Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Peter was still feeling mostly normal by Friday, though he was starting his radiation therapy on Sunday and he knew he wouldn't feel normal once that began. In fact, he was most likely going to feel absolutely shit, so he wanted to take advantage of his health while he could. While he had it. Which was why he was headed to the store to buy lots of pie. With a beanie on his head to cover his odd bald spot. And luckily for Peter, his daughter was there to inform him that was not a good idea.

( So this is what Denial looks like... )

Peter certainly had not expected his thirteen-year-old daughter to come tromping home with her hair newly purple. In fact, when Peter first looked out the window to see who was making their way up the walk, he thought Lydia had brought home a friend. Then he blinked and realised the girl with the purple hair was Lydia. Peter rubbed his lips with his one hand for a moment as he was holding baby Thomas in the other, and he watched her before he went to the door to greet Lydia, Anna and Caleb.

( See me )

Perhaps the most frustrating dream to have, was a dream where you received no clues at all. At least that was Peter's view on things. He saw terribly disturbing things in his dreams. Demons and Templar torturing people...or himself. Bodies twisted into unnatural positions to mock God. Rivers of blood. London burning. And the occasional dancing penguin, though so far he was glad that that one hadn't come true, though he would be much happier if none of them had come to pass.

( Distractions )

The hospital was a place of chaos at the moment, but for the most part...the chaos was good. The Templar had tried their hand at attacking the people Peter loved, and they'd failed. The battle for Robert MacGavillary Hospital was short and simple, considering Rolf's idea of bringing back 4 dead people to take the front line. Six if you added in Robert and Thomas. The Templar's tranquiliser darts were useless against them, and the demons who came behind the front line made short work of the Templar. Peter had stipulated that they should be taken alive if it was at all possible. It hadn't all been possible. But the holding cells under St. Francis's were full to bursting now, not to mention the few of them that had been taken to jail when police arrived at the various houses that had been attacked.

( A Tangle of Joy and Grief )

As Lauren and Aly were both sleeping, Peter was feeding Baby Thomas in the kitchen, and having a rather good time actually. Baby Thomas was always a joy, and no was certainly no exception. Thomas was happily eating the strained plums Peter was feeding him, and he ever reached for the spoon in an effort to help the process along, which made Peter laugh. "You'll make a mess, Thomas, and then your mother will win the 'clean or dirty' contest and I'm not ready to throw in the dust rag just yet. I'll make you a germaphobe sooner or later!" Peter held onto the spoon tightly as he guided it into Thomas' mouth. "How's that, hmm? Num num?"

( Oh..dear... )

Peter was sitting in his room with Baby Thomas in his lap. He was also researching the Great Fire of London, because even though the fire he'd seen in his dream was obviously meant to happen now and now 1666, he thought there might be something in there he was supposed to get. Names, dates, places...sometimes the dreams were obscure like that. While he read, he bounced Thomas in his lap while the baby made excited, happy noises. "Eugh. Burned alive!? I mean..." Peter looked down at his infant son. "Cuddled alive. That's what I meant... Oh bugger it, you didn't understand anyway, right?"

( Not ALL family are so wonderful... )

Peter was holding a wiggly little Thomas when he answered the phone and it wasn't exactly easy to juggle both of them at once. He headed over to the sofa to sit, shifting Thomas to his lap. "Hello!?" He asked his voice sounding appropriately busy.

( Assitance )

Mornings in the Kemp house were never calm. They were never quiet. But none of the inhabitants would want it to be any different. Weekends were generally calmer than weekdays, as there was much less scrambling for homework involved. But occasionally a Saturday morning threatened to break the sound barrier. Aly was in the kitchen, sitting in front of Thomas whom she was feeding cereal while she spoke to him softly in Spanish. Peter was making a nice healthy breakfast for everyone else, while Lavannah and Gavin taught Lydia to dance over in the corner.

( Awww Fluff... )

Peter was getting a headache from looking at books and papers. Researching was something he excelled at, but everyone had limits for everything. And while Peter desperately wanted to help his best friend, he also knew Thomas well. And if Thomas knew Peter had had his nose stuck in a book all night, he would have chastised Peter in his uniquely Thomas way. So Peter took a break. A baby break, because he felt like he needed something to bring him joy.

( Sleepless )

Peter loved The Pilgrim's Prog. It was Spectre's new album, and Peter couldn't listen to it enough. He was certainly glad to know there wasn't any mojo going on with the music because he was addicted enough as it was. That was why he referred to Spectre by his real name. Calling Spectre 'Adrian' allowed Peter to separate his dear friend, from the music he was a complete fanboy of. If he called him Spectre, it was likely Peter would squeal every time he addressed him. No one needed that. Probably, least of all, Spectre.

( OH, PETER! )