Through The Looking Glass: A White Tulip

Peter Bishop holds a letter in his hands. A mostly blank page, save a large hand drawn white tulip and an address. His mouth held open, then broke into a grin of disbelief. 

"Olivia! You're going to want to see this", he says as his partner, both professionally and romantically, Olivia Dunham comes down the stairs dressed in her FBI uniform. 
"A letter?", she mused as she found Peter in the open front door of their shared home. "For me?"
Still grinning Peter shows her the letter. She takes it and pauses to read the address. 
"Peter, I know this address, this is an old, abandoned airstrip within a couple hours' drive. Is this... from who I think it is?"
"I don't see why anyone else would send this. It has to be Walter! He must be back from the future!"
"Steady Peter, we don't know for sure just yet. I'll call Astrid and Broyles and inform them about our morning drive, just don't get ahead of yourself."
"Oh, I'm ahead", he laughed, "But I'll keep it level and start the van."
Olivia watched her partner run to their FBI van as she dialed colonel Broyles. She paced, wondering what unknown consequence Walter's actions might lead to this time.
...

Sometime in the future...

Walter Bishop stood in an empty airstrip with a large machine on a rolling cart. A still and sunny day had greeted him, with nothing but a forest surrounding the empty air field. Today was the day he would finally test his machine, and peer into the past. 
"Michael son, come here and help me watch these readings.", he said to his adoptive son and the last observer, who had grown a lot as a person, (and conversationalist) but was still stuck in his ageless child body. 
"Walter, we must be careful. Are you sure it's safe?", asks Michael.
Walter chuckles, "Still doubt me lad? Come here, see this window? That's all that we will see, the past through here. By studying you, I believe I've finally cracked it!", he gave his signature childish grin. 
Michael gave a small smile and nod. "Very well Walter, lets pray we don't have an incident"
"Ha, prayers? I'm the only god in this lab...", he grinned and looked far away, "or this airfield, any who, let's get started."
Walter plugged a large cord into his old car, having found it years ago, a gift from Peter. Taking the other end and plugging it into the machine he nodded for Michael to start the car. He did so and quickly came back to the machine, now already whirling and whining. Diodes and lights lit up frantically all over the device as Walter happily pressed an oversized button on the machine. The machine's window began to glow faintly, before another scene could be witnessed through it, a time long ago. 
"Yes! Its working Michael!", the two shared a hug and smile before static bolts of lightning began to form around the airfield. The air flickered and hummed all around them.
"Oh my! It must be drawing too much power, but why?", Walter asked as the wind began to pick up around them.
"Walter, stay down! I'll turn off the car.", said Michael as he ran past bolts of lightning to the cars open driver door. 
Walter tried to hold him back, terrified of losing another son to his mad schemes. He couldn't survive that, surely... And so, for the first time in years Walter whimpered, and he was frozen in fear. Michael wasn't just anyone however, the boy's powers always showed themselves at the most opportune time. Casually dodging the lightning, he made it to the car and turned off the ignition. He sighed, relieved as the lightning stopped, however it was short lived as a large electric pulse went out of the plugged car, down the cable, and to the waiting machine. 
Walter watched in horror as the machine was fried, and suddenly a large whooshing could be here. It was extremely loud, but winding down, he turned to see a small private plane, which had somehow just arrived in the empty field. Walter blinked, wondering if he had summoned this here one way or another, and what the consequences could be. 
"Hey!", came an unfamiliar male voice from a few dozen feet away, "Where's my soda?"
"Where's the drive through?", asked another male voice frantically. 
"Now gentlemen I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation here, right Jane?", asked a woman. 
Walter and Michael turned to see a vintage car, even for Walter's time, had appeared near their own car. It was a light blue, with three men and a woman who was talking to the driver, Jane. 
"Well, mad scientist, sudden disappearance of our surroundings, bald child in the car... I'd say we're not in Kansas anymore everyone.", said Jane as he studied his surroundings with a smug grin.
"Oh no... What have I done?", whisperd Walter, panic taking hold of him. Michael rushed over to him and placed himself between the new arrivals and his adoptive father. 
"No worries kid, we're with the police", said the woman, trying to calm the child as her group began to exit the car and look around. "My names Teresa, this is Jane, Gideon, and Hotch. Now, could you maybe tell me where we are?"
"And where's my soda", laughed Gideon. 
"Gideon, are you seeing what I'm seeing?", asked Hotch in a hushed tone as they eyed the plane. 
"No, can't be. Not here, not now...", Gideon wondered aloud as he identified a plane ahead, a plane he knew well. The landing stairs were just dropping, and a familiar face was walking down. 
"I don't believe it... Hey, scientist? What is this? What's going on here?", questioned Gideon as his party of four approached the boy and older gentlemen. 
"Easy Gideon," said Teresa, motioning for him to slow down, "Listen kid, we don't know what's just happened, you two seem to know right? What's your name huh? Let's start there."
Michael regained his composure and helped Walter to his feet, though that part was a struggle as Walter was still rambling and in a state of panic. "My name is Michael, this is my... my father Walter. I'm... We're so sorry you're here, this was a mistake." Michael continued to try to calm down Walter, with little success.
"What kind of mistake leads to all this?", questioned Jane while motioning around. 
Gideon and Hotch remained stiff, waiting as their old team, with some new faces, came over slowly from the plane. It wasn't long before they were recognized, and members of their team began to jog, then run to them. 
A black Van, clearly government, was quickly driving up an old dirt road to them now as well, it wouldn't be but a moment before it arrived. Gideon's mind was racing, just what was happening? Were they safe? He regretted not having his side-arm in times like these.
"Gideon", said his old friend Reid breathlessly as he and the rest of the BAU team made it over. "Your alive", he smiled. 
"Well look what the cat dragged in.", chuckled David Rossi, an old friend of both Hotch and Gideon. 
"Reid. I am so sorry. I couldn't... couldn't...", Gideon wad at a loss, not ready to face the friend he abandoned.
"You can start by getting us lunch", laughed their friend Morgan.
"JJ, Penelope, Emily.", Hotch nodded to the remaining members of his team that had arrived.
"Hotch, do we know..." Emily gestured vaugly to their sudden arrival.

The black Van arrived, coming to a sudden stop with a small gust of dirt and dust. A man and woman exited, both dressed as recognizable FBI, although the man was dressed alittle more casual than his partner. The man imminently broke into a sprint and came to greet Walter, who, after seeing his son, began to regain his composure. 

"FBI?", asked Morgan. 
The woman nodded as she approached, clearly not having expected this.
"BAU", said Morgan.
"I don't suppose you know what's going on?", asked a stylish man. "Hi, Patrick Jane, so do we just click our heels three times or...?"
The woman from the Van sighed, "Olivia Dunham, and I'm afraid it might be more complicated than that."
"My son, my son!", Walter was regaining his sanity and overjoyed as he embraced Peter. 
"Walter," Peter stopped him, but still grinning like mad, "Walter who are these people? What's happened here?"
"I'm afraid I don't know.", he said incredulously, "The machine, it was only meant to be a window, not... this. Oh my, what have I done?"
"Walter let's address our situation, where are we, and when? Who traveled and who remained.", said Michael. 
"Yes, yes of course! Alright everyone, let's hear what year you think it is.", commanded Walter with sudden authority. 
"2025? Are you really suggesting that we've...", Reid said. 
"Reid look around, how did the plane get here? How did we get here?", asked Morgan. 
"Peter, the year son."
"The same.", he grinned. 
"Checks out here.", said Teresa, somewhat exacerbated. 
"Then you've done it Walter, your machine, not merely a window, has taken us to the past after all, and somehow connected these people with us.", explained Michael. 
"Wait I'm confused, you're from the future and we got dragged into your what, Warp bubble?", asked Jane, seemingly not at all worried. 
"It would seem so...", said Walter, lost in thought, "Though it's good you're all in the right time, I can only hope you're from here, though Broyles may be able to lend a hand."
"Here?", asked Reid, still skeptical. 
"This dimension, this reality, this incarnation of the multiverse, you understand boy?", asked Walter, frustrated at not being taken seriously right away.
The non-Fringe members began to look about and murmur, their voices getting louder by the second. 
"Now this is fascinating... Yes, a worthy show!", yet another unknown male voice appeared. 
The current teams stopped to find this newcomer. The air was shiny and swirling about for a moment as a man in a black T and sweatpants stood alone before them towards the van. 
"He with you?", asked Teresa, her hand on her sidearm, this man imminently set off her warning bells. 
"No...", says Olivia, eaching for her gun as well. 
"No need ladies, please allow me to introduce myself! Hm, you can call me the narrator. Your little stunt caused quite a stir Walter, and now you've got my attention.", the mysterious man explained. 
"Narrator?", questioned Walter. 
"Yes, I'm a 5th dimensional entity, though my roots are human", the man laughed, "I've got a proposition for you all. I can return everyone to where they belong, but wheres the fun in that? This is a golden opportunity! So here's the catch, I'll make a game for all of you. Pass, and you get any wishes you desire, a perfect world to return to."
"And if we don't?", asked Gideon with some annoyance. 
"Then this dimension will remain plagued with the villains that will stand as your challenge. I've set the stage so to speak. Defeat these villains of old and new together, and i can say, return your wife and daughter Jane?", the man explained. 
"My, My daughter? You've got some nerve!", exclaimed Jane in a rare spout of anger as Teresa tried to hold him back and remain ready to draw her gun. 
"Fear not Jane! I mean every word! Any wishes with NO consequences. Should you fail or decline, I'll send you all home in a jiffy. The only risk lies to this dimension, sorry Walter." The man continued, unfazed by the threats. 
"This is nonsense! You should know not to lie to a member of law enforcement, just who are you?", asked Reid as he moved closer with his own gun ready to draw. 
"I see, perhaps a demonstration then!", said the Narrator, unaffected. With a snap behind the man, a large elephant suddenly appeared with a small gust of wind. Startled it looked about before focusing on the group and beginning to charge with a mighty bellow.
The teams finally drew their arms but before they could fire the elephant simply vanished as quickly as it appeared via another snap from the narrator.
"See? Now, any takers? You've all got demons and amends to make, why not take this chance? Would you leave the Fringe team here to battle your old enemies and theirs alone?", asked the narrator. 
"Old enemies?", asked Hotch, narrowing his eyes. 
"Indeed, I like to be entertained! No matter, I'll sweeten the deal. If you die, I'll still send you back to when you left, no downsides.", the narrator smiled to them. 
"You could have so much to teach us, and yet you play this game? Have you no shame?", asked Walter in a more serious tone. 
"Walter, infinite realities. I do my fair share of helping and um, crusading against evil I guess, but a man needs some entertainment every few thousand years. Is that so bad? To have a fun game with y'all?", The Narrator asked.
"A game! Do you know who our enemies are Narrator? They will hurt people, kill them.", explained Gideon. 
"Yes, yes, but it's also the same as doing nothing, infinite realities and all. Besides I can send any hurt or lost souls to a more favorable dimension for them. I'm literally a demigod I suppose, so relax. Any suffering caused will be paid back tenfold!", said the Narrator with a triumphant smile, his finger held high as if a major point was made. 
"Guys we can't really be thinking of taking his offer?", asked Reid. 
"Reid, think! The people here need our help. We can fix it... Everything.", said Gideon. 
"Reid, think about the people we could save.", Emily placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I have to concur.", said David, "If we'll truly be sent back to when we left, then we should try to help."
"Um, I have a question.", Penelope raised her hand and waited for everyone's attention, "Just why should we trust you?"
There were some nods and murmuring as Jane raised a hand. "And just what are the hm, rules for this game?", he asked. 
"Ah, such pleasent souls sooth the heart. I've never been good at gaining trust, Penelope, but i will swear to upold these promises I've made. Who likes a lying demi god aftet all? They're the worst! As for rules, do anything you can to eliminate or imprison the criminals I've brought here. Oh, and have fun!", the Narrator laughed. 
"That's it? You'll leave dangerous criminals here to terrorize this universe?", asked Olivia bitterly. 
"There's an infinite sea of realities where you're all already slain by them, but yes, I suppose. Now, I think I've explained enough, a little mystery goes a long way! I'll take your answers now.", said the Narrator. 
The groups looked to each other with some nods, a few reluctant.
"We're in.", grumbled Gideon. 
"I'll jump in, but I think a hint or two is in order.", Jane winked. 
Teresa sighed and nodded as well, and the narrator looked pleased. "Alrighty then! Here's your hint, so listen up! At the Jeffersonian you'll find new home and some help from some Bones! Ha, yea that will do. Good luck! I'll be watching...", the Narrator finishes vanished slowly into nothingness right before their eyes.
The teams looked to each other, mulling over the hint. 
"Wait, Walter, we're not actually in Kansas, are we?", laughed Jane.