Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

The party was beautiful. Peter was surrounded by the people he loved, and he couldn't think of anything better than that. After the year he'd had, finding he had terminal cancer, losing the battle and his memories along with it, his death, the Templar...everything. It meant so much just to be here. Just to be with them.

( Everyone has a place to go )

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.

It was now almost 9 o'clock and Peter Kemp was currently watching a very nice looking lady dance around in what looked like half a doily. If it was possible for his eyebrows to raise any higher, they would have, but that would have made him superhuman. They'd spent the day doing every male thing on the face of the planet it seemed. Bowling, laser tag, go-carting...Peter didn't even understand the point of go-carts. He had a car and he didn't enjoy driving that. Why would he want to drive a smaller one around a track? Thomas had spent most of the time trying to run him off the road which was what he was afraid of anyway... For lasertag he'd spent most of the time with his gun inactive because every single time it came back, someone else shot him and it shut down again. Bowling was okay. But he hated renting shoes...

And now he was at a strip club. The Blue Monday strip club to be exact. It was as if he'd never stopped being a priest the way he acted, sitting there in his chair, watching the women dance with a politely confused look on his face. Thomas, however, was having the time of his life. He kept hooting and stealing money from Peter so he could place it in the dancer's cosutmes. Peter wondered how the doilies held so many notes. He also wondered how much longer he'd have to wait here before he could see Aly again.