Written by Valentino Sala
N.Y.C.The sky was grey and the air was going to become evereday more terrible. Liv put on her uniform. She loved that kind of brown and she thought the uniform fitted perfectly on herself. Out of the house an armoured vehicle was waiting for her."Good morning Commander!" Said one of the soldiers when she finally arrived. Liv put an hand against her cap, giving a smile to the soldier."Good morning Francis."The convoy went right down the street until passed in front of the HQ. Liv knocked on the hard metal bulkhead."Stop here!" She said to the driver. "I’ll get off here, Francis," she continued then. I have an appointment."Ok," Francis nodded, "see you later."Liv went towards the building made of red bicks, entered the doorway and went upstairs, until she reached the second floor. She entered the second room on her left in the corridor without knocking or say anything. "Good morning Mr. Windmark.""Good morning Commander Dunham.""So, Mr. Windmark" Live looked right into the observer’s eyes "Tell me about this project. You know I’m always interested to help you."

Written by Valentino Sala

N.Y.C.

The sky was grey and the air was going to become evereday more terrible. Liv put on her uniform. She loved that kind of brown and she thought the uniform fitted perfectly on herself. Out of the house an armoured vehicle was waiting for her.
"Good morning Commander!" Said one of the soldiers when she finally arrived. Liv put an hand against her cap, giving a smile to the soldier.
"Good morning Francis."
The convoy went right down the street until passed in front of the HQ. Liv knocked on the hard metal bulkhead.
"Stop here!" She said to the driver. "I’ll get off here, Francis," she continued then. I have an appointment.
"Ok," Francis nodded, "see you later."
Liv went towards the building made of red bicks, entered the doorway and went upstairs, until she reached the second floor. She entered the second room on her left in the corridor without knocking or say anything. 
"Good morning Mr. Windmark."
"Good morning Commander Dunham."
"So, Mr. Windmark" Live looked right into the observer’s eyes "Tell me about this project. You know I’m always interested to help you."

(The bridge.
The Peter’s gift, the observer’s curse. Last William Bell’s outrage. I suspected he were behind all this but until the end I hope I was wrong. No, I wasn’t. Walter, you old mate, You still are long-sighted. God only know how I was hoping to be wrong, to be mistaken and, instead, it wass all pretty damn true, all bloody real. Everything has been outmaneuvered by William Bell to get us here, to get us to this exact point. Everything happens as Bell intended, since the day when Gemini distracted me in 1985. The cylinder. It was Bell who let me find it, I wonder how you giggled with pleasure, as you maneuvered me like a puppet. Who knows how many big laughs you have done, seeing how I tried desperately to bring together both Fringe Team with every move. It’s what you wanted… You wanted to have us all here, to pontificate, to mocking us all you old damn megalomaniac… I must admit it. You’re right. You’re God, you’re the King but You don’t expect to see me kneeling in front of you, you fucking duplicitous. Ok, ok. Let’s play. I want to see where it takes us your sordid deception but, remember well you damn cheater, you’re at my house and we play by my own rules! Hold on Walter, rearrange the ideas. You have faced worse threats than this decrepit megalomaniac. You may lose, you know but you can’t give up, you had to fight so badly… Do it for Henry. Do it for Peter. Do it for both universes…)
"Well, well, Dr. Paris, it’s a real pleasure to have you here with us. Now it’s perfectly clear who really is the boss. You, old nuts, it’s been years you play this chess game, deploying us as you like. Who know what fun you had acting as a God. Let me ask you something, just one thing: why? Why all this?"
Silence is deafening in this room. I try not to betray any emotion but it’s clear that I’m terrified. Walter, the arrogant and contemptuous scientist, able to break the laws of physics, he’s scared and trembling like a bunny.
Broyle’s unable to speak. Also both Dunhams are silent, only Peter seems to be at ease, to be confident. He seems even ready to fling against whoever at any moment. He has a strange glint in his eyes. Maybe he’s hiding something.
Silence is broken by sharped words of the “enemy”. “Walter, Walter, you’re always the same. You’ll never learn. You appear so strong, you’ll shelter yourself behind a pragmatic mask and you’re just the same pathetic man, always a slave to your stupid ideals! I can talk to you for ages and yet you wouldn’t understand, you old stupid ignorant yokel! Maybe it’s better if you let me show you something!”
(A strange feeling pervades me… A metallic taste embraces my body, while also mine alter draws near to me. I see that he feels the same…
a bell resounding far as the room slowly begins to fade ….. I feel light, more light ….. my mind is strangely free, devoid of any emotion, free of all thought …… the others are always around me, but more and more indistinct, and I don’t know if this is all a dream… A vortex, a kaleidoscope of colors ….. and around me only smell of a thousand sounds ….. the flavor of a thousand fears ……. and Walter, who laughs and giggles, and Bell smiling sardonically ….. and slide down, and down and down ………….
The sound of a waterfall, flowing water, I slipped on him, but I did not get wet, and I feel like in a cocoon, like a child warm in the womb …….. and then again a whirlwind, and cold feel …. I feel naked and alone, and still cold, and scared …. and cry in despair, as if she were giving birth to another Mother …… and cry, but then I laugh and then I cry again ……. and Walter is next to me, also a prisoner of my ancestral fears …..
A deafening sound, a blinding light ….. the Big Bang?? Holy Blood, Walter, maybe you’re losing your mind. I feel my feet on the ground again, now, and finally that kaleidoscope stops. I guess I’ve regained control over me, now.)
Around me, a dark city, bleak and oppressive. Boston? New York?
Tall buildings tower up against a steel sky: the Maelstrom, the last abomination: where the hell am I? But I don’t even have time to think, that the answer comes to me straight in the face, like a right hook.
"Welcome home, my dear old friends!" Bell’s expression is alway the same: and incredible, legendary, colossal and impenetrable bronze face, which would be able to fool even God. Ignoring that he’s God or so it seems…
Yet this time all seems familiar and what he said, that “welcome home”, for once, it doesn’t sound like a joke. The other Walter, he is no longer a bunny, he’s more like a raged cat and he says:
"Belly are we where I think? No, please, don’t tell me that…"
"Go ahed, Walter, go ahead… I’m sure that Secretary hasn’t understood yet, bur he craves to know. So go ahed, feel free to speak, my friend!"
We are facing a door.
High, massive, wooden, it seems the door of a cathedral, finely crafted by the skilled hands of a craftsman, is ancient, with high quality finishes, but at the same time is modern, almost futuristic, I can’t explain why.
But it is not a cathedral.
And not even a house.
I don’t know. I haven’t ever seen something like that and it seems to me quite familiar at the same time.
And while I contemplate it, with the corner of my eyes I see that Walter comes out in a cold sweat. “Belly…” words go out of Walter’s mouth as if it were not pronunced by him. He seems cold and impersonal. “Please, don’t tell me that behind that door…”
"Walter, Walter, don’t be so modest. You know, I’m a God, a God created by another one, even more ambitious, more eager of power and wisdom… to the point of tear infinite universes and quench his thirst for knowledge. To manipulate, to control… Come on, Walter, open that door!"
I’m sweating cold …. I’m afraid …. fucking scared…… and I think I know what we’ll find …… Fuck, Walter, I hope I’m wrong …. but I’m afraid that this time I’m not mistaken ……
A creepy creack rises from its hinges, while my alter pushes the heavy wood …… and the light that comes out of it blinds me and cleanses me at the same time ….. and here’s the truth ………..
2 skinned individuals, hairless, in dark clothes and with Fedora in the head.
I had hiccups and other Walter has the same, fuck it can’t be… “Welcome home” the first one said mechanically and the second immediately echoes.
I can’t hold the excitement for what I see…
In unison, with soundtrack made of Bell’s laughters, Walter and me say the words that we never, ever wanted to say:
"Peter, Walter? What year is this? In which damned nightmare are we?
Made by Walter Bishop Secretary of Defence. 

(The bridge.

The Peter’s gift, the observer’s curse. Last William Bell’s outrage. I suspected he were behind all this but until the end I hope I was wrong. No, I wasn’t. Walter, you old mate, You still are long-sighted. God only know how I was hoping to be wrong, to be mistaken and, instead, it wass all pretty damn true, all bloody real. Everything has been outmaneuvered by William Bell to get us here, to get us to this exact point. Everything happens as Bell intended, since the day when Gemini distracted me in 1985. The cylinder. It was Bell who let me find it, I wonder how you giggled with pleasure, as you maneuvered me like a puppet. Who knows how many big laughs you have done, seeing how I tried desperately to bring together both Fringe Team with every move. It’s what you wanted… You wanted to have us all here, to pontificate, to mocking us all you old damn megalomaniac… I must admit it. You’re right. You’re God, you’re the King but You don’t expect to see me kneeling in front of you, you fucking duplicitous. Ok, ok. Let’s play. I want to see where it takes us your sordid deception but, remember well you damn cheater, you’re at my house and we play by my own rules! Hold on Walter, rearrange the ideas. You have faced worse threats than this decrepit megalomaniac. You may lose, you know but you can’t give up, you had to fight so badly… Do it for Henry. Do it for Peter. Do it for both universes…)

"Well, well, Dr. Paris, it’s a real pleasure to have you here with us. Now it’s perfectly clear who really is the boss. You, old nuts, it’s been years you play this chess game, deploying us as you like. Who know what fun you had acting as a God. Let me ask you something, just one thing: why? Why all this?"

Silence is deafening in this room. I try not to betray any emotion but it’s clear that I’m terrified. Walter, the arrogant and contemptuous scientist, able to break the laws of physics, he’s scared and trembling like a bunny.

Broyle’s unable to speak. Also both Dunhams are silent, only Peter seems to be at ease, to be confident. He seems even ready to fling against whoever at any moment. He has a strange glint in his eyes. Maybe he’s hiding something.

Silence is broken by sharped words of the “enemy”. “Walter, Walter, you’re always the same. You’ll never learn. You appear so strong, you’ll shelter yourself behind a pragmatic mask and you’re just the same pathetic man, always a slave to your stupid ideals! I can talk to you for ages and yet you wouldn’t understand, you old stupid ignorant yokel! Maybe it’s better if you let me show you something!”

(A strange feeling pervades me… A metallic taste embraces my body, while also mine alter draws near to me. I see that he feels the same…

a bell resounding far as the room slowly begins to fade ….. I feel light, more light ….. my mind is strangely free, devoid of any emotion, free of all thought …… the others are always around me, but more and more indistinct, and I don’t know if this is all a dream… A vortex, a kaleidoscope of colors ….. and around me only smell of a thousand sounds ….. the flavor of a thousand fears ……. and Walter, who laughs and giggles, and Bell smiling sardonically ….. and slide down, and down and down ………….

The sound of a waterfall, flowing water, I slipped on him, but I did not get wet, and I feel like in a cocoon, like a child warm in the womb …….. and then again a whirlwind, and cold feel …. I feel naked and alone, and still cold, and scared …. and cry in despair, as if she were giving birth to another Mother …… and cry, but then I laugh and then I cry again ……. and Walter is next to me, also a prisoner of my ancestral fears …..

A deafening sound, a blinding light ….. the Big Bang?? Holy Blood, Walter, maybe you’re losing your mind. I feel my feet on the ground again, now, and finally that kaleidoscope stops. I guess I’ve regained control over me, now.)

Around me, a dark city, bleak and oppressive. Boston? New York?

Tall buildings tower up against a steel sky: the Maelstrom, the last abomination: where the hell am I? But I don’t even have time to think, that the answer comes to me straight in the face, like a right hook.

"Welcome home, my dear old friends!" Bell’s expression is alway the same: and incredible, legendary, colossal and impenetrable bronze face, which would be able to fool even God. Ignoring that he’s God or so it seems…

Yet this time all seems familiar and what he said, that “welcome home”, for once, it doesn’t sound like a joke. The other Walter, he is no longer a bunny, he’s more like a raged cat and he says:

"Belly are we where I think? No, please, don’t tell me that…"

"Go ahed, Walter, go ahead… I’m sure that Secretary hasn’t understood yet, bur he craves to know. So go ahed, feel free to speak, my friend!"

We are facing a door.

High, massive, wooden, it seems the door of a cathedral, finely crafted by the skilled hands of a craftsman, is ancient, with high quality finishes, but at the same time is modern, almost futuristic, I can’t explain why.

But it is not a cathedral.

And not even a house.

I don’t know. I haven’t ever seen something like that and it seems to me quite familiar at the same time.

And while I contemplate it, with the corner of my eyes I see that Walter comes out in a cold sweat. “Belly…” words go out of Walter’s mouth as if it were not pronunced by him. He seems cold and impersonal. “Please, don’t tell me that behind that door…”

"Walter, Walter, don’t be so modest. You know, I’m a God, a God created by another one, even more ambitious, more eager of power and wisdom… to the point of tear infinite universes and quench his thirst for knowledge. To manipulate, to control… Come on, Walter, open that door!"

I’m sweating cold …. I’m afraid …. fucking scared…… and I think I know what we’ll find …… Fuck, Walter, I hope I’m wrong …. but I’m afraid that this time I’m not mistaken ……

A creepy creack rises from its hinges, while my alter pushes the heavy wood …… and the light that comes out of it blinds me and cleanses me at the same time ….. and here’s the truth ………..

2 skinned individuals, hairless, in dark clothes and with Fedora in the head.

I had hiccups and other Walter has the same, fuck it can’t be… “Welcome home” the first one said mechanically and the second immediately echoes.

I can’t hold the excitement for what I see…

In unison, with soundtrack made of Bell’s laughters, Walter and me say the words that we never, ever wanted to say:

"Peter, Walter? What year is this? In which damned nightmare are we?

Made by Walter Bishop Secretary of Defence. 

Henry’s babysitter had to go…damn!
Appropriate day to have her own things to do earlier than usual thinks Liv. Olive called her.. She told her something about Peter and to meet at Liberty Island as soon as possible and she said yes, of course it was good. Well not that Liv was a sort of so excited to meet her and Peter together but, after all, probably it was something about…she don’t know what this was. She just said yes, that’s it. 
But lovely Helen told Liv she had to finish her working-time a little earlier,  Liv called her to ask if she could be able to stay with Henry little longer than usual. “Shit!” thought and said Liv. Yes, shit. Never heard a lady saying shit? No you have.
Appointment was out of Liberty Island gate, half an hour after the call ended…not a lot of time. So Liv drove like a mad dog, skipping red lights and going through crossroads so quickly she even risked running over an old lady passing by. Heels were going to come to a grinding halt…let’s take your time Liv,she said to herself. Helen was already there, Henry’s holding her hand and his eyes were looking at his mother’s car, looking at her while walking towards them . 
“Hello my little boy” Liv said
“Hello Ms. Dunham” Helen said “I’m very sorry for that, but I…”
“Don’t worry Helen I know you told me that last week, I just forgot it.”
LivI picked Henry up and made for the Bridge Place after hailing Helen and nodding to the guard at the gate. 
“Come on, baby. I have to see someone you know.”she said smiling.
When at the detection post she looked for Salena, that police-woman that she knew to be crazy for Henry. Salena was so sweet to him and Liv knew that he liked her so much. She felt a little embarassed asking such a favor to her, but in the end she had to.
“Salena may I ask you a favor?”
“If it’s something related with your lovely beautiful son, my answer is always yes, you know that.”
“Oh thanks a lot. Well probably it’s not for so long, but. May you keep him here with you?
“Of course detective Dunham”
“Liv…just call me Liv.”
“I’ll be right back honey, “ Liv said  to Henry “have to meet your dad…”
Liv entered in the Bridge Room. Olive was there and Peter was too.
Olive looked at her double, Peter and their baby. All this made her feel uncomfortable. It was not what she had in her mind and accusations of Peter hurted her, but in its stead she probably thought as he did.
“Hello Dunham”Olive said quietly “ I would like to talk with you alone”
“I’m here for that.” Liv replied “Let’s have a talk.” She continued then, nodding.
The two women go into a small room leaving alone Peter.
“I’m sorry I annoy you. I’m worring about Peter”
“Actually I imagined something like this even if…well I hoped you wanted just to talk with me, about you and me, you know.” 
Olivia smiles at her double “To be honest I would also like to talk to you about many things. I don’t hate you anymore. I know that you wanted to save your world. I don’t like some methods, but I understand that we were at war. You’re paying great cost what you did and I’m very sorry, believe me”
Liv stared at Olive. Was she actually getting what she was saying? Were real words those coming out of her mouth? She couldn’t believe it, but she did.
“So what’s the matter with Peter, Liv?”
“Do you remember when he used the Machine to create the Bridge? He saw something when he did it. He continues to have plenty of nightmares about this vision, but he doesn’t want to talk with me about this. I’m afraid for him. I’m afraid he might go insane”
“Do you think there’s a possibility he wants to speak about that with me? With us?” Liv put her hands into her jacket pockets and a sort of invisible fog hung over like an intangible material looming over them.
“I hope so Liv. I’m so scared… what are you doing?” She is terrified.
“So you think it would be better I speak with him alone?”
Olivia stared at her for a long time. She was like her. Both loved the same man. She was scared, but she was more worried about Peter “Yes, I think it’s better”
“So” Liv said “handcuffs off.”
Olivia laughed 
“This isn’t an erotic games, even if I suspect something similar would have occurred among you and him.”
“Actually I don’t remember nothing like this” said live and a nasty smile appeared on her lips. “Oh…I’m sorry.”
She opened her right hand, palm up.
“Give me the keys Liv.”
Olivia nodded and gave her double the keys “He is tough guy, you know him. I’m sure that he won’t speak so easily”
Liv approached Peter, turned around him on his back and took  the handcuffs off.
“Hello Peter.” She said.
“This situation would appear funny to you, I guess. Last time I said you hi, you were handcuffed.”
“Yeah. I remember that.” Liv smiled, then she went in front of him.
“Come and have a seat, please Peter. I’d like to speak with you, even if I imagine you don’t.”
“Olivia brought me here to make me confess something. And after then you appear. I’m not stupid, sweetheart. Olivia must be out of her mind if she thinks that you can succeed where she failed. I’m not going to talk.”
“Typical!” Liv said “See, she simply called me and told me there was a problem and I am worried about you.” She shook her head. “I know probably you don’t believe that. I’m almost sure of it and I don’t know how to make you aware of it. Look, Peter, I just want to speak with you about whatever you want to speak about. It’s not necessary you tell me about what’s happening right now, just speak.”
“If you want just talk to me, why am I here?”
“It was the closest place where to meet, I guess. Moreover I’m pretty worried about you and what is happening to you. I think I know you, maybe just a bit, maybe more than just a bit and I know you’ll try to keep everything inside until you’ll explode like a nova. I see it in your eyes, Peter.”
“This is some kind of bullshit written in your “Manual of deceiving a fool”, maybe? You know this isn’t going to work.You have already conned me once.”
“Yeah, it isn’t going to work, definitely. So how’s weather on that side? Is it cloudy, raining, is it a nice sunny day? What did you eat this morning at breakfast? What did you do yesterday evening?  You want to speak about this, Peter?
“You just cut that crap off and tell me when I can come back home as a free man.”
“I have been waiting this question for months, Peter…you can come home whenever you want. You perfectly know that.”
“Your home is not my home, agent Dunham.”
“That’s a choice of yours, Mr. Peter Bishop. Do as you want, as always.”
Liv stood up. “Asshole” she whispered, getting close Olivia.
“I knew that Liv. He isn’t going to reveal anything more than his rage. Just take him home.”
Then she stood still for a moment, she looked back at Peter.
“Oh Peter” she said serious “There’s someone out who’d like to meet you. Just you and him, if you want.”
“I know Henry is here. Why did you bring him here with you?”
“Helen, the baysitter you know, had to go earlier today. Olivia called me and…well he’s here. You’re not obliged to see him if you don’t want to. So?”
“Sure! I want to see him. It’ll be the only good thing in all this madness ”
“Then go. You’re a free man.”
Peter smiled and ran toward his son. “Hey, kiddo, look who’s here now.”

 
This is co-written by @peterkbishop @OliveBlodunham and @valentinosala

Henry’s babysitter had to go…damn!

Appropriate day to have her own things to do earlier than usual thinks Liv. Olive called her.. She told her something about Peter and to meet at Liberty Island as soon as possible and she said yes, of course it was good. Well not that Liv was a sort of so excited to meet her and Peter together but, after all, probably it was something about…she don’t know what this was. She just said yes, that’s it.

But lovely Helen told Liv she had to finish her working-time a little earlier,  Liv called her to ask if she could be able to stay with Henry little longer than usual. “Shit!” thought and said Liv. Yes, shit. Never heard a lady saying shit? No you have.

Appointment was out of Liberty Island gate, half an hour after the call ended…not a lot of time. So Liv drove like a mad dog, skipping red lights and going through crossroads so quickly she even risked running over an old lady passing by. Heels were going to come to a grinding halt…let’s take your time Liv,she said to herself. Helen was already there, Henry’s holding her hand and his eyes were looking at his mother’s car, looking at her while walking towards them .

“Hello my little boy” Liv said

“Hello Ms. Dunham” Helen said “I’m very sorry for that, but I…”

“Don’t worry Helen I know you told me that last week, I just forgot it.”

LivI picked Henry up and made for the Bridge Place after hailing Helen and nodding to the guard at the gate.

“Come on, baby. I have to see someone you know.”she said smiling.

When at the detection post she looked for Salena, that police-woman that she knew to be crazy for Henry. Salena was so sweet to him and Liv knew that he liked her so much. She felt a little embarassed asking such a favor to her, but in the end she had to.

“Salena may I ask you a favor?”

“If it’s something related with your lovely beautiful son, my answer is always yes, you know that.”

“Oh thanks a lot. Well probably it’s not for so long, but. May you keep him here with you?

“Of course detective Dunham”

“Liv…just call me Liv.”

“I’ll be right back honey, “ Liv said  to Henry “have to meet your dad…”

Liv entered in the Bridge Room. Olive was there and Peter was too.

Olive looked at her double, Peter and their baby. All this made her feel uncomfortable. It was not what she had in her mind and accusations of Peter hurted her, but in its stead she probably thought as he did.

“Hello Dunham”Olive said quietly “ I would like to talk with you alone”

“I’m here for that.” Liv replied “Let’s have a talk.” She continued then, nodding.

The two women go into a small room leaving alone Peter.

“I’m sorry I annoy you. I’m worring about Peter”

“Actually I imagined something like this even if…well I hoped you wanted just to talk with me, about you and me, you know.”

Olivia smiles at her double “To be honest I would also like to talk to you about many things. I don’t hate you anymore. I know that you wanted to save your world. I don’t like some methods, but I understand that we were at war. You’re paying great cost what you did and I’m very sorry, believe me”

Liv stared at Olive. Was she actually getting what she was saying? Were real words those coming out of her mouth? She couldn’t believe it, but she did.

“So what’s the matter with Peter, Liv?”

“Do you remember when he used the Machine to create the Bridge? He saw something when he did it. He continues to have plenty of nightmares about this vision, but he doesn’t want to talk with me about this. I’m afraid for him. I’m afraid he might go insane”

“Do you think there’s a possibility he wants to speak about that with me? With us?” Liv put her hands into her jacket pockets and a sort of invisible fog hung over like an intangible material looming over them.

“I hope so Liv. I’m so scared… what are you doing?” She is terrified.

“So you think it would be better I speak with him alone?”

Olivia stared at her for a long time. She was like her. Both loved the same man. She was scared, but she was more worried about Peter “Yes, I think it’s better”

“So” Liv said “handcuffs off.”

Olivia laughed

“This isn’t an erotic games, even if I suspect something similar would have occurred among you and him.”

“Actually I don’t remember nothing like this” said live and a nasty smile appeared on her lips. “Oh…I’m sorry.”

She opened her right hand, palm up.

“Give me the keys Liv.”

Olivia nodded and gave her double the keys “He is tough guy, you know him. I’m sure that he won’t speak so easily”

Liv approached Peter, turned around him on his back and took  the handcuffs off.

“Hello Peter.” She said.

“This situation would appear funny to you, I guess. Last time I said you hi, you were handcuffed.”

“Yeah. I remember that.” Liv smiled, then she went in front of him.

“Come and have a seat, please Peter. I’d like to speak with you, even if I imagine you don’t.”

“Olivia brought me here to make me confess something. And after then you appear. I’m not stupid, sweetheart. Olivia must be out of her mind if she thinks that you can succeed where she failed. I’m not going to talk.”

“Typical!” Liv said “See, she simply called me and told me there was a problem and I am worried about you.” She shook her head. “I know probably you don’t believe that. I’m almost sure of it and I don’t know how to make you aware of it. Look, Peter, I just want to speak with you about whatever you want to speak about. It’s not necessary you tell me about what’s happening right now, just speak.”

“If you want just talk to me, why am I here?”

“It was the closest place where to meet, I guess. Moreover I’m pretty worried about you and what is happening to you. I think I know you, maybe just a bit, maybe more than just a bit and I know you’ll try to keep everything inside until you’ll explode like a nova. I see it in your eyes, Peter.”

“This is some kind of bullshit written in your “Manual of deceiving a fool”, maybe? You know this isn’t going to work.You have already conned me once.”

“Yeah, it isn’t going to work, definitely. So how’s weather on that side? Is it cloudy, raining, is it a nice sunny day? What did you eat this morning at breakfast? What did you do yesterday evening?  You want to speak about this, Peter?

“You just cut that crap off and tell me when I can come back home as a free man.”

“I have been waiting this question for months, Peter…you can come home whenever you want. You perfectly know that.”

“Your home is not my home, agent Dunham.”

“That’s a choice of yours, Mr. Peter Bishop. Do as you want, as always.”

Liv stood up. “Asshole” she whispered, getting close Olivia.

“I knew that Liv. He isn’t going to reveal anything more than his rage. Just take him home.”

Then she stood still for a moment, she looked back at Peter.

“Oh Peter” she said serious “There’s someone out who’d like to meet you. Just you and him, if you want.”

“I know Henry is here. Why did you bring him here with you?”

“Helen, the baysitter you know, had to go earlier today. Olivia called me and…well he’s here. You’re not obliged to see him if you don’t want to. So?”

“Sure! I want to see him. It’ll be the only good thing in all this madness ”

“Then go. You’re a free man.”

Peter smiled and ran toward his son. “Hey, kiddo, look who’s here now.”

This is co-written by @peterkbishop @OliveBlodunham and @valentinosala

(Here we are, still gathered at the Bridge.The last insult of the Baldies………A flash of a spotlight or so………A bell distantly tolls……….I’m scared.Goddamn scared.Fucking scared.I’m almost shitting my pants, and this is an usual behaviour for me…….I have to restore my icy mask…. I DONT give up, I…. I CANT!Come on Walter, come on! You’re not a coward!Come on, it’s only a shadow! A SHADOW IN THE WALL!A shadow CANT hurt you!Come on Walter, breath, just take a deep breath and teach a lesson to that scoundrel!Use your nuts and kickass him, you’re capable of!)"Oh, it’s an honour for us to see you! I’ve been waiting for you from a very long, long time: so here you are! Are you ok? Could I offer you a cup of tea? Tired for the long travel? Please, have a sit, and dont be so shy!"(Good Walter, good, kick his ass, filthy bastard!)"I’m quite sure you are the man under the curtains, I’m quite sure you’ve been under our trouble all the time. You watched us…. studied us….. betrayed us, many and many times that I can barely remind…..You werent, or so I thought, and yet, you were here all the time………"(Fuck Walter, you’re great! Carry on….. Peter and Walter are looking at you like an hero….. yes I know you feel high…. you feel fine now, you’re here to prevent a war, Dont allow him kidding you! Go on, Walter, go on, YOU’RE GREAT!)"Oh by the way, what the hell I can call you? Dr. Paris? Or….. Davros…. maybe? Well, I must admit, I’d prefer to use your real name: BIGMOTHERFUCKER! Come on, talk, I’m so curious to listen to your bullshit!(Amazing Walter, you’re Rock! You’re Rock! Rock! ROCK!!!)Silence, a scary silence all around the room.Walter is in trance: like he abused of Black Blotter, and maybe he did………Both agent Dunham are really scared: they are almost hugging each others…. maybe they’ll do………Col.Broyles, fuck yeah, now I recognize you: glacial, with your ebony eyes, go on, partner, I need your support!Peter, my son, is staring at him like a snake looks to a little mouse: steady, absolutely steady, but ready to catch in a while…..(Be quiet Peter, look to the ant!)"Ah ah! Congratulations, Walter, good job, you’re very witty! Got admit, you’re very wise guy. Maybe I could offer you a job, in my brand new world. Wanna a new job?"(A little while in his words)"You’re no more the man that I knew, driven by hybris. You’re actually worst, stupid old man!"(Quiet Walter, quiet….. he’s only pushing you……quiet…..)"Yes Walter, now you are only an old man. Filled with regrets. Waiting to die alone."(He turns is head to Walter of the other side)"But I’ve come back to remind you something….. something you once knew……that this world isn’t real. To convince you to honor the arrangement!"(Walter and the “shadow” are now speaking simultaneously)"To take a leap of faith. Yes. Come back, and we’ll be young men togheter again. Come back to me, come back to me!"(Walter gets up and starts to walk…….)"I’ve been waiting for someone to come for me… Someone from a half remembered dream…"(Walter is close to the “Shadow”, and closer… .and closer….. Peter is looking Walter, but unable to say nothing: I take a look to Broyles, agent Dunham, our Olivia… NO NO NO!…. The others are paralyzed… I’m alone, alone in the Dark: what the fuck is happening here? It’s… it’s like I have no mouth and I must scream…….Shit, mr. Secretary! SHIT SHIT SHIT! The “shadow” is smiling……. oh my god….. I know you’re scared, but you cant allow this! Come on Walter! Come on! BREATH! BREATH!And then I closed my eyes…… like in a dream I saw Peter and Liv, on the grass…. and a young little lady……This is a dream? My dream? Or is the “Shadow” doing that? Walter fuck, get up! You’re loosing!)"SHUT UP! SHUTTHEFUCKUP!"(It’s like a bang! It’s like we all wake up from a nightmare: and Walter is fucking scared…… he was very closed to be…. to be swallowed from the dark, I guess…… you stinky pinky, I’ve fucked you, isnt it? Great job Walter, go on kicking his ass!)"I know who you are: you’re the Master of Puppets. But all this time, you joked us, trying to convince you’re only a puppet. You convinced in some way Peter to create a Bridge. It was your goal, isnt it? Everything has taken place as you intended. But I dont give up. No. I WILL NOT! You dont scare me. You are…….."Silence……. its like another mother bears me……. I’m goddamn scared but in some way I feel free…….."Yes Walter, I AM." (a fucking creepy laugh from him)"Really clever mr. Secretary. You’re smart. VERY smart, old man. Say my name: say the name of your GOD! Just Heil the King!ALL HEIL THE KING!”(The gates of hell are open…….I’m gasping…….. but I have to do this ……. I have to say……Ok you dirty bastard, lets play your game, but in my house we play with my rules!)Silence.Black clouds outside the windows.The wind blows, and a thunder breaks the silence.(Ok, Walter, its time. Dont be scared: think about Syd Barret’s song, your favourite: “the land in silence stands…….”)"You are William Bell. WILLIAM BELL! William-FUCKING-Bell. And I DO NOT TRUST YOU!"He watches me, smiling, and after he look to Peter"Hello young Peter!" And now he’s watching Walter of the other side: "Hello old friend, never thought I’d see you again……."

(Here we are, still gathered at the Bridge.
The last insult of the Baldies………
A flash of a spotlight or so………
A bell distantly tolls……….
I’m scared.
Goddamn scared.
Fucking scared.
I’m almost shitting my pants, and this is an usual behaviour for me…….
I have to restore my icy mask…. I DONT give up, I…. I CANT!
Come on Walter, come on! You’re not a coward!
Come on, it’s only a shadow! A SHADOW IN THE WALL!
A shadow CANT hurt you!
Come on Walter, breath, just take a deep breath and teach a lesson to that scoundrel!
Use your nuts and kickass him, you’re capable of!)

"Oh, it’s an honour for us to see you! I’ve been waiting for you from a very long, long time: so here you are! Are you ok? Could I offer you a cup of tea? Tired for the long travel? Please, have a sit, and dont be so shy!"
(Good Walter, good, kick his ass, filthy bastard!)
"I’m quite sure you are the man under the curtains, I’m quite sure you’ve been under our trouble all the time. You watched us…. studied us….. betrayed us, many and many times that I can barely remind…..You werent, or so I thought, and yet, you were here all the time………"
(Fuck Walter, you’re great! Carry on….. Peter and Walter are looking at you like an hero….. yes I know you feel high…. you feel fine now, you’re here to prevent a war, Dont allow him kidding you! Go on, Walter, go on, YOU’RE GREAT!)
"Oh by the way, what the hell I can call you? Dr. Paris? Or….. Davros…. maybe? Well, I must admit, I’d prefer to use your real name: BIGMOTHERFUCKER! Come on, talk, I’m so curious to listen to your bullshit!
(Amazing Walter, you’re Rock! You’re Rock! Rock! ROCK!!!)

Silence, a scary silence all around the room.
Walter is in trance: like he abused of Black Blotter, and maybe he did………
Both agent Dunham are really scared: they are almost hugging each others…. maybe they’ll do………
Col.Broyles, fuck yeah, now I recognize you: glacial, with your ebony eyes, go on, partner, I need your support!
Peter, my son, is staring at him like a snake looks to a little mouse: steady, absolutely steady, but ready to catch in a while…..(Be quiet Peter, look to the ant!)

"Ah ah! Congratulations, Walter, good job, you’re very witty! Got admit, you’re very wise guy. Maybe I could offer you a job, in my brand new world. Wanna a new job?"
(A little while in his words)
"You’re no more the man that I knew, driven by hybris. You’re actually worst, stupid old man!"
(Quiet Walter, quiet….. he’s only pushing you……quiet…..)
"Yes Walter, now you are only an old man. Filled with regrets. Waiting to die alone."
(He turns is head to Walter of the other side)
"But I’ve come back to remind you something….. something you once knew……that this world isn’t real. To convince you to honor the arrangement!"
(Walter and the “shadow” are now speaking simultaneously)
"To take a leap of faith. Yes. Come back, and we’ll be young men togheter again. Come back to me, come back to me!"
(Walter gets up and starts to walk…….)
"I’ve been waiting for someone to come for me… Someone from a half remembered dream…"
(Walter is close to the “Shadow”, and closer… .and closer….. Peter is looking Walter, but unable to say nothing: I take a look to Broyles, agent Dunham, our Olivia… NO NO NO!…. The others are paralyzed… I’m alone, alone in the Dark: what the fuck is happening here? It’s… it’s like I have no mouth and I must scream…….
Shit, mr. Secretary! SHIT SHIT SHIT! The “shadow” is smiling……. oh my god….. I know you’re scared, but you cant allow this! Come on Walter! Come on! BREATH! BREATH!
And then I closed my eyes…… like in a dream I saw Peter and Liv, on the grass…. and a young little lady……This is a dream? My dream? Or is the “Shadow” doing that? Walter fuck, get up! You’re loosing!)
"SHUT UP! SHUTTHEFUCKUP!"
(It’s like a bang! It’s like we all wake up from a nightmare: and Walter is fucking scared…… he was very closed to be…. to be swallowed from the dark, I guess…… you stinky pinky, I’ve fucked you, isnt it? Great job Walter, go on kicking his ass!)
"I know who you are: you’re the Master of Puppets. But all this time, you joked us, trying to convince you’re only a puppet. You convinced in some way Peter to create a Bridge. It was your goal, isnt it? Everything has taken place as you intended. But I dont give up. No. I WILL NOT! You dont scare me. You are…….."
Silence……. its like another mother bears me……. I’m goddamn scared but in some way I feel free……..
"Yes Walter, I AM." (a fucking creepy laugh from him)
"Really clever mr. Secretary. You’re smart. VERY smart, old man. Say my name: say the name of your GOD! Just Heil the King!
ALL HEIL THE KING!”
(The gates of hell are open…….I’m gasping…….. but I have to do this ……. I have to say……
Ok you dirty bastard, lets play your game, but in my house we play with my rules!)
Silence.
Black clouds outside the windows.
The wind blows, and a thunder breaks the silence.
(Ok, Walter, its time. Dont be scared: think about Syd Barret’s song, your favourite: “the land in silence stands…….”)

"You are William Bell. WILLIAM BELL! William-FUCKING-Bell. And I DO NOT TRUST YOU!"
He watches me, smiling, and after he look to Peter
"Hello young Peter!" And now he’s watching Walter of the other side: "Hello old friend, never thought I’d see you again……."

The Bridge - 3.02pmHere we are, gathered at the Bridge, where we started to fix the damages of our world.It’s a crucial moment, the one of the hard decisions, and I’m a bit nervous. We are all nervous. Agent Broyles is biting his nails, an unusual behaviour for him, Peter, I’m sure is here in the flesh but his mind is elsewhere. My alter is uncomfortable (as he’s trying not to fart!)….. Both agent Dunham are looking each other like lions ready to hunt, like rattlesnakes: steady, just before catching its prey….. I cant stop looking Peter, my son. Our son, of me and the other Walter indeed; of course I’m his real father, but Peter has spent his life with the other version of me since 1985. Definitely, I still blame Walter for kidnapping our son, but I saw the shine on his eyes, I can “hear” the love he feels for Peter, true love, and I do know Peter too loves Walter. “The boy is important, he has to live”, as September told to Walter, we spoke about it. Peter was able to find another way, with the creation of the Bridge, instead of destroying one side. But now, I’m quite sure that was exactly what Observers were pursuiting, I guess mr. Gemini was setting in motion events while distracted me to find the cure, and from that day, everything has taken place as the Baldies intended……..I feel weak, impotent, I would cry, I’d rather get drunk without thinking, and yet both Fringe Division are waiting for my words, like I were Jesus Christl…..But I AM NOT, I’m just a sinner, asking to be saved, but people behold me like I’m the saviour……Ok Walter, take a breath, take a deep breath right now!"Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming here" I start, and a religious silence surrounds the room."You know, since the creation of the Bridge, our world started to heal, soft spots are stabylizing, and so far, there’s no need to amber anymore. I’m very grateful, we are very grateful to Peter, clever and wise enough to save both worlds instead of destroy one. I was blind, and driven only by hybris, and I was chasing only my stupid revenge. Confucius said: "A person who embarks on a path of revenge should first dig two graves". And I was that people. But, Peter, you showed us there’s always another way. You showed how is possible to cooperate and not to fight."A little while on my words…. I feel my throath so dry, I need a glass of water……"But now, my friends of both side, there’s an incumbent filthy menace on us, on your side, most specificly" I say, watching Peter"Whoa, Secretary Bishop, so do you think time slips I recently experienced are in connection with that menace?" asks me agent Dunham over there." Yes, agent Dunham, I’m quite sure there’s a connection: you’ve filled up with Cortexiphan several years ago, when ou were only a child, thanks to dr. Bell and your dr. Bishop; I’m not blaming them, but I think is a side effects of the residual Cortexiphan still in your blood. You’ve always been empathic, and this ability gives you a sort of lateral sight, like you could experience glimpses of events not happened yet"."But, in other words, what is this threath? What is gonna to take place?" Col. Broyles asks visibly scared."In our side, we call him mr. Gemini, and you know as September (showing a picture of the Bald man with Fedora hat), one of the twelve you call Observers. They have the ability to travel back through time, but outside of it." Silence, a goddamn scary silence."At the beginning, they just watched, without getting involved, they used to appear in key moments of history. My Peter yet was ill in 1985, and I was very close to find a cure for him, but Gemini, or September distracted me, as your Walter can tell. I didnt understand why he distracted me, but now, probably I do. He was trying to prevent a war between universes, they knew Peter was able to create the Bridge, it was their original goal, I guess. They wanted a heal world to invade. But I dont really understand why.For far as I know, they came from a remote future, a miserably future. Air, water, poisoned; a world falling apart…..like the soft spots but very worst, indeed.”"Who the hell are they?" asks Peter. For the first time during the meeting, it seems he’s here not elsewhere….."The right question is NOT who they are but WHY. I mean, so far as we know, Septemb………."(And suddendly, my breath stops: I can barely gasp……. I’m sweating, and my hands are shaking, and the other presents too are trembling, scared, frightened, confused: I cant find the words……… is like….. like to see throughout infinites universes and endless time……alpha and omega….. ying and yang….I see, I can see him but I cant believe it…….. an echo of a bell……….no, it cant be, its not possible…. Am I crazy?Oh my God, this must be the origin story……. the Master of Puppets…. I always thought on you filthy bastard……I was searching…… and now here we are….. Guess you have answers, I’m sure you are the one of the future called Davros, it’s time to understand who you really are……)

The Bridge - 3.02pm
Here we are, gathered at the Bridge, where we started to fix the damages of our world.
It’s a crucial moment, the one of the hard decisions, and I’m a bit nervous. We are all nervous. Agent Broyles is biting his nails, an unusual behaviour for him, Peter, I’m sure is here in the flesh but his mind is elsewhere. My alter is uncomfortable (as he’s trying not to fart!)….. Both agent Dunham are looking each other like lions ready to hunt, like rattlesnakes: steady, just before catching its prey….. I cant stop looking Peter, my son. Our son, of me and the other Walter indeed; of course I’m his real father, but Peter has spent his life with the other version of me since 1985. Definitely, I still blame Walter for kidnapping our son, but I saw the shine on his eyes, I can “hear” the love he feels for Peter, true love, and I do know Peter too loves Walter. “The boy is important, he has to live”, as September told to Walter, we spoke about it. Peter was able to find another way, with the creation of the Bridge, instead of destroying one side. But now, I’m quite sure that was exactly what Observers were pursuiting, I guess mr. Gemini was setting in motion events while distracted me to find the cure, and from that day, everything has taken place as the Baldies intended……..
I feel weak, impotent, I would cry, I’d rather get drunk without thinking, and yet both Fringe Division are waiting for my words, like I were Jesus Christl…..
But I AM NOT, I’m just a sinner, asking to be saved, but people behold me like I’m the saviour……
Ok Walter, take a breath, take a deep breath right now!
"Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming here" I start, and a religious silence surrounds the room.
"You know, since the creation of the Bridge, our world started to heal, soft spots are stabylizing, and so far, there’s no need to amber anymore. I’m very grateful, we are very grateful to Peter, clever and wise enough to save both worlds instead of destroy one. I was blind, and driven only by hybris, and I was chasing only my stupid revenge. Confucius said: "A person who embarks on a path of revenge should first dig two graves". And I was that people. But, Peter, you showed us there’s always another way. You showed how is possible to cooperate and not to fight."
A little while on my words…. I feel my throath so dry, I need a glass of water……
"But now, my friends of both side, there’s an incumbent filthy menace on us, on your side, most specificly" I say, watching Peter
"Whoa, Secretary Bishop, so do you think time slips I recently experienced are in connection with that menace?" asks me agent Dunham over there.
" Yes, agent Dunham, I’m quite sure there’s a connection: you’ve filled up with Cortexiphan several years ago, when ou were only a child, thanks to dr. Bell and your dr. Bishop; I’m not blaming them, but I think is a side effects of the residual Cortexiphan still in your blood. You’ve always been empathic, and this ability gives you a sort of lateral sight, like you could experience glimpses of events not happened yet".
"But, in other words, what is this threath? What is gonna to take place?" Col. Broyles asks visibly scared.
"In our side, we call him mr. Gemini, and you know as September (showing a picture of the Bald man with Fedora hat), one of the twelve you call Observers. They have the ability to travel back through time, but outside of it." Silence, a goddamn scary silence.
"At the beginning, they just watched, without getting involved, they used to appear in key moments of history. My Peter yet was ill in 1985, and I was very close to find a cure for him, but Gemini, or September distracted me, as your Walter can tell. I didnt understand why he distracted me, but now, probably I do. He was trying to prevent a war between universes, they knew Peter was able to create the Bridge, it was their original goal, I guess. They wanted a heal world to invade. But I dont really understand why.
For far as I know, they came from a remote future, a miserably future. Air, water, poisoned; a world falling apart…..like the soft spots but very worst, indeed.”
"Who the hell are they?" asks Peter. For the first time during the meeting, it seems he’s here not elsewhere…..
"The right question is NOT who they are but WHY. I mean, so far as we know, Septemb………."
(And suddendly, my breath stops: I can barely gasp……. I’m sweating, and my hands are shaking, and the other presents too are trembling, scared, frightened, confused: I cant find the words……… is like….. like to see throughout infinites universes and endless time……alpha and omega….. ying and yang….I see, I can see him but I cant believe it…….. an echo of a bell……….no, it cant be, its not possible…. Am I crazy?
Oh my God, this must be the origin story……. the Master of Puppets…. I always thought on you filthy bastard……I was searching…… and now here we are….. Guess you have answers, I’m sure you are the one of the future called Davros, it’s time to understand who you really are……)

I wasn’t polite. Shit, I wasn’t. But when I saw the two of them and so close together I lost my mind. Imagine you see your son’s father with another woman, same as you, perfectly just alike. I have to fix that and how? Smiling at her with a fake smile she obviously get the sense? Speaking words of tenderness? Touching her shoulder while close to her? I did a mess and that’s not nice of me. Well, really I wanted to do so before; then realizing, after the bloody mess was done, that probably it wasn’t such a good beginning. Really I can’t stand her, I can’t. It’s not my guilt or whatever you can say.I can’t think what she can feel meeting me, doubtless my deceit had rose some bad feeling in her, presumably the longing to kill me or, if not exactly to kill, to hit me so hard to get satisfaction, I could have had this sort of wish too…so I understand what’s the matter when the wo of us meet, worst if Peter is there. And I think I will speak to her, as soon as possible as she asked. 

I wasn’t polite. Shit, I wasn’t. But when I saw the two of them and so close together I lost my mind. Imagine you see your son’s father with another woman, same as you, perfectly just alike. I have to fix that and how? Smiling at her with a fake smile she obviously get the sense? Speaking words of tenderness? Touching her shoulder while close to her? 
I did a mess and that’s not nice of me. Well, really I wanted to do so before; then realizing, after the bloody mess was done, that probably it wasn’t such a good beginning. 
Really I can’t stand her, I can’t. It’s not my guilt or whatever you can say.
I can’t think what she can feel meeting me, doubtless my deceit had rose some bad feeling in her, presumably the longing to kill me or, if not exactly to kill, to hit me so hard to get satisfaction, I could have had this sort of wish too…so I understand what’s the matter when the wo of us meet, worst if Peter is there. And I think I will speak to her, as soon as possible as she asked. 

Olivia’s place - 2.22pm"Go there and don’t be stupid." Olivia was telling herself in front of the mirrr in her bedroom. Yes she was told a crossed universe meeting was at the Brigde in one hour. "Shit" said the women while gettin’ appropriately dressed. Her outfit was a mess, it was really terrible…something disgusting to her own eyes.Nevermind she tried to think, but she wore another pair of trousers and a different blouse and a different jacket too, in the end.The Bridge - 3.02pmShe was early, probably because she wanted to mark the territory, even if it was no-one’s. The thin edge between two universes going to be lost in a inesplicable end. She sat down at the desk, white surface, glare, light reflecting, a stupid common and ugly appearance desk, with smooth chromed legs, it was pretty clear that the palin part wasn’t wood, it was about 2 inches height and about 19,7 depht and  31.5 lenght. A common stupi desk Olivia was thinking about for about 20 minutes before the encounter.All of a sudden the door opened, Olivia, the other one and Peter came in. She istinctively took a look at them both, as you can look a single individual, yes that was the impression Olivia had as they were one persone and this thing make her feel spiders moving into her stomach, creeping her gullet and causing a sort of queasiness disgust. She looked away, then pretended to study some paper files she brought there, some pics too."Dunham, we need to talk as soon as possible, please," said the other like her.Olivia rose her eyes from the documents on the ordinary desk and tried to focus on her own reply she didn’t want to be a complete asshole, but she only tried."To talk? The two of us? Are you going to ask for a truce?" Then she smiled."Not in the kidding mood? Oh, I am so sorry…let’s come to our job so."She indicated two chairs in front of her.

Olivia’s place - 2.22pm

"Go there and don’t be stupid." Olivia was telling herself in front of the mirrr in her bedroom. Yes she was told a crossed universe meeting was at the Brigde in one hour. "Shit" said the women while gettin’ appropriately dressed. Her outfit was a mess, it was really terrible…something disgusting to her own eyes.
Nevermind she tried to think, but she wore another pair of trousers and a different blouse and a different jacket too, in the end.


The Bridge - 3.02pm

She was early, probably because she wanted to mark the territory, even if it was no-one’s. The thin edge between two universes going to be lost in a inesplicable end. She sat down at the desk, white surface, glare, light reflecting, a stupid common and ugly appearance desk, with smooth chromed legs, it was pretty clear that the palin part wasn’t wood, it was about 2 inches height and about 19,7 depht and  31.5 lenght. A common stupi desk Olivia was thinking about for about 20 minutes before the encounter.
All of a sudden the door opened, Olivia, the other one and Peter came in. She istinctively took a look at them both, as you can look a single individual, yes that was the impression Olivia had as they were one persone and this thing make her feel spiders moving into her stomach, creeping her gullet and causing a sort of queasiness disgust. She looked away, then pretended to study some paper files she brought there, some pics too.
"Dunham, we need to talk as soon as possible, please," said the other like her.
Olivia rose her eyes from the documents on the ordinary desk and tried to focus on her own reply she didn’t want to be a complete asshole, but she only tried.
"To talk? The two of us? Are you going to ask for a truce?" Then she smiled.
"Not in the kidding mood? Oh, I am so sorry…let’s come to our job so."
She indicated two chairs in front of her.

Fringe Division, 7 pmI’m still in my office, sun is setting down and darkness is coming, not only in metaphorical sense.Agent Dunham has just leaved the office, and definitely, she doesnt trust me at all.I cant blame her, I really cant, for what I did, for every times I lied all everybody. I know I was wrong, driven only by revenge, by hybris….. but now it’s different….. it’s time to gather both Fringe division, to brief all, to be ready to face off the enemy.My side is more tech than the other, so my primary task is give all the help I can: I owe to peter, to our agent Dunham, to other Olivia. Maybe I could mend all my sins……..And while I’m having a little drop of whisky, suddendly appears in front of me a man that we all know: bald, wearing a dark suit 50’s style, and a fedora hat. In the other side, they call him September, the Observer, but I call him mr. Gemini.He’s staring at me with a sort of an empty smile, the head tilted to the left, cold like a razor blade."Guess you’re not here for a drink, arent you?""No, dr. Bishop, I am not!" he mechanically replies, "we need to speak, right now"."You’re right, we have may questions to explain; start telling me about the cylinder: do you left me intenctionally? For what purpouse? Why me?""Dr. Bishop, do you think I have done it on purpouse? Why?""Shut the fuck up and stop kidding me!" I yell to him, very upset, hitting my desk very hard. What the hell, I’m loosing control! He still stares at me, but this time is gasping. He seems to not feel any emotion, but now it appears to be quiet scared."Dont push me, mr. Gemini, September or what the hell is your real name! I know sometimes of terrible is about to take place. I know your filthy descendants are going to invade our side, and I’ll not waste time listening your stupid tomfoolery! And by the way, I dont now if I can trust you!"Silence….. he’s still gasping; he takes a deep breath, while is taking off his fedora hat."Doctor Bishop, please, listen to me very carefully. I travel back in time to alert you, because I’m not like the filthy part of my people. I saw what they did in the future, and I saw what are they capable of. And I do not agree. I’m watching you, and the other Walter, and Peter since a very long time. For reasons I cannot explain, the boy is important." Now he’s again icy."I…. I dont understand, if Peter is important, why you distracted me in 1985? I was so close to find the cure for my son….. You did it intenctionally? After that, the other Walter kidnapped my son, have you any idea how much pain you caused to me and Elizabeth?""You’ve been patient over all these years, and patience is the one skill needed above all other. Just like chess!""Chess? Really?""Shhh, Walter, look at me: the art of the game is taking advantage in the aftermath of the opponent’s small victories. And the pivotal piece still in play is the "Bishop": take care of him!""What the hell are you talking about? I dont understand, there’s a war incoming, and we speak of chess, and other bullshit? If is a joke, really, it’s not funny! You know the future, TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO; FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!"" Things are more complicated, Walter, various futures are happening simultaneously, I can tell all of them, but I do not know which one of them will take to pass.""Funny, feel like I’ve heard it before!""Yes, it’s a conversation I had with the other Walter, and you’re both entangled, you’re very similar, even if you dont think so.""Well, so it’s a useless information?""Yes, and no. Uh, listen: I cannot tell you the true path. First of all, I really dont know. And indeed, I’m not supposed to get involved. I can only show you possible paths, but it’s your choice: find the crack!""I have it enough, you’re kidding me……""Find the crack, Walter, just do it".I suddendly open my eyes. I’m sweat, and I’m trembling.What the hell is happened? I’m in my bed, with Elizabeth besides me, and is 4 am. I have a terrible headache, and I feel dazaed and confused…. was only a dream?By the way, there’s no more time to waste……I have to speak to both the division.I’m scared.I really dont know what I have to do, but they have to know.No more lies.No more secrets.It’s time to start to fix.And I barely hear, in a distance, a bell tolls…..

Fringe Division, 7 pm
I’m still in my office, sun is setting down and darkness is coming, not only in metaphorical sense.
Agent Dunham has just leaved the office, and definitely, she doesnt trust me at all.
I cant blame her, I really cant, for what I did, for every times I lied all everybody. I know I was wrong, driven only by revenge, by hybris….. but now it’s different….. it’s time to gather both Fringe division, to brief all, to be ready to face off the enemy.
My side is more tech than the other, so my primary task is give all the help I can: I owe to peter, to our agent Dunham, to other Olivia. Maybe I could mend all my sins……..
And while I’m having a little drop of whisky, suddendly appears in front of me a man that we all know: bald, wearing a dark suit 50’s style, and a fedora hat. In the other side, they call him September, the Observer, but I call him mr. Gemini.
He’s staring at me with a sort of an empty smile, the head tilted to the left, cold like a razor blade.
"Guess you’re not here for a drink, arent you?"
"No, dr. Bishop, I am not!" he mechanically replies, "we need to speak, right now".
"You’re right, we have may questions to explain; start telling me about the cylinder: do you left me intenctionally? For what purpouse? Why me?"
"Dr. Bishop, do you think I have done it on purpouse? Why?"
"Shut the fuck up and stop kidding me!" I yell to him, very upset, hitting my desk very hard. What the hell, I’m loosing control! He still stares at me, but this time is gasping. He seems to not feel any emotion, but now it appears to be quiet scared.
"Dont push me, mr. Gemini, September or what the hell is your real name! I know sometimes of terrible is about to take place. I know your filthy descendants are going to invade our side, and I’ll not waste time listening your stupid tomfoolery! And by the way, I dont now if I can trust you!"
Silence….. he’s still gasping; he takes a deep breath, while is taking off his fedora hat.
"Doctor Bishop, please, listen to me very carefully. I travel back in time to alert you, because I’m not like the filthy part of my people. I saw what they did in the future, and I saw what are they capable of. And I do not agree. I’m watching you, and the other Walter, and Peter since a very long time. For reasons I cannot explain, the boy is important." Now he’s again icy.
"I…. I dont understand, if Peter is important, why you distracted me in 1985? I was so close to find the cure for my son….. You did it intenctionally? After that, the other Walter kidnapped my son, have you any idea how much pain you caused to me and Elizabeth?"
"You’ve been patient over all these years, and patience is the one skill needed above all other. Just like chess!"
"Chess? Really?"
"Shhh, Walter, look at me: the art of the game is taking advantage in the aftermath of the opponent’s small victories. And the pivotal piece still in play is the "Bishop": take care of him!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I dont understand, there’s a war incoming, and we speak of chess, and other bullshit? If is a joke, really, it’s not funny! You know the future, TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO; FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!"
" Things are more complicated, Walter, various futures are happening simultaneously, I can tell all of them, but I do not know which one of them will take to pass."
"Funny, feel like I’ve heard it before!"
"Yes, it’s a conversation I had with the other Walter, and you’re both entangled, you’re very similar, even if you dont think so."
"Well, so it’s a useless information?"
"Yes, and no. Uh, listen: I cannot tell you the true path. First of all, I really dont know. And indeed, I’m not supposed to get involved. I can only show you possible paths, but it’s your choice: find the crack!"
"I have it enough, you’re kidding me……"
"Find the crack, Walter, just do it".
I suddendly open my eyes. I’m sweat, and I’m trembling.
What the hell is happened? I’m in my bed, with Elizabeth besides me, and is 4 am. I have a terrible headache, and I feel dazaed and confused…. was only a dream?
By the way, there’s no more time to waste……
I have to speak to both the division.
I’m scared.
I really dont know what I have to do, but they have to know.
No more lies.
No more secrets.
It’s time to start to fix.
And I barely hear, in a distance, a bell tolls…..

The Secretary is there…asking questions about my appearance.Olivia takes time to breath and recollect events."You know I’m always very happy to meet you, Sir. This is the real reason you get there’s something serious happened looking at me, don’t you?" Olivia grins.Then she puts a forced smile on her lips."Yes there’s something very serious, Sir. I was personally involved in two of those strange events that are happening. Probably three, but only one of them was important, I think."Liv pokes at the reddish-golden half dollar coin and then tosses it at the Secretary."Take it and tell me…how strange and serious this is, please."

The Secretary is there…asking questions about my appearance.
Olivia takes time to breath and recollect events.
"You know I’m always very happy to meet you, Sir. This is the real reason you get there’s something serious happened looking at me, don’t you?" Olivia grins.Then she puts a forced smile on her lips.
"Yes there’s something very serious, Sir. I was personally involved in two of those strange events that are happening. Probably three, but only one of them was important, I think."
Liv pokes at the reddish-golden half dollar coin and then tosses it at the Secretary.
"Take it and tell me…how strange and serious this is, please."

Things started to get worse from couple of weeks.After the creating of the bridge, our side started to heal: no more wortex, no more people frozen in time, stuck in the amber.That was such a beautiful feelings…….my Elizabeth finally happy with Henry.But, unfortunately, that quiet, that feeling is already gone.Strange events are happening here, in Manhatan, in North Africa, also in Europe, also in the other side…..People report of a strange sort of temporal event, beginning wih strange static electricity in the air, and when ends, the streets are…..are like scorched and burned….like an event with a tremendous amount of energy….Holy shit…….Guess I know what is taking place……I always need to find William Bell….. I remember a discussion with him……we’re both kidding, and lieing ‘bout our identities…….for me, he was dr. Simon Paris, and for him, I was…..doesnt care…. I dont rembeber….. it was long, long time ago……. but I remember we were talking ‘bout wormholes, how to open a sort of shipping lane from the future….. You, son of a bitch….. where are you, William Bell?For far as I know, for some time he resided in our Universe, forced to stay, ‘cause if he were crossed over again, his atoms would split apart and no trace of him would remain in ether universe. It was believed that he died in 2005 in late December either from a car accident, or cancer, but I think he may still be alive in an Alternate Timeline.You know, thanks to the cylinder, time can be flattened, so past, present and future are simultaneously……..why me…..why precisely me, if I cant find neither Bell nor a solution?I cant figure out how to solve this shit…….I have to warn Peter, and agent Dunham, and the others…..If I cant find Bell, its crucial to find mr Gemini, but how?God have mercy on us!And just while I think about this mess, our agent Dunham steps into my office very concerned and in his eyes I can feel she doesnt still trust me; in fact I cannot blame her: I also hurt her, using her as a pawn in my stupid power play."Agent Dunham, something very relevant must have happened, judging by your expression and I don’t think it relates to my nephew Henry. Please, have a sit, and dont be so shy, just tell me"

Things started to get worse from couple of weeks.
After the creating of the bridge, our side started to heal: no more wortex, no more people frozen in time, stuck in the amber.
That was such a beautiful feelings…….my Elizabeth finally happy with Henry.
But, unfortunately, that quiet, that feeling is already gone.
Strange events are happening here, in Manhatan, in North Africa, also in Europe, also in the other side…..
People report of a strange sort of temporal event, beginning wih strange static electricity in the air, and when ends, the streets are…..are like scorched and burned….like an event with a tremendous amount of energy….Holy shit…….Guess I know what is taking place……I always need to find William Bell….. I remember a discussion with him……we’re both kidding, and lieing ‘bout our identities…….for me, he was dr. Simon Paris, and for him, I was…..doesnt care…. I dont rembeber….. it was long, long time ago……. but I remember we were talking ‘bout wormholes, how to open a sort of shipping lane from the future….. You, son of a bitch….. where are you, William Bell?
For far as I know, for some time he resided in our Universe, forced to stay, ‘cause if he were crossed over again, his atoms would split apart and no trace of him would remain in ether universe. It was believed that he died in 2005 in late December either from a car accident, or cancer, but I think he may still be alive in an Alternate Timeline.
You know, thanks to the cylinder, time can be flattened, so past, present and future are simultaneously……..why me…..why precisely me, if I cant find neither Bell nor a solution?
I cant figure out how to solve this shit…….
I have to warn Peter, and agent Dunham, and the others…..
If I cant find Bell, its crucial to find mr Gemini, but how?
God have mercy on us!
And just while I think about this mess, our agent Dunham steps into my office very concerned and in his eyes I can feel she doesnt still trust me; in fact I cannot blame her: I also hurt her, using her as a pawn in my stupid power play.
"Agent Dunham, something very relevant must have happened, judging by your expression and I don’t think it relates to my nephew Henry. Please, have a sit, and dont be so shy, just tell me"

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