Lara's Notes: I was just rewatching the start of Volume 2, and it started me thinking about Peter's time in Ireland, and I got inspired for a bunch of oneshots and drabbles on that subject. I don't know how many there will be, so just bear with me.
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He can see them, all the time. It's stronger when he does... the things he does. Faces. They haunt him. They float around in the back of his mind, echoes from his forgotten past. The pretty blonde girl, with the sad little smile and sparkling emerald eyes. The tall, square-jawed man in a suit and tie. The bespectacled Japanese man, whose image is blurry. Another blonde, whose blue eyes always blink flirtatiously when she whispers across his subconscious. The terrifying man, whose image is always accompanied by the smell of blood and the ticking of clocks.
They haunt him. But he can't make anything of them. They're just faces. No real associations. No names.
And so he loses himself in the smell of Caitlin's hair and the feeling of her lips on his and pretends that they're not there. He concentrates solely on the present. He is Peter, the man with no past.
Just echoes.