Lydia groaned as she slowly woke up to the sun shining brightly on her face. She knew waking up completely would make her lose the warmth and peaceful feeling so she kept her eyes closed and snuggled closer into the blanket. The warm, breathing blanket...? Lydia jerked her eyes open to work out where she was and who she was with. She had entered into fugue states many times before, but never had she woken up in someone else's bed. She lifted her head of the shoulder of the man she was sleeping on and slowly looked at his face.

Deputy Jordan Parrish was lying on his back, one arm underneath Lydia's body, giving his bicep as her pillow and the other resting on her thigh which was strewn over his abdomen. For a brief moment, Lydia freaked out. How had she gotten into Jordan's house and into his bed? A quick body check confirmed that she was wearing her pajamas still. The shorts and singlet shirt were firmly attached to her body and had hopefully remained that way the whole night. Lydia looked at her watch to see that it was 7:45am. It's with shock that she noticed that she had slept for 8 hours in one night. That's the most she had slept since Allison and Aiden's deaths. Her sleep was plagued with dreams of them dying, her thoughts clogged with their thoughts as they passed on, both about her.

Even though she had no clue how she had gotten to Parrish's house or into his bed, for some odd reason she felt safe. She didn't remember having any nightmares last night, although she did vaguely remember dreaming about going for a hike. Obviously it wasn't a dream, but the reality of going to the Deputy's house. For one selfish moment, Lydia snuggled into Parrish, reveling in the warmth and safety his arms contained. His strong arms unconsciously squeezed around her, offering her more security even in his sleep. After a while, Lydia knew she had to wake him up and find out if he knew what happened.

"Parrish..." Lydia said gently, shaking the man awake.

Parrish mumbled something incoherently, before turning himself and Lydia over until he was on top of her, still asleep. His face was pressed into the crook of her neck, while his arms were wrapped around her waist, making her arch uncomfortably off the bed.

"Deputy Parrish..." Lydia tried again, a bit more firmly this time.

"Hmmm... Ly... Lydia?" Parrish said in confusion as he lifted his head from her neck. Green eyes met hazel as he slowly took stock of the situation.

Lydia knew the moment their current position registered in his mind by the blush that lit up his cheeks and ears. He unceremoniously pulled his hands out from under her and rolled off the bed and onto his feet.

"Lydia! How did you get in here? What are you doing?!" He demanded, seeming more shocked than angry.

"I don't know." Lydia admitted softly. "Last thing I know, I was going to sleep in my own bed at home and I woke up here... I think I might have had a banshee moment. Maybe? Didn't it wake you up when I let myself into your house?"

"I didn't hear a thing. I'm usually a very light sleeper so this is odd." He replied while rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt. Lydia took his distraction as a chance to trace the sculpted lines of his body with her eyes. He truly was a good looking man. Hot wasn't exactly the word to describe him. He was too friendly and safe-looking to be hot.

'Beautiful.' Lydia thought to herself as he turned around to face her again, now covered by a shirt.

"Is there a dead body here? Am I going to die?" He asked seriously, getting down to business.

"I don't think so. I don't feel anything threatening about this house or about you future. I don't sense any death here. I don't know why I'm here or how I got here." Lydia admitted before standing up from the bed and looking out her window to see her car wasn't here. She must have walked over 10 miles in her pajamas, bare-foot.

The Deputy's soft voice brought her out of her thoughts. "That's alright. We can work this out later. I should probably take you home. Your mother must be worried sick."

Lydia gave a sardonic snort. "She probably hasn't even realised I'm gone yet."

The Deputy eyed her warily, unsure if he should dispute the statement or let it pass. Obviously he decided to let it go as he began rooting through his wardrobe.

"Here's a jacket to wear. You must be freezing." He told her as he passed her a large, woolen coat.

Lydia smiled at him gratefully before muttering quietly to herself, "I don't know how anyone could be cold when snuggling with you."

The Deputy seemed to choke on his own spit, revealing that he had obviously overheard her. He blushed again before walking to the door.

"I'll be downstairs. I'll make some breakfast and then drive you home." He said, trying to close the door quickly and firmly without looking like he was running away.

Lydia smiled to herself.