Time was, Deirdre hated it when Peter didn't include her in a raid against the Templar or a rescue mission. And then her girlfriend had gone on one and ended up dead. If Peter asked, Deirdre would go and help in a heartbeat, because she owed him. But now Peter didn't ask, and Deirdre was secretly glad. She had twins to think about, and they had ( Read more... )

It wasn't often Peter actually took a planned lunch break. Planning things at the hospital was an exercise in futility. Inevitably Connie would consider it a good idea to run streaking past Bentley who would end up with a terrible nosebleed, or Paige would levitate something into someone's path and trip them, or someone would have a vision of ( Read more... )

Alisdair was looking at him and Patrick suddenly found it hard to think. His throat felt like it was closing up and his stomach clenched almost painfully.

( Then I realised there was nothing left worth fighting for )

It was new to Patrick, this dating a boy thing. He had been with his wife since he was a teenager. She was gone now, and he hadn't ever expected to fall for someone else. And then he had met Alisdair and Patrick found himself falling fast. Alisdair was so thoughtful and talented and he had this charming smile. Patrick knew The Templar wouldn't ( Read more... )

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

( Busy as a bee! )

"Your disgusting beer!" Alisdair said, setting a Guinness in front of his friend Ty. "I think the lady at the bar liked the look of you too." Alisdair slid back into the seat opposite his friend and he glanced back over towards the bar he had just been standing at while ordering drinks. "So she either likes you, or she thinks you are my ( Read more... )

Patrick didn't like leaving the hospital, but he knew if he didn't do it sometime, he would end up spending the rest of his life there simply because the Templar couldn't touch it. And that was dangerous. His life had to start again and in order to do that, he had to begin somewhere. In order to kickstart things, Patrick forced himself to attend ( Read more... )

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... )

Noah was sick.

Peter had fallen asleep in his office, which was pretty usual behaviour for him. He never really slept fitfully anyway, and so he spent hours pouring over manuscripts and patient files until he dozed off, face down in his busy work.

( Ouch )

Peter was sitting behind his monstrous desk, growling at his computer while he edited his thesis. He was in the final stretch and the entire thing was giving him a headache. It didn't help that dear little Astrid, someone who had visions like himself, now had the same kind of tumour he had had twice. At least he was immortal. Poor Astrid was ( Read more... )