"That I can accept. Do I get a name at least?"

"Olivia Dunham."

"I have time und the king of complicated, do tell me."

"It's personal."

"Now how did a pretty fraulein like you get hurt, hm?" He asked hands working gently against him before smiling at her.

"It's rather complicated."

"Alright, I can respect that. I’m terrible at giving life advice anyway, so I guess it’s better for both of us this way.. I’m Marcus, by the way. It’s a pleasure meeting you."

"Thanks. I'm Olivia. Pleasure meeting you too."

"Don’t I know that feeling.. Is this where you start venting, or are you more of the strong and silent ones?"

"I'm more of the my job is super classified ones to be honest."

"Eh… What’s going on?" Lincoln thought to himself and shrugged "Well, Fringe Division, unusual occurences in life… The usual." He smiled, hugging Olivia tightly. "How have you been?"

"Busy." She replied as she hugged him in return, she'd been focusing on work more and more recently.

"Danke, now hold still." He moved going to clean her face up gently humming as he did so.

Olivia sat still while he cleaned the wounds, fiddling with the necklace in her hand.

Two months. 2015 {open rp}

Romana had a feeling she knew what her mother meant and tried not to break down completely. Her stomach fell out of her and it left her insides feeling empty. Looking down at the ground she moved to sit on the bench. Only just tall enough to pull herself up onto it and she rested back on it. Her eyes watching her mother move around the place.

"Is Grandpa here?" She asked her. Grandpa had a way of making her feel better and she wouldn’t mind seeing him. He was slightly off his tree and she liked him for it. "I have fairy floss again."

"He's in his lab." She replied, taking another sip of her coffee, partly wishing there was something a little stronger in it. A part of her was getting tired of having to pretend that she was okay, putting on the brave face when all she wanted was her daughter back. But then again, she was never very good at letting her guard down and allowing others to see her vulnerable.

Two months. 2015 {open rp}

She couldn’t tell how long it had been since she had seen her parents last but she had sent her messages to let her know that she was alright. Burying her face against her mother she continued to cry. Why had she been so mean to Etta. Why couldn’t she just suck up the fact that she had a sister now who would also have their parents attention.

Pulling back after a moment, her eyes fell to the clock and realised how late it was. Usually she would have been in bed by then, in the bunk beds. Normally only just having finished a fight with Etta about who got top bunk. She looked at her mother. “Where’s Dad?”

"He's still out there, searching." She replied, picking up her mug and taking a sip as she lent against the bench "I realized that I was neede.d more here." Olivia wasn't going to say the words out loud. She couldn't.

Simply thinking of how they were most likely to find their youngest daughter was hard enough, she was just going to do whatever she could around the office and the lab, helping Walter with the plan.

Two months. 2015 {open rp}

Romana remembered the exact day she had lost her sister. It had been her fault. They had been playing together and she had told her to go and get the ball because she wanted to go and distract there parents. They had come. Or something. She couldn’t remember exactly what happened. Well, that wasn’t true. She just didn’t like to remember. Her brain had succeeded in blocking a majority of the incident from her mind. 

She stepped out Duchess. She had been searching through time and space for her. Would do anything for any news of her. But nothing. It was like she had just disappeared forever. Not aware of her surroundings, only knowing that she knew her mother was nearby. Looking up she saw her mother move into the break room. She walked to the spot and stood in the doorway to watch her. “I didn’t mean too.” She said eventually. Tears falling down her face.

Hearing the familiar voice, Olivia turned around and shook her head. Neither her nor Peter had blamed her, not for a single moment. It wasn't her fault, if she had her husband had reacted sooner, maybe they could have reached Etta in time.

"It's not your fault." She insisted, placing the now full mug of coffee down on the bench and walking towards Romana, wrapping her arms around the girl "If anyone other than the observers were to blame, it'd be your father and I sweetheart. Not you, not for a second."

"Ja so have I. Now come here mein need to help is kicking in."

She nodded "Fine, you can patch me up."

"Alright so long as you know… want me to patch it up? I mean you can be touch but infections.."

"I've handled worse, it's really just a few scratches."

"Are you aware… that you are bleeding… Because I do not think you are fraulein.."

"Oh, I'm aware, it's no big deal."

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