Cai left Rachel’s room and found Zoe just down the hall, slumped down in a chair with arms folded across her chest, staring at the opposite wall. This time when she saw him she didn’t relax, she made a huffing noise of total frustration and stood up to stomp away.

“Zoe wait-” Cai picked up his pace to catch up with her. “What’s going on with you?”

... )
A full half of Zoe’s grade in Art lay before her on the table; her portfolio, staring back at her with eyes that said I’m not good enough. “Dammit,” she muttered under her breath, reaching across the table to rearrange a couple of pieces to see if changing their juxtaposition would have an effect on the layout of the rest of the work. It did help a bit.

Her theme was displacement, though she’d spent too long at the start of the term changing from theme to theme before she worked this one out. She’d started with war but lots of other people were doing war, and had done war in the past, and besides had parents or older siblings in the army so could tie personal stories into the narrative. Zoe had plenty of personal war stories but a lot of them were a little too fantastical to explain, and she wasn't going to touch the theme of the shooting with a ten foot pole. She’d considered putting some heavy religious imagery to symbolise the Templar but was afraid of pissing them off. Not that the Templar would probably ever see her portfolio but still. The markers would interpret it wrong.

... )
A few days after she and Danny had gone over to Cai’s house, and about a week after Zoe had turned eighteen, Cai and Zoe met after school to talk about visions.

Cai had to head home first. Roe had started attending a school not far from London College for a couple of afternoon lessons a week, so he walked past it to meet her on his way home. After that, Dom was also home from work and let him borrow the car to get to Zoe’s, on the promise that he’d pick up groceries on his way home. Cai had passed his driver’s test first time, which was one of his proudest accomplishments, and the feeling was still new enough that he was happy to do almost any chore so long as it involved driving.

... )
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After a long day messing around in the park, Zoe had invited everyone around to her place for dinner. While Dylan couldn't go, Danny realised he could. And though he didn't usually go around to other people's houses, especially not if he didn't know them that well, he decided it would be okay. Especially since Zoe's mothers were lesbians. They wouldn't look twice at him!

He jogged home to drop off Wolf, for a shower and to change his clothes. Then he returned to the park where one of Zoe's mothers was going to pick them up. Their car was impressive and he lapsed into silence as Rachel chattered to the woman who had been introduced to him as Liz.

Once they arrived at Zoe's house, Danny stared up at it in awe. "It's huge," he whispered to Rachel as they exited the car.
Even though Zoe had extended the invitation for Rachel to come over to her house it took the girls ages to actually do it. A week after that first invitation, Rachel had made good on what she'd said in one of her letters I'll try anything once and had climbed the roof of the gymnasium on a dare from a boy in their PE class, had been given suspension for the rest of the week and was grounded till Christmas.

After that she was a little more subdued. "I got in so much trouble," she told Zoe, when Rachel was allowed back at school (after signing a contract that specifically stated she would follow the rules). "My dad and my step mum fought about me for ages."

... )
After feeling comparitively okay the last few days, Peter was now ready to admit he was sick. It was as if someone flipped a switch over night and Peter was stricken with a fever, malaise, and the inability to breathe correctly. Which was just not fair in the grand scheme of things, he decided. He had just been rescued from his Templar prison, and now he was imprisoned in his bed, unable to move. Worse, he didn't want to. He didn't want to do anything beyond lie there and moan while the full effect of his illness slammed into him all at once.

Siblings )
After feeling comparitively okay the last few days, Peter was now ready to admit he was sick. It was as if someone flipped a switch over night and Peter was stricken with a fever, malaise, and the inability to breathe correctly. Which was just not fair in the grand scheme of things, he decided. He had just been rescued from his Templar prison, and now he was imprisoned in his bed, unable to move. Worse, he didn't want to. He didn't want to do anything beyond lie there and moan while the full effect of his illness slammed into him all at once.

Siblings )
Dampness hung in the air and it coated Peter's lungs as he breathed. It was dark...so dark he couldn't see a thing, though the wet air was so thick it felt like he was walking through wet cotton as he made his way forward-

When Peter woke up, it was to find his elder sister watching over him. She was sitting on a chair beside his bed, and when Peter opened his eyes, Liz scooted closer to him. "Hmmmwet."

Trio )
Dampness hung in the air and it coated Peter's lungs as he breathed. It was dark...so dark he couldn't see a thing, though the wet air was so thick it felt like he was walking through wet cotton as he made his way forward-

When Peter woke up, it was to find his elder sister watching over him. She was sitting on a chair beside his bed, and when Peter opened his eyes, Liz scooted closer to him. "Hmmmwet."

Trio )
It was probably the thing Peter was least looking forward to doing in a long line of shitty things he needed to do. But necessity called for it, and Peter needed to speak to Aly about his monetary situation. He knew Tasha had enough money to support them, and his friends would pitch in if they needed to, but it wasn't right. Peter had his own money, and just because it was in Aly's name, it didn't mean he shouldn't have access to it. He hadn't earned it, but it was rightfully his.

Misery Dam )
It was probably the thing Peter was least looking forward to doing in a long line of shitty things he needed to do. But necessity called for it, and Peter needed to speak to Aly about his monetary situation. He knew Tasha had enough money to support them, and his friends would pitch in if they needed to, but it wasn't right. Peter had his own money, and just because it was in Aly's name, it didn't mean he shouldn't have access to it. He hadn't earned it, but it was rightfully his.

Misery Dam )
Alastair entered the Kemp Manor, whistling a jaunty tune as he did so. "Gay fathers?!" He called through the house and he stuck his head into the living room to find Liz and Emma laughing on the sofa. "Whoops, wrong gay couple. Hey, guys!"

Happiness )
Alastair entered the Kemp Manor, whistling a jaunty tune as he did so. "Gay fathers?!" He called through the house and he stuck his head into the living room to find Liz and Emma laughing on the sofa. "Whoops, wrong gay couple. Hey, guys!"

Happiness )
An eleven-year-old Peter was standing in front of his drunken father as the man went on and on about how he was a disappointment to the family. Peter had been the recipient of a rather nasty-looking black eye and Klaus Kempf was of the opinion that Peter should have given the boy who had caused it a black eye in return. Peter wasn't like that. He wasn't a fighter. So he stood in front of his father, his head bowed in shame, waiting for his father to tire of his tirade.

Always )
An eleven-year-old Peter was standing in front of his drunken father as the man went on and on about how he was a disappointment to the family. Peter had been the recipient of a rather nasty-looking black eye and Klaus Kempf was of the opinion that Peter should have given the boy who had caused it a black eye in return. Peter wasn't like that. He wasn't a fighter. So he stood in front of his father, his head bowed in shame, waiting for his father to tire of his tirade.

Always )
December 24th, 1981

It may have been Christmas, but all was not merry in the Kemp household. Despite the immaculate decorations provided by the help, and the happily twinkling lights, blinking inanely away without a care in the world, the Kemp Manor House seemed to be the very antithesis of 'merry'.

The Grinch )
December 24th, 1981

It may have been Christmas, but all was not merry in the Kemp household. Despite the immaculate decorations provided by the help, and the happily twinkling lights, blinking inanely away without a care in the world, the Kemp Manor House seemed to be the very antithesis of 'merry'.

The Grinch )
The breakfast table at the Kemp Manor was generally a happy place to be, even if not everyone was always in a bright and shiny mood, as often Zoe wasn't. Johan always tried to do his best to make up for it, even through all he was dealing with with watching the man he loved slowly deteriorate. He believed that life was for living while you were here and you might as well make the best of it.

FLUFF! )
The breakfast table at the Kemp Manor was generally a happy place to be, even if not everyone was always in a bright and shiny mood, as often Zoe wasn't. Johan always tried to do his best to make up for it, even through all he was dealing with with watching the man he loved slowly deteriorate. He believed that life was for living while you were here and you might as well make the best of it.

FLUFF! )
Liz was feeling guite sick to her stomach as she walked down the hopsital corridor on her way to Emma's room. She had finally decided, with the help of Dietrich, that she needed to see the woman who was still, according to law, her wife. Dietrich was being beyond understanding as supportive. That actually made going to see Emma harder, though he wouldn't have understood that. Liz knew, deep down, that Emma wasn't going to go anywhere this time. She just knew that. Because, despite the terrible thing Emma had done, Liz still knew her, deep down. And eventually, Liz was going to have to choose what she was going to do about that.

Soul )

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