Trick or Treat Meme (Or Frea is Bored)

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In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more fun it’ll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

Stolen from anuna_81. Also, I've enabled anonymous commenting for my Twitter buddies, but if you could let me know who you are, I can tailor your treat—or your trick!—just for you (aka sign your comments if you can!).

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[(Anonymous)]

Trick or treat!


By Maximus

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Have a dollar.

“The Intersect was supposed to be suppressed,” Chuck said, frowning. “After everything Quinn did, she shouldn’t be able to flash at all.”

Peter Bishop made the final adjustment to the headpiece his father had created in the 80s and went over to check the monitor to make sure that it was outputting the correct wavelength readings. “You should have called the Fringe division in a long time before this,” he said as he tapped a few things into the keyboard. “Things like this Intersect are kind of our department. We deal with the spooky.”

“It’s more technological than spooky,” Chuck said. He didn’t feel that the rebuke was entirely fair—how the hell was he supposed to know that the man who had served as a TA in his physics seminar at Stanford worked for a secret government department?—but at this point, he’d give his right arm for Sarah to look at him the way she used to. His left arm, too, and any number of toes, really.

Oh, who the hell was he kidding? He’d give everything.

Sarah sat quietly wearing the headpiece, not at all perturbed by the fact that they were in a basement in Harvard. Chuck felt like that was progress. The mad scientist in a lab coat that talked about bacon-flavored mints on end hadn’t fazed her, she’d smiled politely at the harried lab assistant, and she’d calmly signed all of the paperwork the FBI agent—who could kind of be Sarah’s cousin, though Chuck didn’t say anything—had handed her.

She hadn’t even blinked at the cow.

“Okay, so we’re going to induce a flash,” Peter said, looking first at Sarah and then Chuck. “You said you brought some flash cards?”

Chuck hurriedly dug them out of his coat pocket and tried to hand them over. “Why don’t you do that part?” Peter asked.

Walter Bishop wandered back in and took the flash cards. “Fascinating! And these, as you say, cause a flash?”

“Yeah, they’re subliminal triggers,” Chuck said.

“Fascinating,” Walter said. “You know, I once met a man who had a theory that the brain could be used just like a processor for data.”

Chuck exchanged a look with Sarah. She might not remember meeting his father, but she’d read all the files on his private journal.

“He had a name…oh, it was a silly name, a constellation. Cepheus?”

“Orion?” Sarah asked as Chuck took a sip of coffee. The day just kept getting more and more surreal.

“Yes! That was it. Brilliant man.” Walter thought about it. “Made a really great raspberry rumble, too. His wife, as I recall, was a stone cold fox.”

Chuck choked on his coffee.

“You know this guy?” Peter asked Chuck.

“Let’s just say, you’re not the only son of a mad scientist around here.”

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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.”

“For what?” Sarah asked.

“Have you taken LSD before?”

[(Anonymous)]

WHAT? You stopped it right before Sarah went into the tank??? This isn't a treat, it's a trick! :P

That was the best! Hahaha. Wow, I want to read so much more! Sarah and Olivia sharing a "screen"! The hotness, it melts! Peter and Chuck having sciency talks! Walter being his mad scientist self. Of course Walter and Orion had met before. That makes perfect sense. Seriously, this could make for an awesome full-length one-shot.

*puts his shotgun down and decides to let this plot bunny live*

Thank you!

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It was going to be like five sentences, but then I realized that they could fix Sarah by putting her in the tank. Legitimately. So I had to get there, which of course took two pages. I'm not sure this is going to be a full fic, though. I think it'll just stay a comment fic for a little while as I have no idea about canon Sarah characterization at this point.

:)

Did you enjoy your dollar?