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Musings of an Overactive Mind: A Fringe PO² Fic: Toxic Temptations »

gigi2690:

Dedicated to subject13fringe who convinced me to write it :)

It was dark. Their torches did little to illuminate the tunnel they’d followed their suspect into. The man was responsible for infecting over 100 people with some unknown toxin. They hadn’t been able to defend against the attacks, as…

GOD EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND GO READ. ASFDJKLHFSGDSAKLHFSAHJKHFDASG

OMFG this is the best thing ever, Gigi you will kill me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t live without PO² anymore.

You deserve all the cookies in the world and a feet massage. I should be mad at you because you’re torturing us ending that 1st chapter like that, but all I do is to love you more because you’re building it up and I’ll wait for more, please moarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

gigi2690:

finlyandka replied to your post: are u gonna continue the pirate AU story ? it’s a great story :D

And what about the Os with the luckiest man in the worlds? *puppy eyes* (I’m annoying you again, yes, I know

I’m working on it. How about I give you the intro?

It was dark. Their torches did little to illuminate the tunnel they’d followed their suspect into. The man was responsible for infecting over 100 people with some unknown toxin. They hadn’t been able to defend against the attacks, as the toxin in every attack was slightly altered. Something that had frustrated Walter greatly. He fell into himself a little more with each attack. It reminded Peter of Walter on the first nights out of Saint Claires. Staring at equations, humming a haunting tune. The ever-evolving toxin also meant that the effects varied. The first attack had caused everyone to scratch at their skin as if there were something crawling under their flesh. The second caused a complete loss of impulse control and a heavy tendency towards violent outbursts. The effects may have differed, but they always proved catastrophic for the ones infected.

The hand on his shoulder caused him to jump. It took a moment for Peter to see Olivia’s eyes in the darkness. She wanted to split up, she hadn’t said it yet, but he knew. He knew like he knew Olivia was taking this case personally. The last attack had killed 4 children. Olivia always had a soft spot for children. Peter wondered if the Other Olivia shared this or if the protective nature was bourne from looking out for the other children in the Cortexiphan trials. Peter sighed and nodded in response to Olivia’s instructions. It was amazing the importance of tone. The way she asked him to split up was said hesitantly, uncertainly, basically, without trust.

Trust, he’d taken it for granted. The suspicious glare Walter gave him every time Peter brought him coffee or sweets; the perplexed look Olivia spared him whenever he acted more than a stranger. At times working with Olivia felt so familiar. In some ways she was so similar. Her insights, the things that made her smile, the way she furrowed her brow, the way she ran her hands through her hair. For brief moments he could delude himself into believing he was home, but then he’d make eye contact, and the unfamiliarity in her gaze would shatter his illusion.

Peter aimed his torch to the right, and jumped as Liv appeared a few feet in front of him. Her eyes appraised him in the dark, her auburn hair glinting against the light of the torch. Recent events had led to a joint effort by both universes. The Olivia Dunham from the other universe had been brought into the fold.

It was strange, looking at her with the familiarity of a lover and the baggage of betrayal while she looked on him as an amusing oddity. She acted like she found his knowledge of them and their world to be like an amusing parlor trick. He knew better. He’d drowned the betrayal in a bottle of whiskey, and he’d replayed every moment, broken down every deception. He could see it on her face now. The way her lip twitched as she joked, she was uncomfortable. His knowledge made her uncomfortable. This was something the two Dunhams had in common.

Liv smiled at his surprise,

“That way pretty boy.” Peter looked to the left and found a third tunnel. The tunnels ran for miles under the city. There wasn’t a better place for their suspect to run. The next few minutes were uneventful. The air was stale, and the torch only allowed him to see a few feet ahead. The air smelled of rust, and grapefruit of all things. He stopped dead in his tracks. No. It couldn’t be. He took off in a run, “Olivia! Liv! We have got to get out of here!”

Olivia appeared in the light moments before Peter crashed into them, sending them both to the ground.

“Peter!” Her voice was loud in his ear. Her body was draped over his in a manner his body new well, and it responded to it. He knew Olivia felt his body tense and ready beneath her, but she did not remark on it, instead she bolted back to her feet,

“Are you mad? Why are you running around screaming!?” Peter’s hands were waving in front of him, he stumbled over his words a moment before he found himself,

“We have got to get out of here now. We’ve been infected.” Olivia’s gaze narrowed as she took in his face under her torch’s glare,

“Are you certain of this?” Peter nodded, his Olivia would not have asked,

“Dead certain.” He winced slightly at his choice of words, but Olivia didn’t comment,

“Go find Liv. I’ve got to make a call. We need to be quarantined.”