Helping Caleb with his maths homework was generally a tedious time because Caleb hated it so much, and almost any interruption would have been welcomed. But when the alarm for the Kemp House perimeter went off, Peter thought that 'any interruption' might need to be re-evaluated. They weren't expecting anyone. Anyone who was welcome on the property knew the code to bypass the system. Trouble was on it's way and when Anna turned to Peter with fear in her eyes and said simply, "Daddy...demon...bad..." Peter was on his shaky feet in an instant.

Who am I? )
Helping Caleb with his maths homework was generally a tedious time because Caleb hated it so much, and almost any interruption would have been welcomed. But when the alarm for the Kemp House perimeter went off, Peter thought that 'any interruption' might need to be re-evaluated. They weren't expecting anyone. Anyone who was welcome on the property knew the code to bypass the system. Trouble was on it's way and when Anna turned to Peter with fear in her eyes and said simply, "Daddy...demon...bad..." Peter was on his shaky feet in an instant.

Who am I? )
Baby Thomas had the amazing ability to get food all over himself and the surrounding premises when he was spoon fed. It was always extremely impressive. It made Peter laugh as he fed Thomas as the tiny boy say in his high chair, Peter in his wheelchair. "Yes, cereal is nummy, yes it is?! You like it more on your head, don't you. It's not for hair, you little rascal!" Peter cooed at him. He fed Thomas another bite and Thomas promptly spit out half of it, wiped it with his hand and then flailed his hand about so it ended up in Peter's hair as well. "Yes...I suppose it's easy enough to think my hair is hungry, isn't it?" Peter said with a chuckle.

Dada Bubbles )
Baby Thomas had the amazing ability to get food all over himself and the surrounding premises when he was spoon fed. It was always extremely impressive. It made Peter laugh as he fed Thomas as the tiny boy say in his high chair, Peter in his wheelchair. "Yes, cereal is nummy, yes it is?! You like it more on your head, don't you. It's not for hair, you little rascal!" Peter cooed at him. He fed Thomas another bite and Thomas promptly spit out half of it, wiped it with his hand and then flailed his hand about so it ended up in Peter's hair as well. "Yes...I suppose it's easy enough to think my hair is hungry, isn't it?" Peter said with a chuckle.

Dada Bubbles )
The Spanish side of Aly's family hadn't come to London for Peter's funeral because it had all happened so fast. After his miraculous recovery though, they had all made plans to come and visit. And party, of course. They had no idea, when they had made the plans, that they would have another death in the family. One that wouldn't be recovered from. No one had expected Brian to go. No one even liked Brian. But a funeral was just another excuse to gather and be together as one. So that was what they did.

Someone forgot an LJ cut )
The Spanish side of Aly's family hadn't come to London for Peter's funeral because it had all happened so fast. After his miraculous recovery though, they had all made plans to come and visit. And party, of course. They had no idea, when they had made the plans, that they would have another death in the family. One that wouldn't be recovered from. No one had expected Brian to go. No one even liked Brian. But a funeral was just another excuse to gather and be together as one. So that was what they did.

Someone forgot an LJ cut )
Even when Aly felt like dying, life still went on. And on and on. It probably didn't help matters that she was too afraid to have her children in the house with her. If the Templar got their hands on her children...it would be the worst thing she could imagine. Worse than Peter dying. And she knew she should be with them, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Peter's home. At least, not until she had to go to the doctor's for a checkup. That was one of those things about life going on that annoyed Aly. She couldn't just lie in bed and cry (but thank everything for Angie who was taking care of most everything else). She had things she needed to do, and making sure her unborn child was safe was one of them.

Family )
Even when Aly felt like dying, life still went on. And on and on. It probably didn't help matters that she was too afraid to have her children in the house with her. If the Templar got their hands on her children...it would be the worst thing she could imagine. Worse than Peter dying. And she knew she should be with them, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Peter's home. At least, not until she had to go to the doctor's for a checkup. That was one of those things about life going on that annoyed Aly. She couldn't just lie in bed and cry (but thank everything for Angie who was taking care of most everything else). She had things she needed to do, and making sure her unborn child was safe was one of them.

Family )
Even as it was happening, Peter's funeral seemed so beyond surreal. The chapel at the hospital was full fit to burst with people who had come to mourn the loss of Peter Kemp. Stuart was officiating and despite his years in the clergy, he found that it was impossible to come up with the right words to say. So instead he borrowed Peter's words, opting to read passages from Peter's journals about the importance of love and family, artfully leaving out all mentions of angels or demons or anything else supernatural. People were allowed to say a few words, and those that were able to got up and shared memories or feelings or thoughts. Deirdre went on for nearly 20 minutes because that's what Deirdre did. No one minded. They were focused on Peter, resting in front of them like he was asleep. He was dressed in the suit he'd been married in to cover up his scars, and his hands were folded lightly across his chest. His first journal rested beneath them. It seemed only fitting that he be interred with it.

After the service, everyone relocated to the mausoleum that Aly had purchased. It was a large stone building with ornate iron work and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And it was theirs now, it belonged to the family. Aly had placed some vases in the corners that had belonged to Louise. Flowers were placed in them, and Peter rested in the middle so people could see him one last time before he was lifted up and slid into his place in the top row. It was very informal, because that's how Peter would have liked it. Aly was hanging back, not yet ready to say goodbye. She let other people see him first. She knew how very important her husband was to...well...everyone. Instead of crowding, she leaned against the outside of the mausoleum, holding baby Thomas who was strangely still, and she cried softly as she stared up at the cloudy sky.
Even as it was happening, Peter's funeral seemed so beyond surreal. The chapel at the hospital was full fit to burst with people who had come to mourn the loss of Peter Kemp. Stuart was officiating and despite his years in the clergy, he found that it was impossible to come up with the right words to say. So instead he borrowed Peter's words, opting to read passages from Peter's journals about the importance of love and family, artfully leaving out all mentions of angels or demons or anything else supernatural. People were allowed to say a few words, and those that were able to got up and shared memories or feelings or thoughts. Deirdre went on for nearly 20 minutes because that's what Deirdre did. No one minded. They were focused on Peter, resting in front of them like he was asleep. He was dressed in the suit he'd been married in to cover up his scars, and his hands were folded lightly across his chest. His first journal rested beneath them. It seemed only fitting that he be interred with it.

After the service, everyone relocated to the mausoleum that Aly had purchased. It was a large stone building with ornate iron work and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And it was theirs now, it belonged to the family. Aly had placed some vases in the corners that had belonged to Louise. Flowers were placed in them, and Peter rested in the middle so people could see him one last time before he was lifted up and slid into his place in the top row. It was very informal, because that's how Peter would have liked it. Aly was hanging back, not yet ready to say goodbye. She let other people see him first. She knew how very important her husband was to...well...everyone. Instead of crowding, she leaned against the outside of the mausoleum, holding baby Thomas who was strangely still, and she cried softly as she stared up at the cloudy sky.
When Peter answered the door to Lavannah and David, Lavannah cast her pseudo-father a worried look. Peter had paint on his forehead and in his hair and he looked...for lack of a better word, insane. "Come in!" Peter said, his voice slightly too loud with a manic edge that made Lavannah's spirit guide incredibly uncomfortable. It made sense. Lavannah's spirit guide was Peter's dead mother. And she was worried about her son. Once she and David had been ushered inside, Lavannah glanced around and waited. "Oh right! I could take you upstairs."

Losing It )
When Peter answered the door to Lavannah and David, Lavannah cast her pseudo-father a worried look. Peter had paint on his forehead and in his hair and he looked...for lack of a better word, insane. "Come in!" Peter said, his voice slightly too loud with a manic edge that made Lavannah's spirit guide incredibly uncomfortable. It made sense. Lavannah's spirit guide was Peter's dead mother. And she was worried about her son. Once she and David had been ushered inside, Lavannah glanced around and waited. "Oh right! I could take you upstairs."

Losing It )
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.

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