A/N: Okay, I know it's been a while. Honestly, this one I've actually been meaning to get around to for at least the past few months. Between trying to write in other fandoms and my constant on-again/off-again groundation from the internet, it's been a bit of a problem. Oh, and the glaring lack of YGO lately. Because of my glaring lack of money. Ick. Well, forgive me in advance for the insertion of an OC, but it was all I could come up with. Besides, Psyche and the secret subplot were gathering virtual dust, so I had to use them somewhere. So, uhm, here are the next two chapters, then.

Oh, god.

Catherine, oh god, you showed up.

What am I supposed to do? Cry? Hug you? Drop at your feet and beg mercy? On second thought, never mind, I'm doing all three. It's amazing you're letting me hug you, letting me touch you, after all that shit I put you through. Yet, you're letting me, and you're even hugging back.

We can put the past behind us, can't we?

I can't help myself, I can't let go of you. God, your hair's as smooth as I remember, and your beautiful skin soft to the touch.

I know, I haven't even said anything, neither of us have. But then, do we really have to? God, it's been so long. I've missed you. I just keep hugging you, and...

...is your hand sliding up to my face?

God, Catherine, don't do that. Don't ruin the moment. No, don't do it, it's not worth it. Your hand is frozen on my face god, why'd you do it? You know I'm hideous now, that's what drove us apart before, why'd you do it?

I just pull you tighter, pressing your supple body against my own, and I can feel your...

Wait.

Something's wrong.

Okay, so it's a dream. No big deal. I'll just wake up and come crashing back down to reality and open my eyes and

"GAH!"

In stereo.

I stared at him, and he stared at me, then he slowly took his hand off my face, and we both sort of untangled ourselves from each other, silently and without breaking eye contact.

He broke the silence by stating the obvious that I definitely wasn't his Cynthia.

No kidding.

I nodded, still staring, and agreed that he definitely wasn't my Catherine either.

Well, that cleared itself up nicely.

He blinked and put on the biggest, falsest grin I've seen in a long time, announcing loudly that he really needed a drink and offered me one as well. I took him up on it, because come on. After something like that, who wouldn't?

The smile still stuck to his face, he poured two really freaking big glasses of red wine. As if that wouldn't be enough of a buzz, I whipped out my flask - wasn't sure, but I think I had vodka in it that time - and spiked what he gave me.

Not that I'm a hopeless binge-drinker or anything, but that was just wrong.

Really wrong.

Regardless, he sort of stared at me when I poured my... whatever the hell was in my flask that day into the wine. It was almost like, WTF, you're ruining the perfect drink. But then again, this was Pegasus J. Crawford I was dealing with.

I had to keep reminding myself of that.

I just kind of shrugged and took a swig of my concoction.

After a little bit, we were both pretty shitfaced, and the awkwardness of the morning had sort of blown over. I can't even remember if we really talked or anything.

Anyway, he was on his third glass or something, and I'd given up and resorted to the straight flask stuff.

Then, I got to thinking, though, that drunk people are crazy, and crazy people are brilliant, so I told him we should totally start planning while we were still smashed.

Granted, only someone who was smashed would say that, but it's okay.

He hiccupped and nodded, saying that we should start with what doesn't work.

Wow, that makes perfect sense. I didn't think of that when I was sober.

You gotta keep in mind that I'd been bleeding and such before, but still. I mean, I'm always crazy. But drunkenness is an enlightened crazy or something, I decided.

So, anyhow, we kept drinking and talking about the resources we'd already exhausted the hard way, most of which were things that sane people wouldn't have thought of. But then, if we were sane, would we have been doing this at all?

Thud.

We both looked back at the door, which was wide open. Pegasus smirked and asked if we had another conspirator already.

The figure at the door said that whatever it was, she was in.

Okay, what now? I stumbled over to the person, evidently female, to figure out what the hell she was doing. Somehow, she seemed familiar...

She nodded and said my name. It's sort of a blur, but I think I asked how she knew me. Then I kind of squinted, trying to focus my poor drunken self to figure things out and--

OH MY GOD IT'S MY BABY SISTER.