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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
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It would be another two years before Eric would see Pam again.
True to his word Godric had allowed Eric time away from their hunt to search for Pam, but it had soon become apparent that she was no longer in France.
Worse: that she was no longer in Europe.
It galled him that he had finally found her only to lose her again so quickly, but his Maker had been firm: Pam was not to be involved. If she had left Europe he was not allowed to call her back to him.
He had had to give up his search, at least until the end of the war when it became clear that they were no closer to locating their enemy.
Godric had set him free once more and the first thing he had done was follow Pam's trail to America, where he had found her in a diner of all places.
In hindsight, approaching her in such a public place was probably not the smartest idea, but he had been unable to resist.
It had been so long since he'd seen her and he had missed her more than he cared to admit.
Once more, however, he was happier to see her than she was to see him: he realised the nature of her feelings too late and was rewarded for his oversight by her throwing a drink in his face.
The pair had then exchanged heated words in front of a rapt audience before she had stormed out. Eric had had no choice but to follow her: he'd let her go once, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
Which was how Eric found himself in his car, following along behind Pam as she marched angrily down the sidewalk and feeling like a complete fool.
"Pam, get in the car," he growled as she waited impatiently for the lights to change.
"Go to hell."
"You are making a scene."
She shot him a dark look, "Not as big as the one you just made," she shot back.
Eric ground his teeth, "That was different, you were being…difficult."
Pam stared at him, hands on her hips, "I was being difficult? You left me, Eric, in some cheap hotel room five years ago. You can't just pop back into my life and expect everything to go back to way it had been before."
"I'm your Maker," he reminded her in a low tone.
"F*ck you," she shot back as the lights changed and she crossed the road with the other pedestrians.
Eric watched her go with his eyes narrowed as he waited for the lights to change; the moment they turned green he sped after her.
"Get in the car," he repeated, once he came level with her again.
This time Pam merely lifted her chin higher and kept walking, he thought about ordering her but decided that would only make things worse. He glanced at her again and decided to try a different approach.
"You'll ruin your shoes."
She paused and looked back at him over her shoulder; he raised his eyebrows. She glowered at him but made her way over to the car anyway; she got in with very little grace and slammed the door.
"That's my girl," he told her, earning another glare from Pam; his lips twitched and he drove off.
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A/N: The line about her ruining her shoes comes from Legally Blonde and seemed like such an Eric/Pam moment that I couldn't resist using it! :P