Holy COW! the response I got for this story was amazing! Thank you everyone for the comments, they mean a lot. I really wanted to get this second chapter out before Fringe for tonight shows for me, so for the record it's 8:45 when I uploaded. Thank you again to everyone who commented, it means a lot. I was a little weary to load it because it's a Lincoln/Olivia ship (FOR THE MOMENT, oh was that a spoiler?) but have no fear, it will change.

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Olivia fixes the top button on her suit. Again.

His obsession with playing with her skin has to stop. Has to stop.

"Stop!" she says, fixing the buttons again. He's wearing a sheepish grin on his face-like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I can't help it," he whines playfully, watching her transform in front of his eyes. It's like she changes, from this beautiful, rare light to this regal and nobel animal- from playful tiger cub to full tiger. He likes the wave she twists, and he hears the pop in her spine. She bursts out laughing and he smiles too.

"A little tense, I guess," she says. She reaches over and grabs her folder off his desk. Their interaction is secretive and highly dangerous, but they stare at each other without restraint. She is so fascinating...he can't get over that. She turns back to him, straight faced and formal and he feels himself straighten up in her presence. She nods at him and he nods back, tossing in a little wink before she turns on her heel and walks away.

Astrid was right, about Lincoln Lee. It just wasn't her Lincoln that caught her attention. It was theirs. He was shy, quiet, and at the same time forward and dangerous. She liked that from him. He was similar to her, but different. It was good kind of completion, a welcome warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She was more than excited to know he'd chosen her instead of her, his Liv. They were, after all, complete opposites. She smiles at him and pats his cheek, a grin across his face.

"After work?" he asks, taking her fingers in his hand and rubbing his cheek against her soft palm. He is so addicted to her feel it's almost sickening, almost to the point that he needs help.

"All right," she says with a grin, "But I can't promise anything."

He smiles broadly at her, unabashedly. He knows what that means. It doesn't mean no, it's her way of confirming for sure.

"Of course," he plays along, "Only if you have time."

She smiles at him and he takes his lips and presses them against her skin one last time. She straightens up again and turns on her heel, heading down the bridge and towards her side. He takes one last glance as she leaves down the hall before turning away from her and heading back to the bridge room.

When she returns to the lab Walter is in tears and Astrid is fixing a broken bottle. Lincoln Lee, her Lincoln Lee, is standing awkwardly in the corner, glass hanging crookedly off his nose. Instantly she rushes into to Walter and wraps her fingers around his.

"It's all right Walter," she says, "It's okay."

He's mumbling incoherently, something about a man in his head. He's been on about this man for a while now, talking about seeing him,, hearing him, knowing his name. Olivia soothes the skin on his hands, carefully, trying to calm him down.

"He's here," Walter mumbles, "He's here, here, here."

"There is no one here Walter," Olivia says, "No one."

"It's the fourth time this week," Astrid says, "Do you think his meds are working?"

"Of course they're working!" he shouts, "There is a man here! I have heard him! Seen him!"

Olivia's nerves are scattered and she sighs. "Okay Walter. Is he here now?"

"No-"

"And we are," she continues, "So let's just get back to work, hmm?"

Walter nods from his fetal position and Olivia helps him up to stand. She gives him a gentle smile as he balances back onto his feet. Carefully, she throws a glance over her shoulder to Lincoln, whose posture has gone from his doubles natural stance to his slouch, comfortable again. Walter shifts again on his feet and shuffles away from Olivia. She sighs and looks fora chair to sink down into.

Walter is crazy and she knows this. But this insanity has become almost too much to bear. Recently he babbles on about a man that, it's very clear, is not here. Some man named Peter, she's never heard of before, and that he's constantly around. He's in the mirror, in the T.V. screen, in his bedroom etc. The list goes on. It's tiresome really, and Olivia wonders if he's finally broken. She has looked up any Peter in connection with Walter, but there is nothing. She's never even heard of Peter before.

Just as she sinks into a seat, exhausted and it's only 10 in the morning, Broyles comes through the door. His suit is crisp and neat and clean and it's clear he's just come from the Bridge. His eyes scan the place, still in disarray from the morning's fiasco and then lock onto Olivia, slouching in the corner.

"Dunham, Lee, Farnsworth," he says strictly, "Come with me now."

Lincoln all but jumps up, following Broyles out of the room. He's all too happy to escape this crazy charade of an FBI division. Astrid nods slowly and reaches for her ear piece, stepping out in front of Olivia. Olivia approaches Broyles and he nods, quietly speaking in her ear.

"There is a man in the device."

She looks at him, bewildered. A man? In the device? How?

"Is he alive?"

Broyles nods, "He is alive, but barely. The other side has him."

"Why?" Olivia demands, unsure of why this man is over there.

"Their Brandon found him. He heard the thump of him falling and found the man unconscious on the ground. He's pretty banged up.

"How did he get there?" Olivia asks as they shuffle towards the car. Broyles looks at her.

"We have no idea."

Lincoln watches the man lay still in the hospital room. His breathing is deep, even and his eyes are shut. His dark hair is curling and matted with blood from his fall. The respirators counted his breathing, his inhales and exhales with help. Who was he? How did he end up in the device's room? Lincoln studies the man for another moment before turning his head to see the approach Liv in all her red haired glory. She's strutting her stuff down the hospital hall looking as if she belongs on a runway. Lincoln smiles at her as she sidles up next to him.

"They," she says distastefully, "Are on their way."

Lincoln nods and turns back to the window. Inside he's secretly rejoicing. It is such a turn on to see her in all her working glory, her snippy, boss-like tone, professional stance, and working scowl. His whole body tingles when he sees her like this, and he loves it. It's erotic and exotic and just thinking about it makes his head spin. Liv is looking at him sideways, and he gives her a goofy grin.

"They aren't all that bad," he teases and she makes a face.

"I can't believe I'm so stuck up and stiff," she says, "I mean, we're opposites."

Lincoln really wanted to laugh hard at how wrong she was. But he says nothing, instead he turns his head down the hall to see her, Olivia, walking down the hallway in a strict black suit, hands in her pockets. Her Broyles, Astrid and...was that him? HIs train of thoughts stop as he stares at his alternate. A nerdy boy, suit and tie, glasses and slick hair. Lincoln focuses on him as they stop near him. His eyes seem trained on him as well.

Broyles interrupts the awkward silence with the introductions. And it was true, it was him. Lincoln reaches his hand out to shake his hand, studying him carefully.

"So," Olivia breaks the silence with, "What do you know?"

Liv answers her, "Well not much. Brandon found him-"

"Where is he?"

Lincoln clears his throat, "The waiting room. I'll take you to him."

Olivia eyes him and nods, looking at Broyles. He agrees and lets her go, watching her step forward. Olivia's double stares at her with distain, almost begging Lincoln to let her go with him. But Lincoln shakes his head, Olivia wont bite...at least not here. he smirks as he leads her down the hall He can feel her smile on his back, but he doesn't look back, not until they are out of view. He turns to her then.

"Well," he says as they stop in front of the waiting room, "Such an eventful day."

"Very much, Mr. Lee," she says with a very tight tone. He nods and grins, pushing open the door.

Brandon is quiet, sitting at the table, eyes on his hands. Olivia looks at him as she enters, catching his eyes. He's startled at first, curious at this Olivia. He knows that it's the Olivia he's tortured, and...is that fear she sees? He straightens up and she does too, fixing herself as she crosses the room.

"Mr. Fayette," she says coolly, abusing her power to frighten him. He nods as she slides in across from him. She dislikes him greatly, but she wont say anything. Instead she folds her hands in front of her. "What can you tell me?"

He shakes his head and inhales, "Not much," he says formally, "I was working when I heard a horrible creak coming from the machine. I looked up and there he was, this man, being torn apart in the machines. All the equipment started buzzing, the levels in the room shot up to red and then everything stopped. He fell to the ground."

"Did he say anything?"

Brandon shook his head, "When I got to him he was barely conscious, moaning and groaning. There was blood coming from his head."

Olivia nods, standing up. "And he didn't say anything?"

Brandon was quiet for a moment. "I did ask what his name was," he says, "He said his name was Peter."

Yayyy chapter two! What do you think? Too much information or just enough? and is Peter back? OH you'll have to wait to find out!