Lavinia and Mad Dog were sprawled on the sofa when Abby burst into their home without knowing first. Not that Lavinia would ever mind the presence of her children, knocking or no, but sometimes it was best to be careful... "My goodness, Abigail. If you had done that fifteen minutes ago, you wouldn't have liked what you saw..."

Betrayal )
Apparently 'I'm not a social worker' and 'I don't have time' meant nothing when Paul pulled the 'look'. Abby didn't think it was fair that just because one of her friends had been skewered in the midst of rescuing her boss' daughter, that suddenly meant he could get away with anything. What about her?! She had been battle fodder far more times than bloody Paul. She'd been slammed into walls and shot in the neck and yet here she was in her office on a Monday night, looking over a case file Paul had thrown together in two hours because he needed a 'favour'.

Whoa, Daddy... )
Apparently 'I'm not a social worker' and 'I don't have time' meant nothing when Paul pulled the 'look'. Abby didn't think it was fair that just because one of her friends had been skewered in the midst of rescuing her boss' daughter, that suddenly meant he could get away with anything. What about her?! She had been battle fodder far more times than bloody Paul. She'd been slammed into walls and shot in the neck and yet here she was in her office on a Monday night, looking over a case file Paul had thrown together in two hours because he needed a 'favour'.

Whoa, Daddy... )
Peter wanted to go home. He hated being in hospital, and he hadn't been home in a very long time. Abby had been called in to his room and when she arrived, she smiled companionably at him. "Peter, you wanted to talk to me?"

Not so jiggity-jig )
Peter wanted to go home. He hated being in hospital, and he hadn't been home in a very long time. Abby had been called in to his room and when she arrived, she smiled companionably at him. "Peter, you wanted to talk to me?"

Not so jiggity-jig )
A young girl entered Abby's office and for a moment when she looked up, Abby didn't recognise her. Then the full memory of this girl's fragile face, twisted in pain and fear, slammed into her. It wasn't her memory, it was Thomas'. Still, she shuddered against the impact, despite the fact that the girl didn't look scared or pained now. Now she was smiling in a little, self-satisfied way that made Abby genuinely uneasy. She had a feeling she was about to be asked something she didn't want to know about. "Paige?"

Offers )
A young girl entered Abby's office and for a moment when she looked up, Abby didn't recognise her. Then the full memory of this girl's fragile face, twisted in pain and fear, slammed into her. It wasn't her memory, it was Thomas'. Still, she shuddered against the impact, despite the fact that the girl didn't look scared or pained now. Now she was smiling in a little, self-satisfied way that made Abby genuinely uneasy. She had a feeling she was about to be asked something she didn't want to know about. "Paige?"

Offers )
Abby through her pencil across her office and it sailed past Stuart as he walked in. "Glad I didn't come in here three seconds earlier," he muttered, blinking at her. Then he bent to retrieve the pencil which had clattered to his feet after hitting the wall so perfectly on the point that the lead had broken off and flown to a location unknown, it's fate to be decided by a future vacuum cleaner. "I might have lost an eye."

Autumn Fire )
Abby through her pencil across her office and it sailed past Stuart as he walked in. "Glad I didn't come in here three seconds earlier," he muttered, blinking at her. Then he bent to retrieve the pencil which had clattered to his feet after hitting the wall so perfectly on the point that the lead had broken off and flown to a location unknown, it's fate to be decided by a future vacuum cleaner. "I might have lost an eye."

Autumn Fire )
Peter half-listened as they explained what poison he and his family had had inflicted upon them, but the name escaped his mind the second it was said. It wasn't something he had heard before and then Lucian had gone on to explain that it wasn't a substance, it was a mixture of substances. This was the reason it had taken so long to pinpoint exactly what it was. For some reason, that got Peter's intention. "You mean...someone had to mix it up?"

Well Hell )
Peter half-listened as they explained what poison he and his family had had inflicted upon them, but the name escaped his mind the second it was said. It wasn't something he had heard before and then Lucian had gone on to explain that it wasn't a substance, it was a mixture of substances. This was the reason it had taken so long to pinpoint exactly what it was. For some reason, that got Peter's intention. "You mean...someone had to mix it up?"

Well Hell )
Stuart had never thought of himself as a family man while he had been a monk. He hadn't grown up with his own family, as his parents had died in a car accident when he was about six years old. He had lived in a series of foster homes, always without incident. And then finally he had resided in a church run children's home, which had been a comfortable and warm place; the complete antithesis of the horror stories so often associated with institutions like it. Stuart had had an easy and happy childhood, despite having the odds stacked against him, but he had never assumed he would then pass that on to children of his own.

Love and Bubbles )
Stuart had never thought of himself as a family man while he had been a monk. He hadn't grown up with his own family, as his parents had died in a car accident when he was about six years old. He had lived in a series of foster homes, always without incident. And then finally he had resided in a church run children's home, which had been a comfortable and warm place; the complete antithesis of the horror stories so often associated with institutions like it. Stuart had had an easy and happy childhood, despite having the odds stacked against him, but he had never assumed he would then pass that on to children of his own.

Love and Bubbles )
Peter had a lot of commitments. He had a family he had to be there for. A family which consisted of seven children. He had a wife who needed a lot of care and love at the moment, though he always tried to spend a lot of time with her. He had friends he liked to give time to. And he had his job, which was really less of a job and more of a calling, considering he didn't have standard hours, nor did he get paid.

Burning the candle at all angles makes for silly Peterface )
Peter had a lot of commitments. He had a family he had to be there for. A family which consisted of seven children. He had a wife who needed a lot of care and love at the moment, though he always tried to spend a lot of time with her. He had friends he liked to give time to. And he had his job, which was really less of a job and more of a calling, considering he didn't have standard hours, nor did he get paid.

Burning the candle at all angles makes for silly Peterface )
Thomas was feeling more than a little emotional over his recent traumatic dream, and his less recent traumatic captive experience and death. Most of the time he dealt with it just fine, but sometimes he just needed to be alone so he could think things through. Not that he was ever especially good about doing the logic thing. Which was why he tended to make his way outside to the backyard where he could dig in the earth. Gardening had always made sense to him, and even though he wasn't a monk anymore, it was more calming than a lot of pastimes were. Gardening was simple. If you planted a seed, and then took care to keep weeds out of it's way and saw that it got water and sunlight, it did the growing all by itself. All a gardener was, really, was an interventionist. And Thomas was quite adept at that.

Pater )
Thomas was feeling more than a little emotional over his recent traumatic dream, and his less recent traumatic captive experience and death. Most of the time he dealt with it just fine, but sometimes he just needed to be alone so he could think things through. Not that he was ever especially good about doing the logic thing. Which was why he tended to make his way outside to the backyard where he could dig in the earth. Gardening had always made sense to him, and even though he wasn't a monk anymore, it was more calming than a lot of pastimes were. Gardening was simple. If you planted a seed, and then took care to keep weeds out of it's way and saw that it got water and sunlight, it did the growing all by itself. All a gardener was, really, was an interventionist. And Thomas was quite adept at that.

Pater )
Having said his goodbyes to the one person that mattered to Werner anymore, he said a quick goodbye on his journal as well. Just so people would know. He knew what he had done. He accepted his fault. He didn't see a single response to what he said. He hadn't lingered.

To The Beyond )

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