A/N: This is kind of a very random introduction, and I promise the next chapters'll be funnier. Also, not everything mentioned in the summary is happening immediately, thought I'd let you know that. And this is set sometime during season three, probably before 3x19. WARNING: Very random, pretty insane. I don't own Fringe.

The first thing that Peter noticed when he walked into the Bishop House of Horrors was Astrid crying in a corner.

She sat hugging her knees to her chest, head buried in knees and back against a wall.

Peter walked over to her, his female distress senses tingling.

"What's up?" he asked, crouching next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, eyes looking terrified.

"Peter, I-" she started, then cut herself off and shook her head. "This is gonna sound crazy…"

"I've heard that one before."

"I have wings."

"What?" Peter asked, mouth falling open. "You're joking."

Astrid shook her head again and stood up. She turned her back to Peter to show him, and Peter pretty much had a heart attack.

She had glossy dragonfly-looking wings coming out of her back, and they seemed to be beating by themselves.

"But…you just had your back to the wall…"Peter said, trying to get his brain around this.

"Yeah, they dematerialize when they touch things," Astrid said.

"How long have you had them for?"

"A night, I think."

"And can you fly?" Peter asked.

Astrid shook her head. "But I keep feeling like I have a new purpose, you know? Like I'm not supposed to be an FBI agent anymore."

Peter narrowed his eyes, deeply worried and disturbed by this turn of events.

Then Walter walked into the lab from the bathroom, and on seeing Astrid's wings ran over.

"Astroturf, this is spectacular! Simply fabulous!" Walter said.

"Walter, it's not-" Peter started.

"ASTROTURF!" Astrid yelled, causing both Bishops to back up a few steps.

"I'm sorry, dear, I didn't-" Walter said.

"No, it's fine! Astroturf! Peter, I think that's part of my new purpose!" Astrid said.

"You haven't been mixing LSD with water anymore, have you, Walter?" Peter whispered in his father's ear.

"No, not since last week!" Walter said.

"Alright then. How exactly is it part of your new purpose?" Peter asked Astrid.

"My name. Astroturf is my new name."

Peter closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "Just stop this, okay? It's a really weird joke and it's giving me a headache."

After he said the word stop, he seemed to be struggling with himself. He sucked in air and then started rapping. "Alright stop, collaborate and listen, Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know-"

At that point Astrid (Astroturf?) had found the duct tape and wrapped it around his mouth.

Walter was giggling hysterically in a corner while Astridturf or whatever thought about her new purpose.

Peter was still attempting to do gangster signs, but fortunately no one could hear him rapping.

Olivia chose that moment to walk in.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked, taking in the wings and duct-taped Peter. "Walter, did you…?"

"For once, I had nothing to do with it," Walter said, smiling. "This will be a fascinating day."

A muffled 'Ice Ice baby' came from Peter as Astridturf yelled that her purpose was to become a fairy.

Olivia buried her head in her hands, repeating to herself that stranger things had happened.

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