Never had Tasha been so grateful to be the force's errand girl. Since her liberation from Delford, she had been placed on office work while her body healed enough to start training again before being returned to her beat with her partner. Part of her new boring position included delivering files between stations, and that fateful Saturday afternoon she happened to be in the London City station instead of her home station at Bishopsgate. She had heard Svetlana's name and she hadn't let her attention be diverted until Officer Robson from Bath had finished his half-insane story about his old foster sister who had killed someone with her bare hands and then escaped and avoided the authorities to the extent that she was wandering around down town with a baby.

Aw Hell )
Never had Tasha been so grateful to be the force's errand girl. Since her liberation from Delford, she had been placed on office work while her body healed enough to start training again before being returned to her beat with her partner. Part of her new boring position included delivering files between stations, and that fateful Saturday afternoon she happened to be in the London City station instead of her home station at Bishopsgate. She had heard Svetlana's name and she hadn't let her attention be diverted until Officer Robson from Bath had finished his half-insane story about his old foster sister who had killed someone with her bare hands and then escaped and avoided the authorities to the extent that she was wandering around down town with a baby.

Aw Hell )
When Razvan stuck his head into Peter's room, he found the man sitting in his hospital bed looking mutinous. Razvan took one step into the room and he cocked his head to the side. "Hi there, Chief. Problems?"

EMOtions )
When Razvan stuck his head into Peter's room, he found the man sitting in his hospital bed looking mutinous. Razvan took one step into the room and he cocked his head to the side. "Hi there, Chief. Problems?"

EMOtions )
Peter was done waiting. He was done wallowing and wailing. If Aly was going to fight him, he was going to fight back. Fight for their relationship. And not because he felt like she entirely deserved that right now, but his children did. Caleb did. Peter had watched as the boy became increasingly terrified that his parents divorcing would lead to him never seeing one of them, not to mention his sisters, ever again. Peter wasn't going to let that happen because he was busy sitting around feeling sorry for himself.

The Choice )
Peter was done waiting. He was done wallowing and wailing. If Aly was going to fight him, he was going to fight back. Fight for their relationship. And not because he felt like she entirely deserved that right now, but his children did. Caleb did. Peter had watched as the boy became increasingly terrified that his parents divorcing would lead to him never seeing one of them, not to mention his sisters, ever again. Peter wasn't going to let that happen because he was busy sitting around feeling sorry for himself.

The Choice )
Aly was gone. Peter knew it was just for a little while. Thomas had gotten through to him the previous night. He knew Aly wasn't going to leave him for accidentally hurting her. He knew she didn't blame him. He also knew he blamed himself. Guilt had always been one of Peter's greatest vices. Guilt and alcohol, as the two had a terrible knack for going together. And now was no different. Peter was willing to fight for his family yes. He wasn't giving in. That wasn't what it was about. It was about forgetting.

Fighting )
Aly was gone. Peter knew it was just for a little while. Thomas had gotten through to him the previous night. He knew Aly wasn't going to leave him for accidentally hurting her. He knew she didn't blame him. He also knew he blamed himself. Guilt had always been one of Peter's greatest vices. Guilt and alcohol, as the two had a terrible knack for going together. And now was no different. Peter was willing to fight for his family yes. He wasn't giving in. That wasn't what it was about. It was about forgetting.

Fighting )
Thomas was freaking out. But he didn't know who he could freak out to. Everyone who knew about his being back thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. They didn't have to go through it, they just got to see it from the outside. Thomas had to admit that he understood. He had always been excellent at putting himself in other people's shoes, and he knew exactly how he'd feel he he had been alive and any one of them had been the ones to make a miraculous 'back from the dead for good' recovery. It didn't strike him as fair, however, that there was absolutely no one on this planet that could understand how he was feeling. At least no one he knew of. The person who could come closest was Peter, and he was off in the Romanian woods, probably dying because he'd given up his immortality like a big dumb dolt.

So Thomas went to Tasha. He left Spectre in the capable hands of Abby, and he headed for Peter's house, feeling depressed that Peter wasn't there. He was admitted by Aly who he chatted with before slipping up to Tasha's room and knocking on the door. He knew Tasha was happy about his being back too. And that she wouldn't be happy to hear he wasn't. But for some reason, out of everyone he possibly had to talk to, she was the one he assumed wouldn't resent him for saying...anything. He had absolute freedom to be completely forthright with her. And that was exactly what he needed right now.
Thomas was freaking out. But he didn't know who he could freak out to. Everyone who knew about his being back thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. They didn't have to go through it, they just got to see it from the outside. Thomas had to admit that he understood. He had always been excellent at putting himself in other people's shoes, and he knew exactly how he'd feel he he had been alive and any one of them had been the ones to make a miraculous 'back from the dead for good' recovery. It didn't strike him as fair, however, that there was absolutely no one on this planet that could understand how he was feeling. At least no one he knew of. The person who could come closest was Peter, and he was off in the Romanian woods, probably dying because he'd given up his immortality like a big dumb dolt.

So Thomas went to Tasha. He left Spectre in the capable hands of Abby, and he headed for Peter's house, feeling depressed that Peter wasn't there. He was admitted by Aly who he chatted with before slipping up to Tasha's room and knocking on the door. He knew Tasha was happy about his being back too. And that she wouldn't be happy to hear he wasn't. But for some reason, out of everyone he possibly had to talk to, she was the one he assumed wouldn't resent him for saying...anything. He had absolute freedom to be completely forthright with her. And that was exactly what he needed right now.
By the time Peter, Tasha and Anna approached the house at 137 Prince Albert Road, it was already quite full. Flynn was sitting on Quinn's lap, Stuart and Abby were in the kitchen arguing over silly things and swatting each other with ladles. Jax was visiting too, and Thomas was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone aloud to Mara as she snuggled up against Spectre on the sofa.

Little Angels )
By the time Peter, Tasha and Anna approached the house at 137 Prince Albert Road, it was already quite full. Flynn was sitting on Quinn's lap, Stuart and Abby were in the kitchen arguing over silly things and swatting each other with ladles. Jax was visiting too, and Thomas was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone aloud to Mara as she snuggled up against Spectre on the sofa.

Little Angels )
When Peter saw Thomas at the door, he practically flung himself at his best friend, which cased even then well-built Thomas to stumble back a step. Peter wrapped his arms around Thomas and he gave him a squeeze before finally breathing, "Thank fuckedy fuckfuckfuck."

I'm hooommeee )
When Peter saw Thomas at the door, he practically flung himself at his best friend, which cased even then well-built Thomas to stumble back a step. Peter wrapped his arms around Thomas and he gave him a squeeze before finally breathing, "Thank fuckedy fuckfuckfuck."

I'm hooommeee )
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? )
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.

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