darker_london | Fare thee well... (Thomas/Peter and Lydia)

Peter was listening to The Cure, recommended by both Tasha and Renee. And he was loving it. He was sitting in his chair, moving his head to the beat as he wrote about the terrible crimes against mankind the Templar had committed. It was quite a contrast... But anything that was keeping Peter sane was definitely a good.

And speaking of keeping Peter sane, one of the people was undoubtedly best at that, came dancing into the room in perfect rhythm as he ever had. Thomas shook his arse over to Peter's side and then he stood there, looking terribly sexy as he danced around to 'Just Like Heaven'.

Peter laughed and he put away his notes. "Is this like...a show Peter what he can't have dance?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Absolutely." Thomas said, continuing to dance. "I called your other exes, but they're all arseholes and they didn't want to come. I figured you wouldn't have been too broken up about not having them anyway!"

"You figured right." Peter wrinkled his nose up, thinking of the people he'd been with in the past. Yikes. "Thomas...what are you-?"

"OOH!" Thomas grinned as 'Friday I'm In Love' came on. And he started to sing. Thomas could dance extraordinarily well. He could not sing. Thomas had no sense of pitch. And Peter had once been a chorus master. He could hear wrong notes a kilometre off.

"NO!" Peter jumped up, slapping his hand over Thomas's mouth. "No singing."

"Mmmoootthhhuurrfuueerrr!" Thomas shouted into Peter's hand.

"You should be glad my mother didn't hear that!" Peter said with a grin. "If I take my hand away, do you promise no singing?"

"Eeerrr!"

"Do you promise?!"

"Eeess." Thomas said and then he glared at Peter. "Aarryy oooeerrr."

What?" Peter pulled his hand away from Thomas's mouth.

"Party pooper!" Thomas said, pointing at Peter. "You are a big-haired, party pooper." But Thomas was grinning and he grabbed Peter, swinging him a round in a funny dance step which only managed to make Peter slightly ill.

"Why...is there a party?" Peter asked, placing his hand over his stomach and then turning off the music to ensure that there would be no more dancey incidents.

"Spectre!" Thomas said happily. "There's a party because of Spectre. Peter! I make him happy!" Thomas grinned and he wrinkled his nose up cutely. "I do! Me! Thomas!"

"Yes! I know you're Thomas!" Peter laughed and he couldn't help but soak up a little of Thomas's good mood. Thomas was just that way. You couldn't help but be happy around him. "And I'm glad you made Adrian happy. What did you do?" Peter asked, finally taking a seat again. Thomas said down right beside Peter, pulling Peter's legs into his lap. Peter didn't protest, he knew it was a moot point.

"I'm me. That makes him happy. Peter. He said he wants to be with me always! I didn't know that!"

Peter shook his head and he let out an amused chuckle. "Thomas. I think you're probably the only one that's going to be shocked by that information..."

Thomas blushed a little, looking up at Peter. "Really?"

"Yes. But I'm so glad it's made you this happy. You're adorable, you know?"

"I do." Thomas nodded. "I didn't think I''d get a forever. And now I have two. I have Mary and Spectre. Both of them. Peter...it feels so good, you know?"

"I do know." Peter said softly, thinking of his Aly. "I really do."

"And we had really great sex!" Thomas announced, knowing Peter was about to turn red and go mental any second.

"Okay, that's far enough!" Peter yelped, frantically trying to rescue his legs from Thomas's grip. But Thomas only held tighter, his grin wicked.

"I made him squeal." Thomas added for effect.

"NO, Thomas!!"

"Oh, Thomas!" Thomas screamed in a high-pitched voice which sounded nothing like Spectre in the least.

"No, Thomas, No!" Peter giggled, pushing at Thomas's hands. But it was hard when giggling. "You're like a big evil thing!"

"What sexes!" Thomas said, grinning from ear to ear.

"My legs are not your hostages!"

"They so are."

Lydia let herself into the room and she leaned against the wall, watching the show. Which was not an uncommon occurrence when her father and Uncle Thomas were in the room together. "Are you guys gettin' jiggy with it?"

Both men froze and then turned to look at the twelve-year-old who was watching them with raised eyebrows. And then at the same time, they both yelled, "He started it!"

"Go to your rooms!" Lydia yelled and then she giggled. "I ought to give you a time out!"

"We'll be good Lydia." Peter said glumly.

"Yeah, we'll be good." Thomas said, releasing Peter's legs.

"Speak for yourself, Sucker!" Peter jumped off the sofa, grabbed a pillow, which he flung in Thomas's general direction, missing by a mile, as he ran from the room, throwing Lydia over his shoulder as he made his escape.

"I don't want to be part of your silly games!!" Lydia squeaked.

"I'll get you for that!" Thomas yelled after Peter, standing to give chase.

"Later, Honey!" Peter whispered to Lydia taking the stairs two by two. He knew, however, that Thomas would catch up to him, and then he'd be in trouble. But the good kind, with laughing and good natured name calling. Peter reached his room, setting Lydia down on the bed, and then he regained his breath as he waited for Thomas to come through the door.

Any minute now.

Peter blinked and he stepped towards the door, expecting Thomas to jump out from behind it and give him a heart attack. But he didn't. "Thomas?" And there was no answer.

Lydia climbed off the bed and she ran into the hall too. "Uncle Thomas?"

Peter sighed then, shoulders drooping. Thomas played games, but he wouldn't hide away for long. He must have disappeared. Gone back to where he belonged with all the other dead people. In the middle of saying how happy he was. It seemed almost harsh. At least he'd be with his Mary. But wasn't he needed? For whatever was upcoming? God, the thought of facing it without Thomas chilled Peter to the bone, so he tried not to think about it.

Lydia turned to look at her father, frowning. "He went away, didn't he?" She asked softly.

Peter nodded. "He must have."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Lydia stepped forward, hugging Peter's waist. She knew how much Peter missed Thomas when he was off being all dead like he was supposed to be.

"Yeah. Me too." Peter smoothed his hands down Lydia's back, grateful for her presence. "Come on. I'll play a game with you, if you want."

"I will kick your arse at gin!" Lydia grinned devilishly.

"I do not doubt that." Peter winked and then he followed her to her room, checking behind him in the hallway one last time as he ducked inside the door.

Thomas just wasn't there.