Kites! (Peter, Thomas, Open to party people!)

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It was Thomas' 40th birthday. He was feeling a little strange about it, since he had been dead for fourteen of those 40 years and now he was alive again and he didn't know if it was weird to celebrate a birthday when you had been dead. But since there was no one who had experienced it that he could ask, he just remained silent on the issue. How upset could he be, really? Mara was back with them and she was alright, and Thomas couldn't ask for much more than that.

In the afternoon, Thomas left little James in the care of Flynn and he went to spend time with his best friend. Spectre was doing his rock star thing with Opeth, and Mary was probably with David. They were all meeting at his house later for a quick party before the night's concert. But it was quiet now and Thomas just wanted to be with Peter.

Peter was sitting outside on the roof, smoking lazily. Thomas stuck his head out the window and in place of a greeting, he said, "You know you're likely to have one of your vision seizures and fall to your grisly death if you keep coming out here..."

Ever since being brought back to life thanks to Peter giving up his immortality, Thomas felt a little bit like Peter, and Peter had known Thomas was approaching before Thomas had spoken. It felt to Peter rather like he was sneaking up on himself, which was more than a little strange. "I'll try to keep from spazzing off my roof. How are you, Birthday Boy?"

"Alright." Thomas pulled himself out of the window and he moved across the roof to take a seat beside Peter. "Are you feeling ill again?" Peter was smoking a joint, and he only did that when he felt too ill to eat otherwise.

"Mmm." Peter nodded. "And this morning I had lovely phantom smells. Smelled like someone burst a rotten egg in my room."

"Are you sure it just wasn't-"

"I'm sure." Peter said, before Thomas finished that sentence. "No one else could smell it and then I had a seizure. You know, I'm beginning to think this brain cancer thing is pretty serious?"

Thomas knew Peter enough to know he was just utilising his odd sense of humour there. "That's what they say in the brochures...." Thomas licked his lips then, worried. "Peter, aren't you supposed to be getting better?"

"I think it has to get worse before it gets better." Peter said with a shrug. "The doctors are still encouraging. They said this could happen. Phantom smells and sounds and everything. It's not as bad as it was last time." And it wasn't. The last time Peter had had cancer, he had been ten times worse off. Of course, he hadn't done anything to try and stop the tumour's progression, but Peter was thankful that this time wasn't nearly as bad. He still hadn't forgotten anyone's name despite the fact that yesterday he was sure it was 2006 for a period of twenty minutes until Lydia showed him a calendar.

"Well it's stupid." Thomas summed up.

"Hear hear." And then Peter passed his joint to Thomas.

"Uh...Peter?"

"Yeah, Thomas?"

"What are you doing?"

"Being mysterious. The chicks dig it. Take the damn thing, Thomas." Peter turned to look at his best friend who was giving him a deeply strange look.

"You know that's illegal, right?" Peter had a prescription, but Thomas did not.

"My daughter hasn't arrested me yet. And I got Stephie high. I've gone shady. Come on, smoking alone makes me feel like a freak." Peter probably wouldn't have pressed the issue, had he not already been quite high.

"This is peer pressure, you arse." Thomas said with a laugh. He did what Peter asked though. What harm could it do. And it was his birthday. He had the right to do things he wouldn't normally do. Soon there would be another little baby. He would be busy being a dad. It was now or never.

Peter watched Thomas take a hit and when Thomas coughed and exhaled, Peter smiled lazily at him. "It feels kinda burny but nice, hmmm?"

"Something like that..." Thomas inhaled again, and then passed the joint back to Peter. "So, oh high and mighty one, what do we do now?"

"I like clouds." Peter informed Thomas.

Thomas snorted and he clapped Peter on the back. "Sounds like your head's already in them there, Peter."

"Shhhhhhhhhh! No! I mean I look at them."

"Your life is just filled with fascinating things, isn't it?" Thomas winked, though he knew it was. Peter Kemp had accomplished more than a lot of people had, it was just that he was slightly waylaid by a tumour.

"Whatever, they're fluffy. I can't do anything else. I can't translate because I forget the tne...the tne...tenses. I forget the tenses. And I can't fight because I'll just vomit all over the bad guys-"

"Actually, I think that'd be pretty effective..." Thomas pondered.

"And I can't really do anything else! I'm useless!" Peter threw his hands up in the air. "Deirdre didn't tell me she was goin' to Sweden and then Paris where she almost jumped off a blal...a thing. And I didn't know David was cheating on his wife all over the plot and I didn't help find Mara and I can't even eat without getting high." At that, Peter was overcome by a fit of giggles, which was joined in no time by Thomas.

"You're right! You're inept!" Thomas squealed, taking the joint back so he could have another drag. "Peter Kemp is inept!"

"Well don't yell it, Thomas." Peter admonished him, putting the joint out on the roof, but he burst into giggles again. "My brain growth made my bedroom smell like farts!"

"Farts!" Thomas leaned back on the roof, laughing up to the sky. "Whoa, the clouds are fluffy..."

"Like Santa's beard." Peter said, as if that statement was somehow philosophical.

"Ooooh." Thomas turned his head and he kissed Peter's hip. "Hey, Peter? You think we'll be old together?"

"Yeah." Peter nodded and he reached his hand down to run his fingers through Thomas' hair. He was momentarily distracted because it was so soft, but eventually he finished his thought. "I think we'll be together forever. With Aly and Adrian and Mary too."

"Wouldn't want to do it without them." Thomas nodded. "Dude, your hair is so funny!" And he was overcome by giggles again.

"Leave off my hair!" Peter said, shocked, but now that he had started, he couldn't stop and eventually both of them found themselves in a pile of Peter and Thomas, doing nothing more constructive than giggling and occasionally making a funny face to set the other off again. Eventually Thomas looked at his watch and his eyes widened.

"Peter! We're going to miss my 'you're old' party! Get off me, Phantom Fart Smeller! We have to go!"

Peter rolled off of Thomas, and he let Thomas help him up. "We'll run, that's what we'll do! We'll get there in no time!"

By the time Thomas and Peter arrived at the party, they were both breathless, and still quite high. Thomas opened the front door and announced, "we're hoooooommmmeeeeeee!" And then he burst into giggles again. It was going to be an interesting party...

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"Oh, honey...." Peter bent down to help Tasha clean up the mess, expertly avoiding the lude comments from Stephie.

Aly, who had been chatting with Abby, heard that Peter was here and she entered the room with arched brows. "Oh dear..." She said, noting at once that her husband was high and that Thomas was too.

"It's a party!" Peter grinned and he straightened up to hug his wife, once he had deposited the jelly mess in the garbage. "Oh, I missed you."

"Keep it in your pants!" Thomas yelled at them with a grin. And then there was a knock at the door and Thomas danced to open it. "JOE! Hey, it's my big brother Joey!"

Joe laughed as Thomas pulled him into a hug and then he gave the room a strange look. "Is he high?" He asked them.

"He is!" Thomas answered. "Peter pressured me!"

Joe swivelled his eyes to Peter. "First you deflower my baby brother and now you get him high?"

"Urk!" Peter yelped and he hid behind Aly.