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Peter saves Lucy

Peter stormed from the Beale household, anger coursing through his veins. He faintly heard Lucy shouting for him, but he stormed down the Market and the blackness swallowed him up. He began to slow down as he approached the canal. He sat down on the bench and sighed. It had been about half an hour since he stormed out and the words were still going round his head, like a record stuck on repeat.

'You're the child I'm most proud of'... 'You're the child I'm most proud of'. Peter was still in shock at his own father words. He actually had the decency to put him down as a Market worker! He sighed and grabbed his phone as it vibrated in his pocket.

Sender: Dad

Come home. We can talk about this. Lucy's out looking for you.

Peter silently groaned and pocketed his phone, before he got to his feet and headed back to the Square, the anger slowly evaporating from his veins...

He was walking up the Market when it struck. He was calm enough to have a civil conversation with his Dad and sister and was going through possible scenarios of how the conversation would play out, when he was suddenly struck with a way of sickness. He gripped the wall, breathing heavily. There was only one time this happened and it would normally meant

Lucy.

Lucy was in trouble.

He staggered away from the wall, heading towards the Vic when the feeling weakened, which meant he was going to the wrong way. He turned and headed back the way he came from, breaking into a run that Mo Farah would be proud of. It led him to Walford Common, where the feeling nearly made him double over.

'LUCY? LOU?... LUCE?' Peter screamed, as he rushed through the branches, feeling them scratch his arms and face, tearing his jacket. He saw the silhouette of Lucy struggling with someone and broke into a run faster.

'LOU!' he screamed. His sudden scream interrupted his sisters attacker and the attacker fled, allowing Lucy to drop to the ground. He skidded onto his knees besides his twin.

'Lucy!' he gasped, his lungs burning as he choked in air. Lucy didn't respond. He turned her over and checked her pulse.

'No! Jesus! This isn't happening!' he choked. He put Lucy in the CPR position and performed on her. It was only after four goes that he felt her breath hitting his cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief, setting her into the recovery position and grabbed his phone, dialing for an ambulance.

'It's okay, Luce. I'm getting you an ambulance... Hello? Yeah, I need an ambulance... I need an ambulance to Walford Common! It's my sister, she's been attacked!... Okay, thanks!' He hung up and turned his full attention back to his sister, stroking her hair and speaking to her.

'Peter?' she whispered

'It's okay. The ambulance is on it's way' he told her

'I'm cold' she breathed. Peter shook his head and gathered her in his arms, rubbing her arms, trying to keep her warm.

'Don't say that, Luce! Don't say it! The ambulance is on it's way... I promise!' Peter told her, watching as her eyes started to flicker...

Ian rushed through the hospital corridors of Walford General, looking for Peter. He finally found him in a room, with Lucy, watching over her, holding her hand. Ian opened the door and stepped into the room slowly. Peter's head snapped to the door, nodding when he saw his Dad entering the room, before turning his attention back to his twin, who was asleep.

'What happened?' Ian asked, as he sat opposite Peter, looking at Lucy.

'All I saw was... Someone was trying to strangle her. I interrupted the attacker and the attacker fled... Lucy just hit the floor. I thought she was dead. I honestly thought she was dead...' Peter told him, his voice thick with emotion.

'It's okay. You saved her. She's alive' Ian said, smiling at his son. Peter managed a small smile and nodded.

'I was stupid. About earlier. I was stupid. I'm proud of both of you... I know I don't really say this a lot, but you're the rock of this family. Everyone else is just clinging on... Lucy ran out, after you. She may not show it, but she care about your feelings. You know her better than me, just she knows you...' Ian said, making Peter nod.

'It's okay. Really, it's fine... I forgot all of it when I sensed Lucy been hurt' Peter admitted. Ian nodded in understanding.

'I'm sorry, though' Ian said

'Alright. I forgive you' Peter chuckled, smiling to reassure Ian he meant it...

It was two nights later and the Beale household was silent. The people of the house were asleep... Well, Ian, Denise, Bobby and Cindy were... Lucy and Peter, however, were awake. They had transformed Lucy's bedroom into a little den, using the sheets of her bed and other pieces of large material to create their own little sanctuary.

'Remember this?' Peter pointed to a picture of himself and Lucy in Devon, at a friends birthday party, causing Lucy to laugh.

'Yeah, I remember that! What about this one? That was before I left... When we got our results' Lucy remembered, wincing at that day. She had cheated on her exams and was told she would have to redo her final year. She didn't want that, so she left school and Walford behind and left to live in Devon. And it wasn't long before Peter followed her. They fell into silence for a few minutes, before Peter spoke.

'Why are you taking drugs?' he asked. He felt Lucy stiffen besides him.

'I just was... It made me forget... For a bit' there was something in Lucy's tone which told Peter he shouldn't push the matter further, so he didn't, not wanting to fight.

'Thanks for doing this... I felt like a little girl again' Lucy said, motioning to the den they had made

'It's okay... We should do this more often' Peter said, looking at her and trying not to wince at the fingerprint bruises what were imprinted on his twins skin.

'I'd like that' Lucy said, smiling. She yawned and pulled her comforter up around her.

'Want me to leave?' Peter asked. Lucy grabbed his arm and shook her head, a glint in her eye.

'Remember when we used to give Dad a heart attack when we were little? Whenever we did this?' Lucy said, smiling cheekily, making Peter laugh.

'Night, Luce' he said, setting the photo album on her bedside table, before settling down on his sisters bed, tugging some of the comforter away from his sister.

'Lucy, give me some quilt!' he said, making Lucy giggle and allow him some.

'Night, bro' she said, reaching for her lamp.

'Night Lou' Peter said, before darkness greeted his eyes and the dreams began...

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