Jeremy had spent most of his life as a hunter, so it might have seemed strange that he was so incredibly fond of children. In fact, he was great with kids, and his nieces and nephews were among his favourite people on the planet. He did, however, find Lydia and Anna's teenage squabbles tiring at times. He had to mutter under his breath that they ( Read more... )

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 )

Peter Kemp was sitting behind his desk when Patrick stuck his head around the corner and interrupted whatever work he was doing at the time. Patrick would never know Peter was, in fact, doodling stick figures of Rolf killing the Templar because he had run out of steam on his PhD. It was probably for the best, as it would have shattered Patrick's ( Read more... )

With the memory of last night still replaying happily in his mind, Peter rises from his bed and, after finding something suitable to wear so he doesn't permanently scar any of his children who might be up by now, he leaves the bedroom in search of breakfast. The house is still quiet, which these days means that Lydia and Anna are still asleep. At ( Read more... )

It has been a long day. Peter has welcomed a new person to his hospital and he has spent time with Deirdre who needed his presence in the wake of her pain over the disintegration of her marriage after only four hours. He has broken up a fight between his two oldest daughters over something ridiculous like lip gloss. Peter will never understand ( Read more... )

Thanks to his new treatment, Peter was finding it easier and easier to sleep through the night. For a man who had been struggling with insomnia since the lovely age of 24; nearly half his life ago, sleep had become almost a hated part of said life. The nightly ritual of trying to shut his mind down, only to be awoken if he did happen to get to ( Read more... )

It was past midnight when Aly glided into his hospital room. And Peter was not sorry for the company. He sat up straight when she entered, and he smiled, feeling happier and more at peace than he had in...years if he was being honest with himself. "You look wonderful," he said softly, eyeing up her purple dress. His wife was so incredibly ( Read more... )

Aly had been sitting on the sofa for so many hours she had lost count. Most of her children had long gone to bed and the traffic on Prince Albert Road had slowed to silence. A silence which was broken by the welcome sound of car tyres on the gravel driveway.

( Relief )

Peter wasn't sure now if the person who was holding him was Svetlana or not. What he was sure of, was that he had to escape somehow, no matter who it was. And thankfully he knew the place he was being held like the back of his own hand. He knew there was another way out. Up.

( He's a little bit Indiana Jones )

Aly was chewing on her fingernails so much she was sure she just might chew her fingers off. Tasha was in hospital and now Peter?! If he had cancer again she was going to scream and the thought of finding Amaris and killing her to let off steam didn’t seem too extreme. That would be thanks to the hot headed nature of her angelic spirit and ( Read more... )