Since the mission in Russia, Tamm hadn't really been the same. He had borne witness to the slaughter of far too many people, some of them innocent and some of them not. Some of them, people he might have considered friends, or at least acquaintances. They had done good there, deep in the wilds of Russia, but it had come at a hefty price. And ( 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... )

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... )

Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A ( Read more... )

It was now almost 9 o'clock and Peter Kemp was currently watching a very nice looking lady dance around in what looked like half a doily. If it was possible for his eyebrows to raise any higher, they would have, but that would have made him superhuman. They'd spent the day doing every male thing on the face of the planet it seemed. Bowling, ( Read more... )

There was not much else choice in where to meet up this evening. All of Kait's stuff was at her father's house, and it was fairly easy for everyone she expected to get there after their school/other obligations. Her own discomfort at having Renee step into her own father's house after all this time nonwithstanding, it was the perfect place for this ( Read more... )

It was their second day in Paris, and after a successful talk with Renee's grandfather yesterday and bunches of touristy fun, not to mention dinner with Pierre's parents, they'd decided to wander around the louvre for awhile. Deirdre had wanted something to eat, so she and Pierre had broken away from Melissa and Slink for a minute. Now Deirdre was ( Read more... )

It had taken a little longer than expected, but finally, Pierre was on the final stretch to Renee and Deirdre's house. Getting on the bus to go through the chunnel had been simple enough, despite the fact that he had arrived with about two minutes to spare. Hey, he never had been too efficient when it came to the whole packing thing. In his rush, ( Read more... )

Pierre was feeling pretty rotten as he made his way about the kitchen, attempting to assemble some sort of edible hamburger for lunch. It wasn't the lack of viable ingredients, or at least the lack of any skill to combine them on his part, that was bothering him though. Despite the apparent reconciliation between the two, it still seemed to him as ( Read more... )