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 ( Read more... )

Peter was in so much pain, he was almost reminded of the way he had felt in his days after his torture at the hands of the Templar. Almost. One could only spend so long jerking around and bashing into things before it took it's toll. And Peter was having visions twelve times a day; and with them came the seizures and not much else. He still had ( Read more... )

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 )

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 ( Read more... )

First things first. "Zoe doesn't miss you." Hope announced to Emma, by way of greeting. She was hovering in the doorway of Emma's hospital room and Emma hadn't noticed her until she spoke. Upon hearing her daughter's voice, however, Emma turned quickly to lay eyes on her. Once again, she was overcome by guilt, and she probably should have been ( Read more... )

Utterly unaware of the ghostly goings-on out in the hallway of their house, Hope and Fiona were sitting together on the floor of Fiona's room. Fiona was making a collage that represented her dreams, something with was not an assignment for her fine arts degree, and just something she was doing for the fun of it. "Oooh, I should put these trolls ( Read more... )

The party was beautiful. Peter was surrounded by the people he loved, and he couldn't think of anything better than that. After the year he'd had, finding he had terminal cancer, losing the battle and his memories along with it, his death, the Templar...everything. It meant so much just to be here. Just to be with them.

( Everyone has a place to go )

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, ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )