News (Peter, Thomas, Open?)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

When Peter saw Thomas at the door, he practically flung himself at his best friend, which cased even then well-built Thomas to stumble back a step. Peter wrapped his arms around Thomas and he gave him a squeeze before finally breathing, "Thank fuckedy fuckfuckfuck."

Thomas snorted and he kissed the top of Peter's head. "Miss me, Babe."

Peter pulled away and he made a rather rude 'duh' face before reaching out and hugging Thomas again. "I've been terrified, Thomas. God...I'm so glad you're back."

"Heh. Me too. Me very too."

Peter straightened up and he pulled Thomas inside the livingroom. "When did you get back?"

"Couple hours ago." Thomas said, running his fingers through his hair. "I needed to just...I spent some time with Spectre, and then my family."

"Of course. Are you...what did they do, Thomas?"

"I was impaled." Thomas said, not dressing it up for Peter, because he didn't have to.

"Shit..."

"Yeah. Through the arse."

Peter blinked at that new revelation and then he turned slightly pale. "Because...of me?"

"They think we're shagging still, yes." Thomas said, picking up a throw pillow before sitting on the sofa, placing the pillow in his lap. "But it's hardly your fault. Robert's the one who fuckin' told 'em in the first place. I was only up there for about an hour but he was grovelling the entire time."

"As he should."

"Can't argue with that."

"Thomas..." Peter moved over to sit beside his best friend. "Will you be alright?"

Thomas nodded. "Got what I needed to get, didn't I?"

"I...don't know. ...Did you?"

"Oh right...the information." Thomas sighed and he turned to face Peter. "We have a spy. They were bringing up names...I have no idea how they got them. People like...well..Kat. Who isn't involved in this at all. It was..scary."

That hit Peter like a blow to the chest. That someone else was feeding these bastards information after everything they'd been through with them? It was unthinkable. And Peter didn't want to be betrayed by someone else. It hurt. "Right. Well...then you...you certainly did the right thing. We needed to know. Thomas...thank you. For doing what you did even though it must have been...horrible."

"Something like that, yeah." Thomas said softly. "You know you're always welcome."

Peter reached for Thomas's hand and he gave it a squeeze. "I do. And you should know the same. Want something to eat?"

Thomas nodded and he leaned his head on Peter's shoulder. "In a minute. Right now I'm...lapping. Lapping you up."

Peter giggled. "Well. I suppose that's very allowed."

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[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

Tasha was heading down to the kitchen to find herself a light snack when she heard voices from the living room. That was common enough, as they were a family that never failed to talk, but there was one voice in particular that stood out. "Thomas!" Tasha dashed into the room and fell to her knees before Thomas on the couch, taking his hands in hers. "You're back! Oh, thank fuck you're alright now!"

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Thomas smiled and he leaned up off of Peter's shoulder so he could hug Tasha. Rather than do it from the sofa, he slid to the floor on his knees so he could embrace her more easily. He slipped his strong arms around her and he held her tightly. "Hello, Sweetheart. I missed you."

Peter watched his best friend and his daughter with a little smile on his face. He loved that they loved each other so much. It made him happy. Slowly, he stood from the sofa and he made his way upstairs to fetch Mary.

[lady-with-thee.livejournal.com]

"I missed you too," Tasha spoke into Thomas' shoulder. "I missed you so much. Do you know how weird it is not having you here, and not having you there either?" She held Thomas quite tightly herself, well-trained muscles strong for her size. "I never want you to have to go away and suffer like that again."

Mary was writing, as she was often wont to do in quiet moments. In David's head, and in many others, she had kept journals, but since being cast out of David - and out of physical life - she had no longer done so. She had her LiveJournal, but although it had been right for David to keep his thoughts there, it wasn't so for her. It was the old-fashioned in her, that preferred a leather-bound, hand-written journal. There were so many memories that it was easy to simply write a stream of consciousness, even though it would probably prove terribly confusing to anyone else who tried to read it, except for David who shared the memories. Her original journals were scattered about the globe, left as clues for future incarnations of herself. She could reclaim them, with a lot of time and effort, but there were far more important things to do with the bulk of her time. So instead, she wrote, and it was this she looked up from when she heard Peter approaching.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to do it either, Sweetheart." Thomas said, turning his head so he could kiss Tasha's hair. "I really don't."

Peter walked over to the office and he knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar. "Mary?" He asked, pushing the door open. "Hi there. Thomas is back. He's downstairs."

[lady-with-thee.livejournal.com]

Tasha melted a little at Thomas' kiss, and felt herself relax more in his embrace. "Well, I'm glad we agree on that," she said with a smile.

Mary dropped her pen and was on her feet in an instant. She squeezed Peter's hand as she passed him, then hurried onto the living room where she added herself to what now seemed to be a steadily-increasing puppy pile of Thomas and women. "Thomas! Thank goodness you're back!"

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Thomas chuckled at Tasha and then he grinned widely as Mary added herself to the Thomaslovehug. He turned his head to kiss her hair too and he nuzzled her cheek with his nose. "Hi, Baby. Missed you. How have you been?"

[lady-with-thee.livejournal.com]

"Worried. Pining." Mary leaned in to gently kiss Thomas' lips, and Tasha sat back to let it happen. The teenager still held onto Thomas' hand though, while the lovers reunited. "Are you alright? I know you are physically, but everywhere else?"

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Thomas gave Mary a gentle look of pure adoration and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm alright. I wasn't. I mean, while I was there, I wasn't. But I'm okay now. They haven't taken anything from me. I wouldn't allow it." He squeezed Tasha's hand so she didn't feel like she was unwelcome or anything. "I'll tell you about it later, alright?" He wanted Mary to know everything.

[lady-with-thee.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Mary said with a nod. "Anything and everything. Is there anything I can do to help drive those terrible things away in the meantime?"

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Thomas finally seemed to realise he was in a peopleheap on the floor. In typical male fashion, the words that came out of his mouth were "I want food." His voice was semi-desperate. He wasn't hungry, as such. He couldn't be. But he liked eating and he'd missed it. "We could all have something. It'll be good. To take worry away."

[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, edible therapy," Tasha agreed. "Just the ticket." She hefted herself to her feet, then reached out to help Mary up as well. "Seeing as you're the man of the hour, Thomas, it seems appropriate that we ladies should cook something for you." She glanced at Mary. "I assume you can cook, what with the five hundred years and all..."

"Yes," Mary laughed lightly. "I'm perfectly well-versed with cooking, even if the modern apparatus sometimes leave a bit to be desired."

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

"I'll watch!" Thomas said happily, sounding very much like his old self, which was remarkable, really. "Peter! Come downstairs and help me watch!"

From upstairs, Peter yelled "OKAY!" even though he had no idea what he was watching. Thomas grinned and he followed Mary and Tasha happily in to the kitchen.