See Chapter 1 for info & warnings
I am intense, I am in need,
I am in pain, I am in love.
~Indigo Girls "Blood and Fire"
When Doyle woke up, he silently cursed himself for ever falling asleep. Glancing at the clock, he noted that it had been roughly an hour since they started the ritual. /She's probably fighting Mordred by now,/ he realized, feeling suddenly sick to his stomach. /Maybe if I had been awake.../ But Doyle knew there was nothing he could have done either to help or stop her from going. He would only have been in the way.
He had the distinct feeling that even her safe return wouldn't mean a happy reunion. Erin liked being alone. She liked the freedom of it and the lack of emotional ties, the ability to go wherever she wanted and do whatever she wanted without worrying who she would be hurting.
Doyle punched his pillow and cursed to himself.
/Erin's not going to want to settle down and get comfy with some guy she's known for a couple of weeks,/ Doyle reasoned. /You're fooling yourself if you think any different. Get over it now and save yourself a scene when the time comes./ But he knew it wouldn't be that easy.