darker_london | Man of Faith (Stuart, Abby) (Reply)

Stuart loved Peter's game room. A room dedicated to games? How wonderful was that!? In fact, he was having quite the time of his life staying at Peter's house. Not that his own house wasn't wonderful, and it had a studio, but Stuart was only good at chanting and he didn't think Spectre would appreciate him stealing the studio to record creepy church music.

Stuart was playing darts. It was a game Peter excelled at. In fact, he pretty much beat everyone he played against. Peter looked innocent, but he had been known to hustle people, playing intentionally bad at first and then kicking the crap out of them when it mattered. Stuart wanted to do that. But so far, he had managed to get most of the darts stuck in the wall. He was about to throw another one when Abby entered the room. "Hey?"

"GAH!" Stuart threw his dart in fear, and the little bugger wedged itself right in the bullseye. Stuart stared at it in disbelief, his arms dropping limply to his sides. "Oh my blessed eyes..." Stuart whispered.

"What are you doing?" Abby asked, eyebrows raised. "Are you attacking the dartboard?"

"Apparently I am only good at darts when I'm frightened out of my gourd. Interesting little anecdote, that. How are you, Abigail?"

"Fine. I wanted to ask you a question actually. I was going to ask you at work, but it was your day off. Obviously you spent it constructively." Abby winked.

"Oh yes. I have been very successful at failing." Stuart stepped over to Abby and he kissed her forehead. "What's troubling you, Beautiful."

"I was just...wondering. When everyone else in the house was having nightmares...you weren't. Do...is...do you know why?"

Stuart shrugged. "I don't have a definitive reason, though I have a few theories."

"We were all dreaming about our worst fears. Do you not...have any?" Abby was glad he hadn't experienced what she had. But she did wonder too what it might mean for someone who had no fears at all...that was worrying too."

"Of course I have fears, Abigail. I fear losing you and Mara. But I lost my parents and my brother to a car crash when I was young and I lived my entire life almost with the faith that God has a plan. Even now, I believe He does, even if the proof is even harder to find once you know the things we do. If you were taken from me, I would grieve. But my sadness would be for me. You and Mara would be in a better place. Thomas has confirmed that. He's said that once you're there, you don't regret things. Maybe it's not the same when you are brought back, but there, you feel wonderful. So yes, I fear it. But it isn't something that plagues my mind. I suppose it just isn't something that is present enough for someone to turn it against me..."

Abby blinked, but then she smiled. "You're weird!" Though it made her feel calm to know that Stuart wasn't a panicky person. "I like that you have faith that things will be okay, Stuart."

"I do too." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "When something bad happens, we work through it. When someone dies, there's always the upside that they go to a wonderful place. The world is not as dark as it sometimes seems. And even when it is, there's always something to appreciate. The reason we worry is love. The reason we fear is love. The reason we smile is love. The reason we laugh and hug and cry...it's all love. Which I just can't believe to be a bad thing."

Abby nodded against his chest. "Come make love to me."

"Bullseye!" Stuart cried and Abby laughed and poked him in the chest.