darker_london | Klaus gets around (Peter, Abby)

Peter was hiding from his wife when Abby found him in his office. He Did Not want to have a conversation about having another kid because he didn't want another kid and he knew Aly did. He had no idea how to reconcile that kind of a thing, and so he was avoiding it like a pussy. At least he accepted that that was exactly what he was. He was also in a terrible mood. Hiding was probably a good idea.

Abby poked her head inside his office and she frowned at him. "I hope to Christ you aren't planning on drinking that," she siad, indicating the bottle of whiskey he had out on his desk.

"It's unopened," Peter replied. "I keep having headaches and Ken said either stop drinking or start being drunk all the time because this in between shit I've been doing is helping no one." Peter sighed. "So I'm having a fight with it. It doesn't want to be dumped down the drain, and I don't want to drink it, so there it sits." And then he looked up at Abby. "I did lie about that 'I don't want to drink it' part."

"Yes, I figured," Abby said. She moved over to pull the whiskey off of his desk and she moved over to his bathroom so she culd dump it down the sink. "Dr Abby's in the house, though. Have no fear." She smiled at him as she dumped out his drink and Peter fought the urge to claw through her to get a few drops before it all disappeared into the London pipe system. "Though you might have wanted it after I tell you this."

"Oh fuck, what?" Peter asked, looking harrassed. She didn't want his sperm too, did she?

"I did the medical history on our patient, Noah Greenway? And I found out something-"

"Isn't that doctor patient confidentiality?" Peter interrupted. He didn't want to get sued.

"What I am about to say is a matter of public record, thank you," Abby shot back. "Noah's father is one Professor Ben Greenway of London University. And his father? Is Klaus Kempf."

Peter stared at Abby for a full thirty seconds before he finally managed to say, "how many people did my father fuck while he was married to my mother?!"

"Actually," Abby walked forward and she showed him a copy of Ben's birth certificate, "Klaus fucked her before he was married to your mother. Ben is older than Liz."

"Oh Jesus," Peter buried his face in his hands and he groaned. "Abby...can you please find out if my father had any more children? I'm starting to think this shit is hereditary."

"What shit?"

"Oh," Peter looked up, "you know, having nine thousand children with nine thousand women."

"Sore spot, Peter?" Abby asked wryly.

"Argh, don't...don't ask." Peter sighed and he looked down at the birth certificate. "God, I wonder if he even knew Klaus. I wonder if Klaus spent time with him the way he did with Jeremy. All this stuff I didn't know about my father keeps turning up, though the fact that he didn't spend much time at home is starting to make a lot of sense. He didn't have time if he had all these families all over the place."

"My father was Bernard Littleton," Abby pointed out. "Believe me when I say I get it. Do yo want me to tell Ben he's related to you?"

"No," Peter shook his head. "If it's the same Ben I'm thinking of, he's the father of one of Lydia's friends. I met him once but it was a while ago. I'll talk to him myself. Abby...is Noah alright?"

Abby smiled. "It was touch and go there for a while, but he's okay. And your nephew. Who knew, right?"

Peter laughed once and then he shook his head. "Who knew."

Klaus had known. And he hadn't said a word, even after Peter had asked him about Jeremy. What else had Klaus kept from him? Beyond apparently everything. "God, I should probably go talk to my wife."

Abby laughed and she headed for the door. "Yeah, you probably should."