darker_london | Spinny Thing (Aly, Peter) (Reply)

Aly had been sitting on the sofa for so many hours she had lost count. Most of her children had long gone to bed and the traffic on Prince Albert Road had slowed to silence. A silence which was broken by the welcome sound of car tyres on the gravel driveway.

Aly jumped up from her spot on the sofa, clicking off the flickering television as she went. Worry knotted her stomach, and when she threw the door open, even as her husband had been reaching for it, she didn't notice his stunned expression when she jumped into his arms. Aly had been sure he had been kidnapped. Taken by a demon or the Templar or an angel or or or. She had spent hours ignoring the television and imagining insane scenarios in her head. In one, Peter had been kidnapped and trapped in a box by a cockney nutjob, though to be fair, The Mighty Boosh had been on in the background. "Peter," she breathed, relieved.

"Aly..."

Aly felt Peter's arms wrap around her and she leaned her head against his chest. "I was worried. It's gone four in the morning! You hadn't called and you weren't answering your mobile!"

"I know," Peter said, his voice tinged with regret. Aly drew away from him and she sniffed his breath, an action which caused Peter to give her a strange look. "Is...this an interesting smell you're smelling?"

"You haven't been drinking," Aly pointed out, because now she knew he was safe, his alcoholism was the secondary worry. She was quite pleased he hadn't been drinking. It was only later she realised if he had been drinking, he wouldn't have driven home. Peter did not drive while drunk.

"Ah. No." Peter looked apologetic and Aly accepted his hands when he offered them. He had been coming home later and later and Aly had just assumed... "I'm not...struggling with that, Aly. This is...the visions. It's painful and when I see something happen, I have to try to arrange things to help the person I'm seeing..." Peter sighed and he rested his head against Aly's. "The visions are a bitch. And it takes up so much time and it's tiring and frustrating and quite depressing."

"Less of a bitch than you being taken by the Templar," Aly pointed out and Peter nodded.

"Yes...very true..."

Aly cupped his face with her hands and she smiled kindly up at him. "My darling Peter. I'm so sorry you're going through this. You should have told me to come get you. Or...to come help you at least. Come upstairs so I can fuss over you."

"It's late-" Peter protested. "The kids will wake up soon and they'll need things." That was what kids tended to do.

"I'll call Mama and Daddy and have them come pick them up in the morning. I am going to pamper you," Aly said firmly. Her voice invited no argument and she knew Peter would understand that. "You shouldn't go to work tomorrow. You should take the day off and sleep." Peter often had trouble with it, but Aly was putting her foot down.

"Can you angel me to sleep?" Peter asked, looking slightly whimsical. Aly laughed and swatted him.

"I'll something you to sleep," she said with a grin. And then she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh, Alyona," he breathed. "Best offer I've gotten in a long time."

Aly pretended to look offended. "What about that spinning thing I did two days ago! I practised that in the bath, you know! Best offer in a long time. Pffft. Ungrateful is what you are."

"I did like that spinning thing!" Peter looked amused and he allowed himself to be poked up the stairs and into their bedroom where Aly promptly removed his clothes and let him know just how relieved she was that he had, in fact, not been kidnapped.