...
Although there are oceans we must cross
And mountains that we must climb
I know every game must have a loss
So pray that our loss is nothing but time
Till then, let's dream of what there will be
Till then, we'll call on each memory
Till then, when I will hold you again
Please wait till then
...
It would be two years, three months, six days, forty-eight minutes and twenty-two seconds (not that he was counting) before Eric would see Pam again.
He was in occupied France with his Maker, intent on capturing their quarry. Then it happened: a subtle shift in the wind causing a familiar scent to come his way, followed by a voice he knew almost as well as his own.
"Tell your fortune Sailor?"
He glanced down a side alley and saw her, standing proudly despite her surroundings and the dirty clothes she was wearing.
He forgot all about his Maker and the hunt and made his way towards her. She looked up as he approached and the young man who had obviously been interested in more than having his fortune told scampered away once he caught sight of his face.
He was so caught up in the sight of her that it took him a moment to realise that although he was delighted to have found her again her feelings were more mixed.
"Tell your fortune Soldier?" she asked, her voice holding a hint of sarcasm.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his tone rough from the guilt of what he had let her become.
"What does it look like?" she shot back.
"No child of mine becomes a whore," he told her.
"Then no child of yours should be abandoned," she replied, straightening her spine and glaring into his eyes.
"I never abandoned you I-"
"Left me behind," she supplied bitterly, interrupting him.
"For your own protection," he all but blustered in his defence.
"Well, I certainly feel protected, thank you," she replied sarcastically, making to go.
He caught her arm, "Pam…I'm sorry, I should have taken better care of you but there was no time. Godric-"
"I know," she said quietly, interrupting him again, "he's your Maker," she said simply. "I just wish you'd spared a thought for me before rushing off," she added with a sigh.
"I will never forget you again, Pam," he swore.
She narrowed her eyes as she regarded him, "Be careful that sounded like a promise."
"It was."
"I'll hold you to it," she warned him.
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
She continued to eye him suspiciously before relenting, "I believe you," she said finally.
"Come with me," he found himself saying before he could stop himself.
She hesitated.
"Pam-" he began, his voice taking on a pleading tone he didn't like, but she cut him off.
"I can't," she told him stepping back into the shadows.
"You what?" he demanded, his voice losing any semblance of pleading.
"I'm sorry," was all she said before she disappeared into the night.
Eric was about to call her back when Godric appeared at his side and he remembered why he had left her in the first place.
"It's too dangerous," Godric warned him.
"I know," Eric replied, still looking in the direction she had gone.
"We will search for her later, but we must not lose the trail," Godric told him, bringing him back to the task at hand.
Eric nodded and they left the alley.