It was very strange for Peter to be walking in to his childhood home again. He avoided it whenever possible, despite it being where his sister lived. He was not fond of the place. He'd found his mother hanging dead there, and then years later, he'd hung himself as well. Though that had been less lasting... Svetlana had taken the house over back when she was mad. For Peter, the place held a lot of ghosts. But he knew that Fiona and Hope were battling ghosts of their own at the moment. And while he'd never faced something quite like what Hope had faced, despite being forced to choose whether Svetlana took Caleb or his little girls away with her once...he had faced what Fiona had. Several times.

The Light )
It was very strange for Peter to be walking in to his childhood home again. He avoided it whenever possible, despite it being where his sister lived. He was not fond of the place. He'd found his mother hanging dead there, and then years later, he'd hung himself as well. Though that had been less lasting... Svetlana had taken the house over back when she was mad. For Peter, the place held a lot of ghosts. But he knew that Fiona and Hope were battling ghosts of their own at the moment. And while he'd never faced something quite like what Hope had faced, despite being forced to choose whether Svetlana took Caleb or his little girls away with her once...he had faced what Fiona had. Several times.

The Light )
The day was beautiful. Sunny despite the winter month, and in the cheerful little reception centre that Liz and Emma had booked, the welcoming gallery had been decorated quite tastefully by the incredible Fiona. Stuart was officiating, as he'd maintained his ability to do so in a secular fashion after leaving the church. And he was quite pleased about the fact that he was about to unite two wonderful women in wedded bliss. Take that, Catholicism.

Emma was accompanied down the aisle by Zoe, Fiona, and Tasha, her green dress setting off her eyes. Liz was accompanied by Kat, Hope and Peter, who did look a little weirded out to be serving as a maid of honour, but through that, it was obvious how proud he was to be standing beside Liz. His wonderful sister. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Liz's dress was pale blue, and they looked gorgeous standing next to one another, hand in hand. As they said their vows, Peter cried, followed by Hope who could never have dry eyes when someone else was sobbing.

Upon hearing Stuart say, "You may kiss the bride...s.." Liz and Emma embraced and locked lips followed by applause, started by the still sobbing Hope who was just happy to see her mothers looking so blissful. And then after they all exited the little chapel, Hope stuck her head back inside.

"To the party!" She said excitedly, leading them on to the reception.
The day was beautiful. Sunny despite the winter month, and in the cheerful little reception centre that Liz and Emma had booked, the welcoming gallery had been decorated quite tastefully by the incredible Fiona. Stuart was officiating, as he'd maintained his ability to do so in a secular fashion after leaving the church. And he was quite pleased about the fact that he was about to unite two wonderful women in wedded bliss. Take that, Catholicism.

Emma was accompanied down the aisle by Zoe, Fiona, and Tasha, her green dress setting off her eyes. Liz was accompanied by Kat, Hope and Peter, who did look a little weirded out to be serving as a maid of honour, but through that, it was obvious how proud he was to be standing beside Liz. His wonderful sister. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Liz's dress was pale blue, and they looked gorgeous standing next to one another, hand in hand. As they said their vows, Peter cried, followed by Hope who could never have dry eyes when someone else was sobbing.

Upon hearing Stuart say, "You may kiss the bride...s.." Liz and Emma embraced and locked lips followed by applause, started by the still sobbing Hope who was just happy to see her mothers looking so blissful. And then after they all exited the little chapel, Hope stuck her head back inside.

"To the party!" She said excitedly, leading them on to the reception.
Peter had taken his nap just like he said he would, and when he woke up, it was to a blond woman standing over him. "GUH!" He squealed, recoiling so quickly it made his entire body ache. "Fucking...Liz! Jesus!"

Sisterly Love )
Peter had taken his nap just like he said he would, and when he woke up, it was to a blond woman standing over him. "GUH!" He squealed, recoiling so quickly it made his entire body ache. "Fucking...Liz! Jesus!"

Sisterly Love )
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.
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.
Peter's experience with the drugs that Katherine had given him had put him off wanting to be adventurous again any time in the near future. To be truthful, it had sort of put him off Katherine. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd left his guesthouse after he'd vomited for the third time. Apparently she didn't find vomit half as pretty when it was all over her. Picky.

Reconciliation )
Peter's experience with the drugs that Katherine had given him had put him off wanting to be adventurous again any time in the near future. To be truthful, it had sort of put him off Katherine. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd left his guesthouse after he'd vomited for the third time. Apparently she didn't find vomit half as pretty when it was all over her. Picky.

Reconciliation )
Peter was not used to parents. Well, he was used to Liz fussing, but actual parents that flittered around and fussed over your weight and whether or not you had colour in your cheeks and if you were feeling well...that wasn't something he'd dealt with since he was 11 years old. After his sister's death, his mother had cared about little else besides waiting for poor dead Margaret to return to them, and his father had survived in a drunken stupor for the next 3 years. So when Aly's parents came over with the kids in tow and immediately started fussing about how ill he looked, despite that fact that he thought he looked fine...much better in fact, he finally excused himself and slunk in to the library downstairs. It had been his father's office, but it was bigger than Deirdre's library and the books inside hadn't been touched in years. Of course...it was gloomier than Deirdre's library too, and he sneezed immediately upon entering.

The Journal )
Peter was not used to parents. Well, he was used to Liz fussing, but actual parents that flittered around and fussed over your weight and whether or not you had colour in your cheeks and if you were feeling well...that wasn't something he'd dealt with since he was 11 years old. After his sister's death, his mother had cared about little else besides waiting for poor dead Margaret to return to them, and his father had survived in a drunken stupor for the next 3 years. So when Aly's parents came over with the kids in tow and immediately started fussing about how ill he looked, despite that fact that he thought he looked fine...much better in fact, he finally excused himself and slunk in to the library downstairs. It had been his father's office, but it was bigger than Deirdre's library and the books inside hadn't been touched in years. Of course...it was gloomier than Deirdre's library too, and he sneezed immediately upon entering.

The Journal )
Everyone had sat down to a lovely dinner after the wedding. Deirdre had taken her place up at the table with the rest of the wedding party. She'd listened through Thomas's Best Man toast, which was much the same as the speech he'd given Peter in the change room. She'd eaten the food she and Jacinta had so carefully prepared and then she'd snuck off somewhere with Pierre and Kait hot on her heels. Kat saw them go and she followed a few minutes later.

It was a surprise and no one had told Peter. Ethereal Facade had decided to play for his reception and with the dinner over, it was time. Everything had been set up beforehand and so the lights dimmed and the curtain fell and Deirdre grinned widely. She took hold of her mic and waited for Pierre to announce them. It was time for people to dance!
Everyone had sat down to a lovely dinner after the wedding. Deirdre had taken her place up at the table with the rest of the wedding party. She'd listened through Thomas's Best Man toast, which was much the same as the speech he'd given Peter in the change room. She'd eaten the food she and Jacinta had so carefully prepared and then she'd snuck off somewhere with Pierre and Kait hot on her heels. Kat saw them go and she followed a few minutes later.

It was a surprise and no one had told Peter. Ethereal Facade had decided to play for his reception and with the dinner over, it was time. Everything had been set up beforehand and so the lights dimmed and the curtain fell and Deirdre grinned widely. She took hold of her mic and waited for Pierre to announce them. It was time for people to dance!
Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

Getting Ready )
Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

Getting Ready )
Fearless wasn't a word that people generally used to describe Peter Kemp. Brave, yes. Fearless? Certainly not. Truth be told, Peter was afraid of a lot of things. He was scared of spiders, he had a fear of heights and he wasn't entirely fond of the dark. Not that he was vocal about that last one. And Peter Kemp was terrified of motorcycles. So when he had one delivered on Monday afternoon, Liz was so entirely confused, that she accused Peter of being a body snatcher.

"I am not a body snatcher, Liz! It's me!" Peter said, removing his new black helmet that he'd been trying on and he grinned.

"So you...Peter Kemp bought a motorcycle?"

"Uh huh! Look how shiny!" He said happily.

Not a Podperson )
Fearless wasn't a word that people generally used to describe Peter Kemp. Brave, yes. Fearless? Certainly not. Truth be told, Peter was afraid of a lot of things. He was scared of spiders, he had a fear of heights and he wasn't entirely fond of the dark. Not that he was vocal about that last one. And Peter Kemp was terrified of motorcycles. So when he had one delivered on Monday afternoon, Liz was so entirely confused, that she accused Peter of being a body snatcher.

"I am not a body snatcher, Liz! It's me!" Peter said, removing his new black helmet that he'd been trying on and he grinned.

"So you...Peter Kemp bought a motorcycle?"

"Uh huh! Look how shiny!" He said happily.

Not a Podperson )

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