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... )

Razvan strode into Peter's office without knocking. The man had once been an angel. In Razvan's mind, he could sense Razvan's demonic presence approaching and that meant knocking was irrelevant. He found Peter behind the desk, looking up at the door with a slightly exasperated look on his face ( Read more... )

Thomas had been avoiding his family for the last couple months, not because he didn't actually want to see them, but because he knew they would ask about Spectre. Thomas didn't want to talk about Spectre right now. He knew they would instantly note that something was wrong, since that was how the Littletons were. Thomas didn't want there to be ( Read more... )

Having his own home that he shared with people he actually liked (though if you asked, he would just say he tolerated them) didn't mean he didn't return to the hospital often, seeking company he didn't have to hide from. Nova was the person he visited the most often, but since their relationship was casual and would always remain so, he didn't ( Read more... )

Joe lived with his very gay son, his granddaughter, and his son's boyfriend. It was a perfect living situation in his mind, save for the fact that his wife and daughter were no longer with them. But as far as his life was now, he was finally content again.

( Intuitive little angel )

For a fifteen-year-old with the vocabulary of a forty-year-old, having to re-learn how to walk was one of the most frustrating things in the world.

( Ah, therapy )

Battering the walls and the doors did nothing but split her knuckles and leave her bleeding with no one to soul-suck in order to heal herself.

( Poor, crazy Svetlana )

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

( Busy as a bee! )

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 )