Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe; if I did, this surely would have happened on the show :p

Summary: What if Altlivia had managed to cross over at the end of '6:02AM EST'?

A/N: With 20 days left to go until the Season 4 premiere, I felt like I should start another WIP and try to finish it all before it airs (knowing that I go back to school on top of work in 3 days, it's very smart of me). I've actually been wanting to write this story all summer long, but was distracted by another story.

The summary is pretty self explanatory. I really wanted Altlivia to cross over in "6:02AM EST" because I wanted to see an Olivia/Peter/Altlivia confrontation of some sort, I wanted pay off for surviving the baby!plot and all the fandom drama it caused...and it never happened. So I'm going to rewrite the ending of season 3, using what they showed us, but changing quite a few things.

Obviously, this is not my usual 'love/romance/evilness' kind of story, more of an action story, but I'm really excited about it; I put it in the 'Olivia/Peter' category because I will be writing from Peter's and Olivia's POVs as well, and if you have read any of my fics, you know they are my one and only OTP. So don't worry, Altlivia is NOT crossing over to get Peter to fall in love with her, and Peter will not develop romantic feelings for her (hahahaha!)

There will be P/O angst though, obviously (I'm hopeless). But where there is angst, there is romance ;-) Lincoln(alt) will come around too, I might try some Altliv/Lincoln again.

Okay, that was a huge note :D Enjoy!



She was so fucked.

Hadn't she been running for her life right now, Olivia might have taken a moment to reflect on how fitting this was. In the matter of universal wars and universe-crossing, nothing ever seemed to go smoothly for her; that included everything, from trying to protect her ass while on mission, to delivering full term babies after ten weeks of gestation on the floor of a Chinese shop.

Some would say she simply had bad luck. Others would disagree and point out the fact that she had brought back luck upon herself. Something about karma, and how everything you did eventually came back at you like a boomerang.

Or like bullets, at the moment.

As she ducked another flurry of fire, taking a sharp turn into another damp tunnel, she couldn't concentrate much on the hows and whys of what had led her here in the first place, needing to make it out of this universe alive. Her feet were beating the ground just as furiously as her heart was thumping blood against her ears; despite this double echo, the sound of the guards' hurried footsteps and shouts were still too close for comfort.

Somehow managing to speed up, her fingers started to play with the device she had stolen from Brandon a few minutes ago, and she suddenly had to fight the urge to laugh –a very nervous kind of laugh. She had no idea what she was doing, and she wasn't only referring to how she was manipulating a piece of technology that had the power to make her molecules explode or something. She had officially become a traitor, a traitor who was now trying to go back to the 'enemy side' she had willing infiltrated and possibly condemned six months ago.

And apparently, the Secretary hadn't been informed yet, or he surely would have told his squad not to kill the mother of his grandchild.

She hurriedly forced that thought away as she practically dove into another passage, bullets flying way too close to her head. Thinking about her son right now was not helping at all. Wouldn't it be ironic and perfect, though, if she died stupidly in that stinky basement before she could have a chance to redeem herself –if that was what she was trying to do, leaving her child deprived of both his parents before he was even a month old?

But she had to try. She had to try. This madness had to stop before a universe really ended up destroyed, because in all honesty, she wasn't convinced theirs would be the spared one. Knowing what she knew, the opposite side wouldn't go without a fight, and they were more resourceful than the Secretary depicted them to be.

'Monsters in our skin', my ass.

The truth was, she needed Peter Bishop, which surely was the most laughable aspect of it all.

In her hands, the reddening device started to hum and vibrate, warming up incredibly fast, while the guards kept on getting closer and closer. She made a quick turn right.

Dead end.

"Fuck!" she cursed angrily, because being angry was easier and safer than being scared; the burning sensation between her fingers increased, becoming painful now, and she was pretty sure she wasn't imagining the way the air itself seemed to be quivering all around her, along with every cell in her body.

"C'mon," she muttered, starting to feel overwhelmed by the unpleasant tingling sensation she had felt a few months ago in the back of a truck, the vibrating air now refusing to enter her lungs.

For a second there, she almost thought luck might be on her side, for once.

Or maybe not.

Pain erupted in her arm just before another kind of pain started to spread heatedly throughout her entire being, and she knew she had been hit. It made sense.

She was suspended between two sides now, literally and figuratively.

It was only logical for luck to be just as indecisive.


A/N: Interested? Olivia will most definitely be in chapter 1. Both of them actually. Reviews are love!