Peggy didn't like the rain. She never had, the darkness, the clouds that settled over the island had proved to be the worst kind of melancholy, provoking fear of loss and sadness beyond measure. She couldn't think about losing her friends, about Calleigh's twins and Bridget's panicked voice and stricken face. The children had been a welcome relief but to say she wasn't terrified would be a lie. Peggy just couldn't bear the thought of losing more people but she had no idea how much it was going to break her Steve. The lightning took a part of him away with the others maybe but as her exhausted body was slammed awake by the sobbing shaking form of her love, the automatic response kicked in and she wrapped her arms around him, not really having much more than an idea about what he was feeling. "Shhh. What's wrong?" She held him tighter, moving to sit up in bed away from him. Peggy was exhausted but the shaking of his shoulders was more than important than five minutes of fitful sleep punctuated by the sound of rain as bullets. She just hoped the baby didn't wake up. Steve felt strangely small in her arms and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Steve?" She asked, "Talk to me."