Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

This should be backdated a bit but I don't know how much!

As much as Peter hated flying, he loved going to the airport when it meant picking up someone he loved. His family was returning from their vacation in Spain and Peter could barely keep still while he waited in the international arrivals lounge of Heathrow airport.

( Family )

Sometimes the most difficult thing to do at his hospital was simply leaving it.

( Busy as a bee! )

Peter's family was feeling the doldrums of the After-Christmas Blues, but it did help to know that they would be jetting off to Valencia in the early hours of the morning. Spain was like a place of solace for all of them. A place where they could relax and enjoy their family. It was especially important now, after the loss of David. Family mattered, and tomorrow they would be literally surrounded by it.

( Familia )

Lydia entered her parents' room just in time to see her father bend over in a fit of coughing, which looked like it was rather uncomfortable. She leaned against the wall with a worried look on her face while Peter proceeded to cough so hard it sounded like he was going to lose a lung.

( No, you are not okay! )

Yesterday had been Peter's birthday. And yesterday, Peter had just barely saved his son Thomas from being run over by a lorry, which hadn't made for the happiest of birthdays. Considering the outcome, however, it was better than the one on which he had discovered he had a fatal brain tumour.

( YAY they're BACK! )

When Aly walked through the door, little Thomas in her arms, she was greeted by Peter who was leaning against the wall with a rose in his teeth and a sly expression on his face. He was looking quite dashing, all dressed up in a suit, though no tie was present. He hated ties. And he was 39 today so he didn't have to wear them if he didn't want to, darnit.

( HAPPY BIRTHDAY or not.... )

Peter had actually fallen asleep, despite insomnia and troubles and all the odds stacked against that very event occurring. Blessed, blissful sleep. And it hadn't been interrupted by dreams or nightmares or visions or crazy, angry wives. Though he did feel the bed move as he came out of his daze and when he opened his eyes, Peter did so to see baby Thomas crawling up towards his head with a manic grin on his face. "Dada!" Thomas cried happily when he was spotted, and Peter blinked blearily at him.

( Little Monkey )

Life in the Kemp household had not been entirely pleasant of late. Peter was mourning the loss of his best friend, and he was doing his best to work through it to be there for his family. Because even while he grieved, Aly was also grieving. And the way things were, she seemed worse off than he was. Peter was doing most of the work at home, which he certainly didn't mind, though it gave him little time to help Aly let alone himself.

( Infected )

Peter had slept through Deirdre's 20th birthday. He hated that he hadn't been there for her since he knew how much he meant to Deirdre, but it hurt a hell of a lot more that he had been asleep for Rasputina's first birthday. His tiny daughter had turned one and he had slept right through it. Peter was thankful that Svetlana wasn't angry. Thankful that Thomas had done everything in his power to make the day a happy one for them both, to make up for Peter's absence. But it didn't make up for it in Peter's heart. He was probably going to feel guilty for that for the rest of his life. Which he was now realising might just be longer than 5 years. That, however, was a good thought.

( Misleadyness )