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mekachu04Untitled Fringe FanFic
roughly 2,000 words
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11 pm
Her phone is ringing.
She's not asleep yet, too many thoughts keeping her awake. But she was sitting quietly - staring out into space, organizing those thoughts - so the phone ring is quite an unwanted startle.
However when she looked at the ID, Olivia Dunham was not expecting the display to read 'Peter Bishop' back to her.
/This better be good/ she mentally whined, before answering with an curt "What."
Nothing... She listened closer - half expecting to hear John's halting voice, like she usually did with these strange late calls. Instead, there was a shuffling on the other end, muttering - but nothing directed at the phone.
"Hello?" She asked again, before a thought crossed her mind - "wait... Walter?"
"Yes?" the man asked... "Um.." He trailed off.. He might of even set the phone down - his voice was distant. Maybe he hadn't even realized he's made a call out.
"Walter! Walter..."
"Yes... I"m here.."
"This is Olivia, Walter... Uh.. Did you mean to call me?"
"Olivia.... Olivia.. Oh.. i"m sorry dear... I'm not sure if.." He sounded closer - like he was back to talking into the phone, instead of through it.
"Agent Dunham, Walter."
"Oh yes! Olivia! I remember, now! How are you?"
She signed, "Walter .. Can you put Peter on?"
"That's why I was calling... He.. He hasn't come back tonight..."
She frowned. Peter must of forgotten his phone in Walter's room. Not completely like him - but not the first time she's gotten a call from the good Doctor at strange times... At least he'd actually talked back to her this time.. "Walter.. You asked for your own room.. remember? You wanted more space to yourself. Peter's just next door."
"No.. No.. I know.. I'm in his room.. He's not here..."
There's a cold clenching in her gut, something screaming out at her. "You know he's been distant lately.. He probably has something on his mind... I'm sure he'll be home soon."
There was silence... Walter wasn't buying it....
"Walter... I'm sure he wouldn't want you staying up to worry about him. Why don't you go back to your room, and go ahead and sleep. Talk to him tomorrow morning, okay?"
".... Tomorrow.. okay.. Thank you .. Olivia.."
"it's not a problem Walter.. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night."
"Good night Walter.. sleep well."
She paused - making sure Walter was indeed finished talking - before hanging up. SHe remained paused there - looking at her phone. With a sign, she dialed out.
"Charlie... Yah, i know it's late, I'm sorry..."
She drummed her fingers against he counter top.
"It's Peter Bishop.. I think he might have taken off."
*-*-*
Peter never came back home that night. Olivia meet Walter at the room, and escorted him to the lab.
A missing persons was sent out. No one had seen the younger Bishop since he stormed out early the morning before, I wrong number call seemed to spark his fuse.
Astid spent the day shooting worried glances at her, and holding Walter's hand. The man was flakier than usual, his mind jumping from topic to topic with no certain pattern.
She was watching Walter toy with something - Astrid making small talk with him about some cartoon show they'd watched during lunch.
She's not sure why - maybe it's because Walter bumps the green and red lights from long before - but she thinks back to what peter told her before...
Her phone's out before she realizes it "Charlie?"
"Olivia.. I was just about to call.. There's a guy who thinks he may have seen Bishop talking to a blonde woman and her boyfriend outside his restaurant."
She turned away from Astrid and Walter to grill Charlie, feeling their gazes drilling into her back as they both listened in. She and Charlie conferred, throwing ideas around, but nothing with Peter Bishop was turning any leads...
Olivia paused, a stray thought passing though her mind - "Can you extend the Search?"
"what do you mean.."
"Names - Something that derivatives from Peter's name - Peter King, Peter Rook, Peter Knight. Something like that... He mentioned it too me a while ago - it's something-"
"Olivia."
"You sound hopeful."
"There was a suspicious withdraw flagged this morning - a Peter King's made arrangements to close his account and - there's a heftly amount in it."
Oliva sat down on one of the chairs, glancing at Walter.
"It seems Mr. Peter King left the back about half an hour ago..."
"what bank?"
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It's 43 minutes after Peter 'King' walked out of the bank that Olivia walks into its security room.
The man at the counter was nice enough - and has the footage up and ready for her to begin searching.
It doesn't take long, and Olivia swallows when she finds him. It's Bishop. He looks right at he camera - the frozen frame staring hauntingly back - as if expecting her to be watching.
She's on her way out - calling Charlie to let her know that it was him. She's walking down the front steps when the security man calls out for her, running up to her with a few papers in his hand.
"We have a camera for the front," he says, pointing up. Olivia can see a camera posted outside the front door.
"After you left - I looked to see if it showed what why your guy went..."
He handed the hasty print-outs to her. "A black car - parked right out in front..."
The photo showed that - along with a man standing outside the open back door. Peter was in the photo, handing the to man the envelope holding the cashiers checks in it. Again, he was looking right to he camera, as if saying 'Here I am, Olivia.. You seeing me?'
"He got in after wards, though he was helped none to gently.... the car pulled a U-ie and that's all i can tell you..."
She gives him a tired but earnest smile. "Thank you..."
She calls it in, and the search begins. With little luck. Seems the black car vanished after leaving the bank...
A snow storm rolls in during the mid-afternoon, making driving difficult. And while it's a harsh downpour of frozen flakes, it's short. Only about an hour after it starts, the sky's lightened enough to drive again - though thw streets are still slick and tricky.
Evening is falling soon and the temperature is dropping fast. the first shift of seachers are heading home, a skeleton crew taking up where they left off.
Oliva's driving across a bridge - talking to Charlie, when she SEES him - the 'Observer.' He's looking right at her. As if he's been waiting for her.
He's been there a while - his black clothes white from the clinging snow. She nearly slams on her brakes - but doesn't want t o cause an accident.
She drives to the end of the bridge, and parks - and runs to where the man's standing - talking more at Charlie at the moment, his voice tiny from the phone in her hand. The observes waits until she's close - before putting his hat back on, and turns and walks away.
"I couldn't interfere again.." he says, before vanishing into the snow.
The phase haunts her- but she doesn't know what it's suppose to mean. Olivia looks around - before noticing there's no snow on the railing there; perhaps the man had been leaning against it.
But why?
She looks over the side - sees nothing but water, cold and silent...
she looks up again, scanning the bridge, before looking back down to the river.
"Chalie?" She asks, bringing the phone up to her ear.
"What do you see Olivia.. what's going on...?"
"Get walter from Harvard... and an ambulance..."
"Olivia?~!"
"And Hurry."
She then jumps off the bridge.
*-*-*
The bridge isn't that high and it's a short fall to the water. The river is slow moving - and rather shallow - her feet brush the loose bottom before she kicks back to the surface.
But it is cold - icing over at the shoreline, and it hurts to breath. She dives back down - the nasty water burning her eyes as she searches the dark water.
there! she sees him! a body flouting - just a few feet from the river bottom; bound, and weighted.
His HomeLand Security badge is around his neck still, hovering away from his chest, flouting away from in in the soft current. Even without it - she KNOWS it's him.
John's pocket knife is out, and she's sawing away at the rope around Peter's wrists - bound to two cinder-blocks. It cut's slowly - and her limbs are loosing feeling - and twice she has to surface for air.
She sees the ambulance pulling up next to her SUV.
She dives again .. and again.. it takes three more tries until the rope is free, and she's kicking with all her might toward the shore.
Astrid and Walter are there - Charlie's talking with the paramedics, look at her with worry...
She has to hand Peter over - she can't feel her hands anymore. She feels cold and numb. Feels like she's going to pass out.
Walter's tearing at the hood tied over Peter's head; he's yelling - but she can't hear anymore... Charlie's at her side - one of the towels from the ambulance wrapping around her.
The gag around peter's mouth is removed - his lips blue.. he's not moving...
The paramedic is moving her toward the ambulance; Walter's screaming - she can see it in his face - in his eyes. Before her view is blocked by the man's shoulders she sees him petting down his son's hair...
she's so cold.. so numb.. so tired...
she can't feel anything.. she can't hear.. she can't see.
*-*-*
Olivia met Charlie at the hospital's front desk. The staff wanted her to stay - but she'll have none of that.
Perk for working for HomeLand Security.
Charlie drove her back to Harvard. Her SUV had been towed there for her,
Walter and Astrid are frantically working when charlie and she entered - Broyles is in the corner watching quietly; intently. Since he walked in on Walter working on Joseph Smith he's taken up more of a person interest in Walter's way of working.
Peter's body is laid on the table. Her stomach turns fowl, and for a moment she sees John.
Walter's beaming at her. There's something dark hiding in his eyes - something twisted and frightening to behold - but he tells her the good news.
Peter was only dead for about an hour when Olivia found him - the water acted slightly like cryogenic freezing.
They got his heart beating again 30 minutes ago - only a few short minutes after getting him set up in the lab. Granted it was the machines doing all the work - but his lungs where working now too.
Astrid told her they where working on jump starting his brain.
She didn't mean to think it - but it came to mind on it's own - 6-9 minutes.. That how long the brain can go with out oxygen.. And even then - there can be serious brain damage.* Peter'd been dead for almost two hours now...
Walter just smiled at her - as if he was following her thoughts... before going back to his instraments, "now.. Astrid, dear.." he said, looking up, "Please step back - I'm turning it on..."
END
* "Six to nine minutes seem to be the time frame a brain can tolerate being without oxygen before serious irreparable damage occurs.
This can vary in newborns and young children who seem to be more resilient than adults.
Also, temperature of the individual will also impact neurologic outcome. Colder temperatures decrease the body's oxygen demand so hypothermic states will lengthen the time tolerated without oxygen. "
-> SOURCE
roughly 2,000 words
*-*-*
11 pm
Her phone is ringing.
She's not asleep yet, too many thoughts keeping her awake. But she was sitting quietly - staring out into space, organizing those thoughts - so the phone ring is quite an unwanted startle.
However when she looked at the ID, Olivia Dunham was not expecting the display to read 'Peter Bishop' back to her.
/This better be good/ she mentally whined, before answering with an curt "What."
Nothing... She listened closer - half expecting to hear John's halting voice, like she usually did with these strange late calls. Instead, there was a shuffling on the other end, muttering - but nothing directed at the phone.
"Hello?" She asked again, before a thought crossed her mind - "wait... Walter?"
"Yes?" the man asked... "Um.." He trailed off.. He might of even set the phone down - his voice was distant. Maybe he hadn't even realized he's made a call out.
"Walter! Walter..."
"Yes... I"m here.."
"This is Olivia, Walter... Uh.. Did you mean to call me?"
"Olivia.... Olivia.. Oh.. i"m sorry dear... I'm not sure if.." He sounded closer - like he was back to talking into the phone, instead of through it.
"Agent Dunham, Walter."
"Oh yes! Olivia! I remember, now! How are you?"
She signed, "Walter .. Can you put Peter on?"
"That's why I was calling... He.. He hasn't come back tonight..."
She frowned. Peter must of forgotten his phone in Walter's room. Not completely like him - but not the first time she's gotten a call from the good Doctor at strange times... At least he'd actually talked back to her this time.. "Walter.. You asked for your own room.. remember? You wanted more space to yourself. Peter's just next door."
"No.. No.. I know.. I'm in his room.. He's not here..."
There's a cold clenching in her gut, something screaming out at her. "You know he's been distant lately.. He probably has something on his mind... I'm sure he'll be home soon."
There was silence... Walter wasn't buying it....
"Walter... I'm sure he wouldn't want you staying up to worry about him. Why don't you go back to your room, and go ahead and sleep. Talk to him tomorrow morning, okay?"
".... Tomorrow.. okay.. Thank you .. Olivia.."
"it's not a problem Walter.. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night."
"Good night Walter.. sleep well."
She paused - making sure Walter was indeed finished talking - before hanging up. SHe remained paused there - looking at her phone. With a sign, she dialed out.
"Charlie... Yah, i know it's late, I'm sorry..."
She drummed her fingers against he counter top.
"It's Peter Bishop.. I think he might have taken off."
*-*-*
Peter never came back home that night. Olivia meet Walter at the room, and escorted him to the lab.
A missing persons was sent out. No one had seen the younger Bishop since he stormed out early the morning before, I wrong number call seemed to spark his fuse.
Astid spent the day shooting worried glances at her, and holding Walter's hand. The man was flakier than usual, his mind jumping from topic to topic with no certain pattern.
She was watching Walter toy with something - Astrid making small talk with him about some cartoon show they'd watched during lunch.
She's not sure why - maybe it's because Walter bumps the green and red lights from long before - but she thinks back to what peter told her before...
Her phone's out before she realizes it "Charlie?"
"Olivia.. I was just about to call.. There's a guy who thinks he may have seen Bishop talking to a blonde woman and her boyfriend outside his restaurant."
She turned away from Astrid and Walter to grill Charlie, feeling their gazes drilling into her back as they both listened in. She and Charlie conferred, throwing ideas around, but nothing with Peter Bishop was turning any leads...
Olivia paused, a stray thought passing though her mind - "Can you extend the Search?"
"what do you mean.."
"Names - Something that derivatives from Peter's name - Peter King, Peter Rook, Peter Knight. Something like that... He mentioned it too me a while ago - it's something-"
"Olivia."
"You sound hopeful."
"There was a suspicious withdraw flagged this morning - a Peter King's made arrangements to close his account and - there's a heftly amount in it."
Oliva sat down on one of the chairs, glancing at Walter.
"It seems Mr. Peter King left the back about half an hour ago..."
"what bank?"
*-*-*
It's 43 minutes after Peter 'King' walked out of the bank that Olivia walks into its security room.
The man at the counter was nice enough - and has the footage up and ready for her to begin searching.
It doesn't take long, and Olivia swallows when she finds him. It's Bishop. He looks right at he camera - the frozen frame staring hauntingly back - as if expecting her to be watching.
She's on her way out - calling Charlie to let her know that it was him. She's walking down the front steps when the security man calls out for her, running up to her with a few papers in his hand.
"We have a camera for the front," he says, pointing up. Olivia can see a camera posted outside the front door.
"After you left - I looked to see if it showed what why your guy went..."
He handed the hasty print-outs to her. "A black car - parked right out in front..."
The photo showed that - along with a man standing outside the open back door. Peter was in the photo, handing the to man the envelope holding the cashiers checks in it. Again, he was looking right to he camera, as if saying 'Here I am, Olivia.. You seeing me?'
"He got in after wards, though he was helped none to gently.... the car pulled a U-ie and that's all i can tell you..."
She gives him a tired but earnest smile. "Thank you..."
She calls it in, and the search begins. With little luck. Seems the black car vanished after leaving the bank...
A snow storm rolls in during the mid-afternoon, making driving difficult. And while it's a harsh downpour of frozen flakes, it's short. Only about an hour after it starts, the sky's lightened enough to drive again - though thw streets are still slick and tricky.
Evening is falling soon and the temperature is dropping fast. the first shift of seachers are heading home, a skeleton crew taking up where they left off.
Oliva's driving across a bridge - talking to Charlie, when she SEES him - the 'Observer.' He's looking right at her. As if he's been waiting for her.
He's been there a while - his black clothes white from the clinging snow. She nearly slams on her brakes - but doesn't want t o cause an accident.
She drives to the end of the bridge, and parks - and runs to where the man's standing - talking more at Charlie at the moment, his voice tiny from the phone in her hand. The observes waits until she's close - before putting his hat back on, and turns and walks away.
"I couldn't interfere again.." he says, before vanishing into the snow.
The phase haunts her- but she doesn't know what it's suppose to mean. Olivia looks around - before noticing there's no snow on the railing there; perhaps the man had been leaning against it.
But why?
She looks over the side - sees nothing but water, cold and silent...
she looks up again, scanning the bridge, before looking back down to the river.
"Chalie?" She asks, bringing the phone up to her ear.
"What do you see Olivia.. what's going on...?"
"Get walter from Harvard... and an ambulance..."
"Olivia?~!"
"And Hurry."
She then jumps off the bridge.
*-*-*
The bridge isn't that high and it's a short fall to the water. The river is slow moving - and rather shallow - her feet brush the loose bottom before she kicks back to the surface.
But it is cold - icing over at the shoreline, and it hurts to breath. She dives back down - the nasty water burning her eyes as she searches the dark water.
there! she sees him! a body flouting - just a few feet from the river bottom; bound, and weighted.
His HomeLand Security badge is around his neck still, hovering away from his chest, flouting away from in in the soft current. Even without it - she KNOWS it's him.
John's pocket knife is out, and she's sawing away at the rope around Peter's wrists - bound to two cinder-blocks. It cut's slowly - and her limbs are loosing feeling - and twice she has to surface for air.
She sees the ambulance pulling up next to her SUV.
She dives again .. and again.. it takes three more tries until the rope is free, and she's kicking with all her might toward the shore.
Astrid and Walter are there - Charlie's talking with the paramedics, look at her with worry...
She has to hand Peter over - she can't feel her hands anymore. She feels cold and numb. Feels like she's going to pass out.
Walter's tearing at the hood tied over Peter's head; he's yelling - but she can't hear anymore... Charlie's at her side - one of the towels from the ambulance wrapping around her.
The gag around peter's mouth is removed - his lips blue.. he's not moving...
The paramedic is moving her toward the ambulance; Walter's screaming - she can see it in his face - in his eyes. Before her view is blocked by the man's shoulders she sees him petting down his son's hair...
she's so cold.. so numb.. so tired...
she can't feel anything.. she can't hear.. she can't see.
*-*-*
Olivia met Charlie at the hospital's front desk. The staff wanted her to stay - but she'll have none of that.
Perk for working for HomeLand Security.
Charlie drove her back to Harvard. Her SUV had been towed there for her,
Walter and Astrid are frantically working when charlie and she entered - Broyles is in the corner watching quietly; intently. Since he walked in on Walter working on Joseph Smith he's taken up more of a person interest in Walter's way of working.
Peter's body is laid on the table. Her stomach turns fowl, and for a moment she sees John.
Walter's beaming at her. There's something dark hiding in his eyes - something twisted and frightening to behold - but he tells her the good news.
Peter was only dead for about an hour when Olivia found him - the water acted slightly like cryogenic freezing.
They got his heart beating again 30 minutes ago - only a few short minutes after getting him set up in the lab. Granted it was the machines doing all the work - but his lungs where working now too.
Astrid told her they where working on jump starting his brain.
She didn't mean to think it - but it came to mind on it's own - 6-9 minutes.. That how long the brain can go with out oxygen.. And even then - there can be serious brain damage.* Peter'd been dead for almost two hours now...
Walter just smiled at her - as if he was following her thoughts... before going back to his instraments, "now.. Astrid, dear.." he said, looking up, "Please step back - I'm turning it on..."
END
* "Six to nine minutes seem to be the time frame a brain can tolerate being without oxygen before serious irreparable damage occurs.
This can vary in newborns and young children who seem to be more resilient than adults.
Also, temperature of the individual will also impact neurologic outcome. Colder temperatures decrease the body's oxygen demand so hypothermic states will lengthen the time tolerated without oxygen. "
-> SOURCE
