darker_london | Coming back together (Peter, Deirdre)

Deirdre had heard about what had happened with Flynn and Quinn and Tristan and she didn't want to think any more. Not about sad things. She wanted to think about Peter. Peter who was going to be fine. Peter who had survived cancer for the second time (if one would really call what he had gone through the first time as 'surviving' it...) and who was going to live to fight another day. Peter who was more a father to her than anyone on the planet, including her father and step-father.

Deirdre let herself into his house, pushing the heavy oak door aside easily, gifted as she was with demon strength. "Peter!" She called, closing the door behind her. "WHERE ARE YOU!" Deirdre's incredible voice could carry over the mountains and it certainly carried up to Peter's room on the second floor. Peter entered into the hallway, his eyes wide.

"I'm...up?" He said, as she climbed the stairs to reach him. "You're lucky you didn't wake up my babies." Peter said when she reached him, but he didn't look angry in the least. Slightly pale and a little ill, thin and drawn, but not angry. His expression was thoroughly patient Peter.

"Are your babies due to wake up any time soon?" Deirdre asked, glancing past Peter into the bedroom where the nursery lay just beyond.

"Most likely no." Peter retreated back into the room for a second and he grabbed the baby monitor. He held it up for her with a smile to show it was fine to go somewhere else to talk. "Is something the matter, Deirdre?"

"No!" Deirdre grabbed his hand and she pulled him into the telly room. Once inside, she pushed him down onto the big comfy sofa and she sat beside him, her legs crossed, and she turned so she was facing him. "Hi!"

Peter's expression faded to one of mild confusion, but he still held up a hand and wiggled his fingers at her in greeting...even though she had already been in his presence for several minutes. "Are you sure everything's alright?"

"Yeah! Okay. No. I missed you." Deirdre sighed and she leaned her head back against the sofa. "And I feel like...I was here to take care of you when you were sick and everything. But...I haven't been letting you in lately. I haven't been telling you things."

Peter nodded gently. "I know, Deirdre."

"And that's just because I didn't want to make you all more sick and stuff. But...I miss you and I want you to tell me what to do again. I slept with a boy, Peter!"

Peter blinked. "Er...what boy? Do I need to invest in another shovel?"

Deirdre giggled and she lifted her head to meet his eyes. "No, it was just Flynn. And it's okay, it was to help me. So I know boysex isn't scary. Renee and Kait and Quinn are fine. About...that. But there's more because I thought I was pregnant and I was glad when I wasn't. Which made the whole...having had an abortion thing...easier. I know for sure I made the right choice. And there's so many other things I just haven't said because you had enough to deal with-"

"Deirdre." Peter reached out and he gently took Peter's hand. "I want you to tell me anything you want. I want you to confide in me. You're not a burden to me, Deirdre. I'll listen to anything you have to say, big or small. Even if you think it's insignificant. Nothing you is insignificant to me."

Deirdre grinned and she ducked her head shyly. He always made her feel all warm inside. "I really like making egg rolls...?"

"I love eating egg rolls! This is something we should do together Deirdre, you making, me eating."

Deirdre laughed and she poked Peter in the arm. "You realise you just ordered yourself a lifetime supply of egg rolls, yes?"

"Oh yes." Peter looked gleeful.

"I uhm...I was also avoiding you a little because...it's...hard. Hard to see you sick. It was hard to know you could die. And I'm not...I'm no good with that."

"I know, Deirdre. It's alright. You were there for me when I needed you. I only wish I could have been there for you."

Deirdre smiled and she leaned in to kiss Peter's cheek. "I'll never do it again."

Peter smiled warmly and he gave Deirdre's shoulder a squeeze. "How is the theatre?" Peter asked, knowing Deirdre loved to talk about it.

"Oh my god awesome! Thomas and David are money in the bank, I shit you not. And the set and the lights are the bomb, fo shizzle."

"Did...you just say 'fo shizzle'?" Peter asked, looking distressed.

Immediately Deirdre collapsed into giggles. "It's funnier when you say it!!"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Yes!" Deirdre said, pointing at him to drive the point home. "Oh Peter! I love you!"

"I love you too. Even if you are inherently odd." Peter winked at her. "Why don't you tell me about your classes. And you should probably leave the jive slang out of it."

Deirdre snorted. "Not on your life." She said, relieved he still had one.