revenge in front of her eyes. Shutting them to make the images go away, her fingers clutched the pieces of ripped pillow in her hands even tighter as her leg-for-legs took a step back. Not knowing how close she was to the hospital bed, her bag of bones for a figure bumped into it, causing her to lose the little balance she had.

Right as the green and white marble floor came close to smashing her face, a pair of strong, warm arms enveloped and caught her.

"Olivia. . ." his deep chest rumbled into her own. "Careful."

She felt herself being gently set on the ground as the man proceeded to cradle her. Being so tired, she allowed herself to rest, but soon her brain sent images of Peter to dance across her eyelids and anger and rejection made them snap back open.

She shoved the man hard in the chest.

"Get off of me!" her throat wrenched while she struggled to kick herself away from him.

"I hate you, Peter! I hate you!" she cried over and over hysterically.

A slight tremor started throughout the room. It matched the one that started in her hands, which were balled into fists.

"I'm not Peter, Olivia." the man rushed. She caught the hint of fear that leaked through his words.

Liar. Liar. Her mind hissed in response.

"Shut up!" she screamed back, whether to the man or her mind, she didn't know. She didn't care. The hospital bed collapsed as if right on cue.

"God I loved you. I- -" A sob escaped. "I came here for you. I risked my life to save you from what your father was going to use you for."

She paused after hearing the man's zipper on his leather jacket make a clinking noise as it hit the ground. He had eased himself onto the ground with her and started to inch himself closer.

She didn't care anymore. She simply wrapped herself into a fetal position as more tears dripped off of her chin.

"Olivia. . ." the man breathed. "I'm not armed. It's just you and me."

Olivia's face contorted at how rehearsed he sounded. Just like Peter,her mind interrupted again. Routine lines said to make a potential criminal stop what he's doing.

The tremor in the room worsened at the thought and the amber glow about her seemed to brighten.

"Please, just go away. You've done enough already." Now her voice pleaded. The pain that began to spread from her inner stomach to her chest and beyond was unbearable. It was as if she was going to explode. Sweat dripped from her forehead and chased the tears.

"Olivia, listen to me. You have to calm down. You won't live unless you do." He was pleading too.

"Why would I want to live?" she shouted fiercely.

The man crawled, in a panic, the rest of the way over to her shaking and sweaty body. She could feel his breath tickling her right ear.

"Because I'm Daniel and I love you. Do you hear me, Olivia? I am Daniel, not Peter, and I love you." he whispered sharply.

Almost immediately, the pain subsided, but clamored up her throat which came out in the form of vomit. Relief pushed a sigh past her cracked lips as she fell into an unconscious state.

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Olivia felt a warm sensation covering her right cheek. It was a hand, she thought after a minute or so.

The horrible headache she had made it hard to think straight. The cold floor she was lying on, bit into her lower back and side and egged on an ache.

How did I get onto the floor? she wondered wearily, while trying to stifle a yawn. A quick look around showed pieces of broken glass scattered around the floor. Her hospital bed was no longer in its original position, but now in a dusty heap. Unknown fluids, probably from her IV bag, made her toes stick together. Some kind of commotion had happened here, her brain concluded through the fog.

Realization dawned and her instincts warned her that whatever had caused this might very well be still in the room. Her body jolted up, but the warm sensation that was no longer on her cheek now held her shoulders down.

Panic replaced curiosity and fear. She bucked up hard against the hands with a loud grunt and twisted away from them. Finding the strength to stand, she faced the attacker with two fists.

"Daniel?"

"You shouldn't be moving around so much after an incident like that. Allow your body to rest."

He patted the rolled up mat next to him.

"I had one of Robert's assistants bring this in. I would've given it to you earlier, but you were asleep and I didn't want to risk waking you."

Confusion swept through her and caused her to falter. After a moment, bitterness at seeing him made her eyes squint. "Why are you here? I thought you were reassigned."

He sighed and averted looking at her. "Yeah, well so did I."

Olivia turned her head sharply and took in the wreckage of her Holding Quarters.

"What did this?" she demanded.

"You did."

Her head snapped back around in disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are responsible for this." He swept his arm across the room.

Olivia didn't say anything; her finger found itself on her bottom lip as she tried to recall the past few hours.

"You don't remember?" He seemed intrigued by the idea.

"No." she replied while letting her fist fall back to her side. "I remember the IV in my arm and that's it."

"That's it?" He seemed slightly disappointed. Or relieved, she couldn't tell.

"Yes. Why would I do this and not remember?" But she already knew the answer. She was hoping the answer would change.

"It was the drugs, Olivia. You know this. They're still in the experimentation stage. This was a test run.

Those bastards. "And did they get the results they wanted?" she asked bitterly, swiping her arm across the room much like Daniel had done.

"I don't know." he answered darkly.

Just then, the door opened the second time that night.

"Well that went better than expected."

Daniel scrambled to his feet and stood up straight.

"Daniel." the man acknowledged.

"Sir." he returned.

"So how are we feeling?" Walter addressed Olivia. You certainly slept quite awhile after that episode. It was a magnificent display of results."

"I hope your satisfied." she spat.

"Oh, I am. Very."

A pair of doctors walked in and stood by Olivia cautiously.

"Take care of her boys. I want her nice and ready for round two." The men in scrubs immediately began checking her for cuts and bruises that might have been needed to be treated, while another checked her blood pressure and other bodily health indicators.

"Come with me, Daniel. I need to talk to you." Walter turned and started to squeeze through the mass of workers.

Once out of hearing range, Alternate Walter stopped, but Daniel continued to walk past him and down the hallway towards the exit.

"I quit." he gruffly explained as he picked up the pace.

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Where did you guys go?

Anyway, don't worry. Daniel is going to try and break her out of there soon, he just needs to realize that it's what he has to do, no matter the cost.

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