A/N: ... Well. Looks like the episode "Orphaned" has taken a sharp twist to this story.

Well... Peter may be going crazy... Again.

But in this new drabble, I will prove that his heart and soul completely belongs to one person, one person he swears his life to... Lydia.

Sooo, fitting in with the TWIST, enjoy! :)

Obviously takes place after the episode.

Chapter 10: Still connected

Peter left the bewildered Kate behind to think, only to feel a sudden, strange tighten in his chest, like his heart was being clenched in someone's hands.

Peter didn't need a hint, he knew this feeling all too well. Something was wrong... With Lydia.

Her being his first priority, he abandoned the abandoned building.

Lydia's silent call to him lead him to the police station.

Peter wasn't very fond of police officers, but he was willing to take the risk, just to find Lydia and comfort her, again.

The feeling he felt was worse than any other sad feeling he felt from her.

Peter walked in, and Lydia was sitting on one of the benches.

She was alone, and all the police officers were too busy into their own work.

The tear-stained Lydia looked up at him.

Her sadness and pain felt like being stabbed a thousand times, something was really hurting her.

Peter slowly came to her, and she stood, tightly wrapping her arms around him.

In less than a minute, he could feel her tears staining his shirt.

Lydia continued to cry brokenly.

Peter wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her outside.

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"Meredith is dead." Lydia said.

"Who is that?" Peter asked, confused.

"She was another banshee. It's all my fault. She's dead, and it's all my fault." Lydia said.

"No it wasn't." Peter said.

"You don't know that. You weren't there!" Lydia said.

Peter stopped the car, putting in park beside her house, and looked at her.

"Lydia. How many times do we need to go through this? You can't beat yourself up for all of this." Peter said.

"I told you a week ago I wanted nothing to do with this. Has it gotten better? No. In fact, it's getting worse." Lydia said.

Peter thought for a minute. "You said I was the only one who made you feel normal."

"Yes." Lydia agreed.

Peter leaned over to kiss her, "Then for the next 8 or 9 hours, you need to forget about everything. Imagine life before all of this. Imagine peace, imagine... Us." Peter said slowly and quietly, his lips brushing against the side of her face.

Lydia's eyes were closed in thought,

Peter felt her relax, "Now. You just need to get some sleep, and make that thought, become your dreams."

"Will you stay?" Lydia asked.

"You know I will." Peter answered her.

When they made it to Lydia's bedroom, Lydia laid down, Peter joining her, and she turned to him, curling into his warm and protective embrace.

Not long after, she was asleep.

Peter watched her, having no thoughts whatsoever to leave her side.

That pesky feline could wait. (Kate)

Lydia was what mattered now. He had devoted his life to her.

She would always be put first... Always.

A/N: Well here it is. I hope Peter doesn't get too carried away with Kate. I hope he will kill her, for sure this time :)

So, leave some reviews, I will see you all next week!

~Wolflover235