darker_london | Visions (Peter, Robert)

Being back at Liz's house meant that Peter was back in the same house as Robert. It was good having him around, because after Thomas, Robert had been his male confidant for years. And while Abby had Thomas' memories now, she wasn't a guy. Not that you could say Peter or Robert were terribly guy-like either.

But Peter was kicking Robert's arse at darts for the 500th time in a row. "HA!" Peter's shout of triumph had followed a particularly arty throw where Peter had buried his dart only one millimeter closer to the bullseye than Robert's dart, just to prove he could. It had knocked Robert's dart off the dartboard.

"You didna have to knock me clear of the board, you brolly." Robert gave him a Look and he picked up his own dart. "I'm goin' to knock you clear now... Just you watch."

"Oh, I'd like to see that." Peter said whimsically. He didn't usually get competitive, but sometimes the ability to trashtalk was too good to pass by.

"Just you watch." Robert let his dart fly and it embedded itself well wide of any of Peter's darts and, indeed, the bullseye. "Damn and blast!"

"I do believe, dear Robert, that the kids nowadays would call that a Fail."

Robert chuckled and he made his way over to the sofa so he could sit. "Ah, probably. I should just accept that I do not have the magic touch like you."

Peter moved to sit beside Robert and he nodded, leaning back against the pillows. "Yes. But the one thing I'm good at doesn't exactly translate to being helpful in day to day life..."

Robert sighed and he shook his head in dismay. "The fact that you think the only thin' you're good at is darts, is perhaps the saddest thin' I've heard in a long time, Peter Kemp."

Peter started picking at the cuffs of his sleeves then and he looked at Robert in a slightly guilty fashion. "Er...what..what else am I good at?"

"Bein' an inspiration. Helpin' people. Important stuff. And you're not full of yourself, nor do you demand people acknowledge what you do. In fact, you prefer it when they don't. That's an amazin' thing."

"Ahhhhhhh bollocks." Peter said, though he was smiling. "If you say so."

"You forgave me, Peter."

"You erm...don't have to rehash the stuff I forgave you for." Peter muttered, looking uncomfortable. "You must think I'm pathetic. Messing up my life like this."

"Peter. I think your life is getting messed with, but I in no way think it's coming from you. Not at all. I wish...I wish I could make it better. But I can't." Robert patted Peter's knee. "Come on, I'll cook ya somethin' nice and fattenin'."

Peter smiled then and he nodded. "Alright. Sounds g-" Peter let out a soft cry, and then he bent forward with the force of a vision. It didn't knock him unconscious, but that just had the drawback of causing him intense pain, which he usually wasn't aware of. The entire time the pictures flashed in front of his eyes, Peter was screaming.

When the vision released it's hold, Peter found himself crumpled in Robert's arms. His head was fuzzy from pain and his vision was blurred. "Augh...Ro..there's a girl." Peter mumbled. "A girl in a box."

"A girl in a box?" Robert asked him, smoothing Peter's hair down. "What do you mean."

"Dunno. Ariana called. She...saw the same thing." Peter winced and then he sat up, one hand against his throbbing forehead. "I think...there's going to be more of them. But I don't know what I mean."

Robert wrinkled his nose in distaste and worry, and then he touched Peter's arm gently. "Tea?"

"God yes."