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A/N: This was just a random idea that occurred to me while I watched the latest episode. It takes place in Ireland, just after Ricky tells Peter his name.

Peter.

His name was Peter.

He sat by the fire, staring into it as he attempted to unravel the mystery of his past. Caitlin and Ricky had long since gone to bed after cleaning up the mess that he – Peter – had made while defending Caitlin from those thugs.

"Get some sleep, Peter," Ricky had said before leaving, reminding Peter who had control and who didn't. Peter clenched a fist in his lap. He needed answers, sooner rather than later. Suddenly feeling stuffy in the hot room, he stood up and left the pub, grabbing one of Ricky's jackets to shield himself from the endless rain. Outside, he wandered around for a while, finally finding himself at the nearest church. After some deliberation, he made his way inside. Due to the late hour, it was practically empty, except for one old man who was asleep in the back pew. Glancing at him, Peter made his way to the front of the church and looked up at the cross.

"Hi," he said, his voice echoing through the room. "I'm not sure if I go to church a lot, but I need answers, and you seem to be the guy to come to. Who am I? Why do I have these….these abilities? Was I born with them? Did you give them to me? I don't…..I don't understand why I have them. I mean, I'm not anything special." Peter sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "I need help," he said, kneeling in the aisle. Almost instantly, he felt an eagerness grow within him. The church doors burst open and a huge gust of wind blew the Bible that was seated on the podium, sending the pages turning. Peter stood up, raising one arm to shield himself as he approached the Bible. It had blown open to a Psalm:

Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed.

Psalm 82:3

Stunned, Peter looked up at the cross. The sculpture of Jesus stared at him.

"This?" Peter whispered. "This is what you want me to do?"

Silence answered him, but Peter's heart began to pound with a familiar feeling of excitement. Yes, that was what he was supposed to do. Swallowing, he spoke again,

"I'll need your help," he said. Again, there was silence, but he felt a deep calm flood through his body. As the wind from the open door ruffled his hair, he smiled. "OK," he said. "It's a deal."

Turning, he made his way back to the pub. But this time, there was a spring in his step and a lopsided grin on his face.

Peter didn't know who he was……or where he was from, or anything like that.

But he knew what he had to do.

Hopefully this isn't too bad! Please review and tell me what you think, but no flames, please!