Peter grinned, looking first at Walter, then over at Sarah and Olivia in turn. “Oh, the parallels,” he said, and personal chatter dropped as they got to work. It made Chuck wince every time Sarah flashed—was that a new memory gone? Would they get that back?—but the others seemed fascinated. Before long, Peter and Walter were hunkered together in close conversation, with Astrid hanging nearby to be on hand. Olivia Dunham helped Sarah out of the “brain helmet.”
Sarah rolled her neck when she was freed and gave Chuck a hesitant smile. “What now?” she asked, turning to Olivia.
“Now we let the science geeks do their thing. Coffee?”
“Sure, that would be great.”
They adjourned to a small room to the side, which Olivia Dunham obviously kept as an office. Chuck was feeling jittery from the number of coffees he’d already had, so he declined politely, and let the blondes sip in silence.
Sarah was the first one to speak. “You look so familiar,” she told Olivia. “Do we know each other?”
Immediately, Olivia Dunham relaxed. “I’ve been trying to figure that out, too.”
They both looked at Chuck, who raised his hands in a ‘whoa, there’ moment. “Not during the last five years,” he said to Sarah, and she frowned a little as she studied Olivia.
“I don’t remember too many ops with the FBI,” she said. “Although…wait, when did you go through Quantico?”
“That’s it! You were the class ahead of me.” Olivia snapped her fingers. “Okay, that makes so much more sense now.”
“Nice to see you again,” Sarah said, toasting the other woman with her coffee cup.
“It appears today is one of many coincidences,” Olivia said. She opened her mouth to continue, but the door opened, and Peter Bishop poked his head in.
“I think we can fix you,” he told Sarah, and Chuck’s heart leapt into his throat. “It’s unconventional as hell, but Walter thinks he can…well, it’s hard to explain, but he thinks he can format your brain to handle the Intersect a little better. Since we’ve got a perfect test subject right here.” He turned to look at Chuck. “You in?”
“Whatever I can do. Seriously.”
They followed him back into the lab; Chuck’s palms began to sweat, but he rubbed them dry on his jeans. His eyebrows lowered when they stopped by a huge container of some sort in the middle of the lab, with two doors on one side. “What’s this?”
“We call it the tank,” Olivia said, patting the container almost fondly. She gave Sarah an apologetic look. “If they’re planning what I think they are, you’re probably going to have to strip down. And I’m sorry.”
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Date: 2012-10-26 06:45 pm (UTC)Sarah rolled her neck when she was freed and gave Chuck a hesitant smile. “What now?” she asked, turning to Olivia.
“Now we let the science geeks do their thing. Coffee?”
“Sure, that would be great.”
They adjourned to a small room to the side, which Olivia Dunham obviously kept as an office. Chuck was feeling jittery from the number of coffees he’d already had, so he declined politely, and let the blondes sip in silence.
Sarah was the first one to speak. “You look so familiar,” she told Olivia. “Do we know each other?”
Immediately, Olivia Dunham relaxed. “I’ve been trying to figure that out, too.”
They both looked at Chuck, who raised his hands in a ‘whoa, there’ moment. “Not during the last five years,” he said to Sarah, and she frowned a little as she studied Olivia.
“I don’t remember too many ops with the FBI,” she said. “Although…wait, when did you go through Quantico?”
“That’s it! You were the class ahead of me.” Olivia snapped her fingers. “Okay, that makes so much more sense now.”
“Nice to see you again,” Sarah said, toasting the other woman with her coffee cup.
“It appears today is one of many coincidences,” Olivia said. She opened her mouth to continue, but the door opened, and Peter Bishop poked his head in.
“I think we can fix you,” he told Sarah, and Chuck’s heart leapt into his throat. “It’s unconventional as hell, but Walter thinks he can…well, it’s hard to explain, but he thinks he can format your brain to handle the Intersect a little better. Since we’ve got a perfect test subject right here.” He turned to look at Chuck. “You in?”
“Whatever I can do. Seriously.”
They followed him back into the lab; Chuck’s palms began to sweat, but he rubbed them dry on his jeans. His eyebrows lowered when they stopped by a huge container of some sort in the middle of the lab, with two doors on one side. “What’s this?”
“We call it the tank,” Olivia said, patting the container almost fondly. She gave Sarah an apologetic look. “If they’re planning what I think they are, you’re probably going to have to strip down. And I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Sarah asked.
“Have you taken LSD before?”