A/N: I had planned on posting the third chapter before the hiatus was over, but I sort of lost my inspiration after posting the second chapter. I started the third one, but just couldn't figure out how to finish it. Fortunately seeing the real Olivia in action again was all the inspiration I needed to finish the third chapter. Enjoy!
"Welcome home bitch," Olivia cursed; fists on fire. Alt. Olivia had a terrified look on her face at the sight of Olivia. She thought she could actually see fire in Olivia's eyes. Maybe that's just how angry she was. Alt. Olivia stood up and the flames increased their height so she couldn't jump over them.
"So how does it feel? To be trapped? Surrounded on all sides by something hostile?" Olivia asked her double as the fire moved closer to Alt. Olivia. Alt. Olivia whimpered slightly as the fire came within an inch of her body; within an inch of burning her alive. Olivia's expression was unreadable. She only circled Alt. Olivia while keeping the fire in place. Alt. Olivia felt like she was going to pass out from the heat any minute now. Multiple beads of sweat formed on her forehead; dripping down every inch of her body. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand like this; she was afraid that she might slip up and burn herself to death.
"What's the matter copy cat?" She asked her.
"I'm not a copy!" She screamed at her. "Stop calling me that! I'm every bit human as you are! I'm not like the shape shifters!"
"Are you sure? You did after all infiltrate this world blindly following Walternate's orders just like the shifters," Olivia continued to taunt while she paced the room. "I'm sorry. Are you scared?" Olivia asked noticing the look on Alt. Olivia's face at the fire. She didn't respond to her. "I asked you a question!" Olivia shouted at her making the temperature from the flames increase in their intensity.
"Yes," Alt. Olivia chocked out and then the flames died out. The next thing Alt. Olivia knew she was being kicked in the chest and was knocked back into the wall. She tried to recover, but Olivia grabbed her by the neck and shoved her against it. She kneed her in the chest and then punched her in the face. Olivia held up her flaming hand only a few inches away from Alt. Olivia's face.
"Listen to me and you listen well. You don't get to be scared. Look at me!" She yelled at Alt. Olivia who had turned her face away from the fire. She slowly turned her head around. This shouldn't be happening to her. She was Olivia Dunham. She wasn't afraid of anything and yet here she was at the mercy of her furious double.
"You don't know the Hell I had to go through on this side. They forced me to undergo tests in order for me to be like you," she seethed. "They stole away my life. My memories! And you know the worst thing about it? There was a part of me that was aware of it all. Shouting. Screaming. Begging, for me to remember who I was, but the drugs in my system were too much for me to resist. I forgot everything I was. My friends; my family. Everyone, but Peter."
The fire in Olivia's fist died out when she remembered what Peter and Alt. Olivia did. She pulled back her fist and punched Alt. Olivia again; this time in the mouth. She proceeded to punch her again four more times; each blow harder than the last. Conveying the fury she had been keeping buried inside ever since she remembered who she was. She went for a fifth punch, but Alt. Olivia blocked it and kicked her in the chest. Olivia fell back into the table. Alt. Olivia ran forward and pinned Olivia on the table. She started punching her as hard as she possibly could. If Olivia died then there'd be no more mission. No more hiding. No more having to worry about making a mistake.
"You don't know what I've gone through!" She shouted at her and hit Olivia again this time breaking her nose. Olivia caught her next punch and Alt. Olivia screamed at the burning sensation she felt. Olivia shoved her off and kicked Alt. Olivia in the face this time breaking her own nose.
"Now we match," Olivia said wiping some of the blood from her nose. Alt. Olivia eyes darted to the couch and saw Olivia's purse. The two of them simultaneously darted for the purse and collided with one another. Alt. Olivia grabbed the purse and dumped out its contents revealing Olivia's gun. She aimed at Olivia's head, but she kicked Alt. Olivia's hand making her shoot through the front door instead. The two Olivia's heard the sound of someone fall on the other side and instantly forgot they were trying to kill one another. Alt. Olivia put the safety back on the gun and tossed it aside. The two of them ran to the door and opened it. On the floor was Alt. Olivia's partner Lincoln. Alt. Olivia's breathing came to a complete halt.
"No. Not Lincoln," she said and silently cried. She saw he had a bottle of beer in his hand. She recognized it as something the two of them got drunk off of months ago. Neither of the two Olivia's moved at first; that is until they heard Lincoln start to groan.
Lincoln was worried. Not because he had gotten shot, but because the gun shot had come from inside Olivia's apartment. "Olivia," he groaned. She had to have been in some sort of danger. His vision went in and out of focus. He wanted to help her, but felt his body growing weak from the gunshot wound. Right before he passed out again he could've sworn that he saw two Olivia's.
"He needs a doctor," Alt. Olivia said finding her voice.
"Help me get him to the couch," Olivia said and they both helped pick him up with some difficulty. After they set him down Alt. Olivia ran to her phone and called 911. "I'm sorry Lincoln," Olivia apologized to him.
"Paramedics will be here shortly," Alt. Olivia said.
"Good," Olivia said back to her not turning around. As she looked at Lincoln she heard the sound of the safety of her gun being clicked off. "And we're back to this again," she muttered.
Olivia spun around and a big flame flew out of her hand at the gun. It heated up quickly and Alt. Olivia dropped it to the floor. Olivia leapt over the back of the couch and punched Alt. Olivia in her right eye. Olivia staggered back and Alt. Olivia grabbed her and shoved her into the bathroom. Alt. Olivia pushed herself up and threw a punch, which Olivia stopped. She pushed the two back towards the sink and there was a flash of blue. They fell back into the apartment complex, but Alt. Olivia knew that it wasn't hers. She tried to stand, but felt Alt. Olivia's foot connect with her ribs. She collapsed to the floor to weak to move anymore. Too tired. Too emotionally drained from the torment she had been put through plus shooting her own partner. She rolled onto her back and saw Olivia starring at her. Her expression was completely unreadable once again.
"It's Ella's birthday tomorrow," she finally said to her. "Make sure you give her a call." Olivia then walked backwards and vanished in a flash of red light. Alt. Olivia did nothing, but continued to lie on the floor. The only thing she could think of now was whether or not this Olivia was going to help Lincoln.
Over there
Lincoln regained his consciousness and felt his stomach for the bullet wound. All he felt was a scar. Someone must've called the hospital.
"Glad to see you awake." Lincoln smiled. He'd know that voice anywhere. He looked to his right and saw Olivia sitting next to his hospital bed. "Olivia. What happened back at your apartment?" He asked.
"Someone jumped me and we went at it. I have a broken nose, but it's nothing too serious. I was more worried about you when I saw you'd been accidently shot. My assailant and I were fighting over the gun when it went off."
"If I can survive having my entire body burned to a crisp, I think I can handle a simple bullet wound," Lincoln joked.
"Just out of curiosity, what were you doing at my apartment anyway?" She asked him.
"You'd been so stressed out since whatever went down several weeks ago that I thought I'd surprise you with our favorite beer," he said with a smirk.
"That's right," Olivia thought while smirking back at him. "Lincoln did kiss Alt. Olivia after getting drunk one night before he knew she had a boyfriend."
"You know what the weirdest thing was? Right before I passed out I almost thought I saw two of you. It must've been the bullet wound," he said.
"Yeah; the bullet wound," Olivia agreed with him.
To Be Continued…