wesavedeachother | [ECM] JANUARY - Cinematic Orchestra lyrics

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me…

Since waking up in Cork, Peter had done a lot of things he wasn’t proud of. The robbery, nearly killing a man just to watch him die...

And now leaving Caitlin in the middle of the night. It felt like the final nail in a coffin he’d never built. He’d crossed a line here, a line he couldn’t see or remember...a line that appeared the moment he opened the box.

Ricky hadn’t been lying...his whole identity was inside. Passport, license, credit cards, even pictures. He knew his name was Peter Petrelli. He was from New York, and he was planning a trip to Montreal...even had the ticket.

He also had friends...maybe family. There was a picture of him and a man he didn’t know...

He had a girlfriend named Rory. Or at least he did at one time.

There wasn’t anything remarkable about the strip of photo booth pictures in his wallet, except for the fact he was in them...with the girl. She was similar to Caitlin in her coloring, but where Cait was strong and earthy, the woman in the picture was a pixie...ethereal and delicate in her appeal.

He knew her name because it was written on the back of the strip...

Smile! -Love, Rory

He knew she was his girlfriend because they were kissing in two of the four photos...and it wasn’t platonic by any stretch of the imagination. He also had her business card...worn and weathered, with her home number scrawled on the back.

He didn’t remember her...she was as much a stranger to him as the man in the other picture. But since the moment he’d seen her photo...he’d been feeling things, gut instincts driving his every move in a way he couldn’t explain. It drove him to pull the picture out more than once, always when Caitlin wasn’t looking...

And it drove him to leave her behind in the dead of night after promising they would travel to Montreal together in the morning. This journey wasn’t hers to travel with him...it was for this other woman, and her alone. Rory...he saw a little of Cait in her, and vice versa. Was his previous attraction to her what drew him to Cait, a memory he wasn’t aware of having? Was Rory as strong, as gentle as Caitlin?

Standing in the airport terminal, staring at the photo strip again...Peter knew he felt something. What, he wasn’t entirely sure yet...but every time he pulled the pictures out, he felt more and more.

He was becoming more certain with every second that he was in love with this girl.

Finally pocketing the photos again, he turned on his heel and headed for a nearby phone booth. Pulling out the calling card he’d finally forced himself to buy about ten minutes before, he flipped his wallet to the insert holding Rory’s card, settling on the cell number listed...it was as safe a bet as any.

Following the instructions, Peter dialed the calling card number, the code, then Rory’s phone number.

And waited anxiously as the phone began to ring.

Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: HEROES
Words: 528

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She looked different from the picture...her eyes were shadowed and somehow, she seemed thinner...less pixie and more waif, with a darkness in her ice blue eyes that was heartbreaking to see. None of it seemed right...the slump to her shoulders, the weariness that clung to her like fresh rain.

But watching her move closer...close enough to touch...being near this woman was bringing something alive in him, something that he couldn't quite explain.

It felt like he'd been waiting his whole life to stand here in front of this woman again.

"Hi, Rory." he finally managed to greet her, shifting his duffel bag strap on his shoulder. It was lame...but there really wasn't much else to say.

She reached up slowly to touch his cheek with her fingertips...and he didn't disappear. He wasn't some cruel illusion, he was *real.*

Real enough for her to shove at angrily, which was exactly what she did next, as hard as she could--not very hard, given her how slender she was, but with more force than she looked to be capable of. Months of fear, anger, tears and pain came boiling violently to the surface in a red-hazed rush as she pounded clenched fists against his chest and shoulders before she dissolved into tears and quiet sobs of relief.

Peter was a little startled by the shove, but when he saw her eyes brimming with tears, he understood that she'd been suffering. More than that, he understood one thing about Rory without needing to remember a thing about the woman in front of him.

She was in love with him.

Catching her easily as she flung herself at him, beating her fists against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her as she dissolved into tears, holding her close as she wept against him.

Shutting his eyes, he tried hard to remember...to feel something more that could tell him about what he'd had with her...what she'd been to him...

Pain lanced through his head, and with it came a flickering barrage of images...split-second, too quick to see much of anything, but *there.* Somewhere in the depths of his mind, they were there...and in the confusing array, he was sure he'd glimpsed Rory's face.

Tightening his hold on her a little, Peter reached up to stroke her hair, murmuring comforting nonsense in her ear as he gave her what support he could...stood with her and told her it was all okay as she rode out the storm of emotions within.

Rory fisted her hands Peter's shirt and hid her face against his shoulder, her chest heaving with sobs she couldn't seem to contain. When she finally got control again, she felt light-headed, weak; the fear and uncertainty she'd been carrying for months had suddenly been lifted, and it was as though she had to re-learn how to stand without it. "You're really here," she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. "You're alive...you're okay..."

"Yeah...yeah, I am." he replied, his eyes intent on her face as she drew back to meet his gaze. She was entrancing to look at...so many different nuances to her face, her beauty...it was easy to see where he could have wanted her, loved her in another life.

"I'm...alive, anyway." he finally admitted. "Rory...God, I don't know how to tell you without hurting you more..."

Oh God...that couldn't possibly be good. "What?" she whispered, her eyes widening apprehensively. "What happened? What's wrong, Peter?"

It took Peter three tries before he could make his voice work, seeing the expression on her face. "Rory...it's...I didn't want to tell you this over the phone because...it's a lot to take in."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed and shut his eyes. "The furthest I can remember back is waking up in chains in Cork, Ireland. Everything else is...nothing."

Rory stared at him for a moment, not immediately comprehending...or believing him once she did. "No," she replied, shaking her head. "You didn't--you called me. You can't actually mean you don't *remember* me. Nathan? Your mother? Claire? Sylar, the bomb, what you did, what happened--you can't tell me you don't *remember* all that!"

The names echoed in his head, hollow and empty...no emotion, no memory attached to any of them. The bomb, though...the mention of a bomb was, aside from being shocking, enough to make him feel vaguely unsettled.

"I don't...I can't." he replied, shaking his head. "Rory, I found my wallet, and your card was inside." He paused, reaching into his pocket to pull it out and open it, showing her the business card he found. After a beat, he fished around in the billfold and pulled out the strip of photo booth pictures he'd found as well.

"I saw these...the name on the back." he explained quietly as he handed them to her so she could see. "I knew that...I knew I had to come to you when I saw them."

[ECM] JANUARY - Cinematic Orchestra lyrics

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