Peter (Fringe, PG-13)
Title: Peter
Rating: PG-13 (some use of bad words)
Spoilers: End of S3.
Summary: Elizabeth Bishop was not crazy. She wasn't . All she needed to do was find someone who believed her.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimers: I don't own them. But it would be AWESOME if I did XD
Truth be told, when Elizabeth Bishop woke up this morning, she didn’t expect to be locked up on Liberty Island by evening. But it wasn’t her fault. She had done nothing wrong. She had done absolutely nothing wrong. She was just being herself. She was being a mother. A mother to a man that no one seemed to remember but her.
She woke up this morning, for the first time in awhile, to a silent, non moving house. The earthquakes had been bad in the past week, but waking up to a non-moving house was a refreshing thing. Even if it did rain. She had a message on her answering machine when she went into the living room. Sighing, she pressed play, and listened to the machine drone away.
‘Elizabeth, it’s Walter. I need you to come to Liberty Island. Something big has happened. You’re needed as a moderator. It’s the other universe. It’s collided with ours.’
Elizabeth dropped her mug of coffee in shock. The universes…they came together again. That meant that…oh . Oh!
Hurrying to find her sweater and keys, Elizabeth dialed Walter’s number as she got into her car. Switching to Bluetooth as soon as the call went through, she was on her way.
“Walter, what’s this about the universes colliding?” she asked, as calmly as she could whenever she talked to the man.
“Last night. All of a sudden, the machine went crazy…”
“What machine? Not that…oh God Walter you didn’t!” Elizabeth tried to contain her anger , but this was just so…infuriating.
“We’ll talk ethics later Ellie. Listen, the machine went nuts. Turns out, the people in the other universe had turned theirs on as well. Suddenly, around midnight, the universes collided. The dopplegangers from the other universe appeared in the lab. Apparently, Agent Dunham…both Agent Dunhams, believe we need a moderator so that things don’t get out of hand.”
“Is Peter there?” she asked automatically, wondering for just a second who Peter was.
“Whose Peter?” Walter sounded genuinely confused. Whose Peter? Was he trying to be funny?
“Walter, are you trying to be funny?” Elizabeth felt her hands tighten around the wheel of her car.
“Are you Ellie? I don’t know any Peters. Except your cousin, but he’s been dead for ten years so…”
“No! Peter Bishop! Peter. Bishop! Our son!” Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she pulled her car up onto the ferry. Really now, Walter could be ridiculous.
“Ellie, we don’t have any children. You miscarried. Don’t you remember? After it happened, we decided not to risk your health so…”
“No! No you are wrong Walter! We have a son! His name is Peter. He’s an adult now. He’s in his thirties. He has brown hair and…”
“Elizabeth, are you high? We. Don’t. Have. Any. Children.” Walter sounded like he was starting to get annoyed. Well that’s tough shit. Elizabeth was getting annoyed as well. What the hell gave this man the right to act like his own son didn’t exist?
“Christ, of course not Walter. This isn’t the 70’s. Listen, I’m almost to the island now. We’ll discuss this further when I get there.”
Unfortunately, that talk did not go well. After a screaming match between herself and her ex-husband, the guards were called. So many people tried to tell her this lie, this lie that her son didn’t exist. He existed. He did. She knew he did. She was his mother. How could they all do this to her? Was this a prank?
Elizabeth sighed and rested her head in her hands as she scooted closer to the wall. This was ridiculous. This could not be happening. How could they not remember Peter? How? He existed, she knew he did.
He. Fucking. Existed.
She didn’t even flinch when she heard the sound of the door to the cell opening. Elizabeth expected to see her ex-husband standing there, all disapproving and arrogant, but that’s not who she saw. Not exactly.
“Mrs. Bishop?”
“Call me Elizabeth, please.”
“Elizabeth…” Walter Bishop…the other Walter Bishop, in his brown and green cardigan and black slacks and old, cheap shoes, looked so harmless to her. The man who started it all. The man who…
The man who took her son from her.
“Listen, Mr… Dr. Bishop, if you are here to take a shot at telling me I’m crazy, I can assure you my ex-husband and his cronies have already done a smashing job at that. But it isn’t going to work. I know. I know in my heart I am right, and not a single damn person in either universe can tell me otherwise. I have a son. His name is Peter and he’s missing. I am going to find him. I don’t know where to start looking, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try and he comes up one day with the tide, dead. I can’t …I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happens. I don’t care that you all think I am loony because I know what I know. I know what my heart knows, and it’s telling me I have a son. I believe it.” Elizabeth took a gulp of air from her long winded speech , and looked over at the man now sitting next to her. She half expected him to be shocked, to call her crazy and storm out, but he didn’t. He surprised her.
“I believe it too. Your heart that is.” A light flickered inside her and she couldn’t help the smile coming across her face. “I …I don’t know how to explain this but… ever since last night, when the universes collided, there was this shift in my surroundings and…I felt like something…someone , important was gone. I thought I was crazy until you came in with the story about Peter so…” Elizabeth took his hand and squeezed it, smiling even more now.
“We will find him Walter. We’ll find Peter. Even if it takes awhile, we’ll find our son.”
“Your son. He wouldn’t technically be my son, now would he?” Elizabeth felt a flicker of a memory, a story her son had told her about the man before her, and couldn’t help but feel a little sadness.
“No, our son. You could feel he was gone when his own biological father couldn’t. He’s our son. And we will find him no matter what.”
The End.
Rating: PG-13 (some use of bad words)
Spoilers: End of S3.
Summary: Elizabeth Bishop was not crazy. She wasn't . All she needed to do was find someone who believed her.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimers: I don't own them. But it would be AWESOME if I did XD
Truth be told, when Elizabeth Bishop woke up this morning, she didn’t expect to be locked up on Liberty Island by evening. But it wasn’t her fault. She had done nothing wrong. She had done absolutely nothing wrong. She was just being herself. She was being a mother. A mother to a man that no one seemed to remember but her.
She woke up this morning, for the first time in awhile, to a silent, non moving house. The earthquakes had been bad in the past week, but waking up to a non-moving house was a refreshing thing. Even if it did rain. She had a message on her answering machine when she went into the living room. Sighing, she pressed play, and listened to the machine drone away.
‘Elizabeth, it’s Walter. I need you to come to Liberty Island. Something big has happened. You’re needed as a moderator. It’s the other universe. It’s collided with ours.’
Elizabeth dropped her mug of coffee in shock. The universes…they came together again. That meant that…oh . Oh!
Hurrying to find her sweater and keys, Elizabeth dialed Walter’s number as she got into her car. Switching to Bluetooth as soon as the call went through, she was on her way.
“Walter, what’s this about the universes colliding?” she asked, as calmly as she could whenever she talked to the man.
“Last night. All of a sudden, the machine went crazy…”
“What machine? Not that…oh God Walter you didn’t!” Elizabeth tried to contain her anger , but this was just so…infuriating.
“We’ll talk ethics later Ellie. Listen, the machine went nuts. Turns out, the people in the other universe had turned theirs on as well. Suddenly, around midnight, the universes collided. The dopplegangers from the other universe appeared in the lab. Apparently, Agent Dunham…both Agent Dunhams, believe we need a moderator so that things don’t get out of hand.”
“Is Peter there?” she asked automatically, wondering for just a second who Peter was.
“Whose Peter?” Walter sounded genuinely confused. Whose Peter? Was he trying to be funny?
“Walter, are you trying to be funny?” Elizabeth felt her hands tighten around the wheel of her car.
“Are you Ellie? I don’t know any Peters. Except your cousin, but he’s been dead for ten years so…”
“No! Peter Bishop! Peter. Bishop! Our son!” Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she pulled her car up onto the ferry. Really now, Walter could be ridiculous.
“Ellie, we don’t have any children. You miscarried. Don’t you remember? After it happened, we decided not to risk your health so…”
“No! No you are wrong Walter! We have a son! His name is Peter. He’s an adult now. He’s in his thirties. He has brown hair and…”
“Elizabeth, are you high? We. Don’t. Have. Any. Children.” Walter sounded like he was starting to get annoyed. Well that’s tough shit. Elizabeth was getting annoyed as well. What the hell gave this man the right to act like his own son didn’t exist?
“Christ, of course not Walter. This isn’t the 70’s. Listen, I’m almost to the island now. We’ll discuss this further when I get there.”
Unfortunately, that talk did not go well. After a screaming match between herself and her ex-husband, the guards were called. So many people tried to tell her this lie, this lie that her son didn’t exist. He existed. He did. She knew he did. She was his mother. How could they all do this to her? Was this a prank?
Elizabeth sighed and rested her head in her hands as she scooted closer to the wall. This was ridiculous. This could not be happening. How could they not remember Peter? How? He existed, she knew he did.
He. Fucking. Existed.
She didn’t even flinch when she heard the sound of the door to the cell opening. Elizabeth expected to see her ex-husband standing there, all disapproving and arrogant, but that’s not who she saw. Not exactly.
“Mrs. Bishop?”
“Call me Elizabeth, please.”
“Elizabeth…” Walter Bishop…the other Walter Bishop, in his brown and green cardigan and black slacks and old, cheap shoes, looked so harmless to her. The man who started it all. The man who…
The man who took her son from her.
“Listen, Mr… Dr. Bishop, if you are here to take a shot at telling me I’m crazy, I can assure you my ex-husband and his cronies have already done a smashing job at that. But it isn’t going to work. I know. I know in my heart I am right, and not a single damn person in either universe can tell me otherwise. I have a son. His name is Peter and he’s missing. I am going to find him. I don’t know where to start looking, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try and he comes up one day with the tide, dead. I can’t …I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happens. I don’t care that you all think I am loony because I know what I know. I know what my heart knows, and it’s telling me I have a son. I believe it.” Elizabeth took a gulp of air from her long winded speech , and looked over at the man now sitting next to her. She half expected him to be shocked, to call her crazy and storm out, but he didn’t. He surprised her.
“I believe it too. Your heart that is.” A light flickered inside her and she couldn’t help the smile coming across her face. “I …I don’t know how to explain this but… ever since last night, when the universes collided, there was this shift in my surroundings and…I felt like something…someone , important was gone. I thought I was crazy until you came in with the story about Peter so…” Elizabeth took his hand and squeezed it, smiling even more now.
“We will find him Walter. We’ll find Peter. Even if it takes awhile, we’ll find our son.”
“Your son. He wouldn’t technically be my son, now would he?” Elizabeth felt a flicker of a memory, a story her son had told her about the man before her, and couldn’t help but feel a little sadness.
“No, our son. You could feel he was gone when his own biological father couldn’t. He’s our son. And we will find him no matter what.”
The End.