Author's Note: Hiya. I'm here for you to openly flame me as much as you please, because I feel like expressing myself in this series of drabbles discussing the relationships I like. It's all oneshots. It might have some season 1 in it, but maybe not. Read on to see.
-Forgotten-
(Peter/Caitlin)
He had awoken to find his mind compleately blank and it had all frustrated him. To a large extent, Peter wanted to know everything, but he felt as helpless as a child. When Rickey had shown him the box, it tantalized him. The mystery of his life could be revealed to easily. But something, no...Someone tantalized him more. Chocolate brown curls, a beautiful accent, and a gleaming, sincere smile. He had followed her like a puppy, trying to understand. It didn't seem to be the box, but it was her that heald the key to his life. Whether it was his forgotten one or his renewed one, Peter didn't care.
The box was pushed back from his mind as they leaned together in a hug, as their lips melded in a kiss. As their hands burhsed against each other or as their fleash leaned onto one another. They loved each other here and now, nothing about a forgotten life changing that.
She had stared at him the moment he walked in with her brother. Caitlin knew that he was special, in some ways more than others. When his wounds healed themselves, when he fought off every single person. He was special. But something back in Caitlin's mind always pestered her, making her heart ache. Somewhere back within Peter's old life there was definately a woman. A woman, a brother, anyone. He would leave once he found out. Caitlin always had thoughts of tossing the tattered box into the cracking flames, watching his old life disappear into the flickering embers. But she wouldn't. She'd feel as thought he was teasing her with loving kisses and hugs. Caitlin knew she couldn't be selfish that way. But she also knew that if Peter doesn't want his old life back...He'd be all hers.