“Peter?” Rose pushed the door to behind her, turning the bolt before moving further into the flat. Peter’s car had been downstairs, and his keys were on the floor next to the small table by the door.

But there was no answer to her call.

“Peter?” Rose heard the tension in her voice as she called his name again. A quick glance showed he wasn’t in ( Read more... )

Title - A Laundry Thing, 1/1
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It started as a simple question one day, as he dug through the drawer of the bedside table in the vain hope of finding a new watchband.

“Where’s it from?”

He glanced up from digging through the drawer-honestly, why would he have a spare watchband in there, anyway?-to find Rose looking, fascinated, at his watch. She’d picked it up, was ( Read more... )

Part One | Part Two

Peter Carlisle, Detective Inspector for the Metropolitan Police Department of London and husband to one of the wealthiest women in the world, stifled a yawn. It had been a very long day, even by his usual standards, and he could do with a nap.

Instead, he stared blearily at the sleeping form next to him, reassuring himself ( Read more... )

( Chapter Two )

Chapter One | Chapter 2

He slammed the door behind him as he walked into the flat, frustration with the zanzare boiling within him once again. They’d somehow managed to take pictures of him and Rose rowing the day before. He, locked out of not just the flat but the building itself; Rose freshly returned from Greenwich, her small car parked just in ( Read more... )

Title - A Study in Red Velvet
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Peter awoke early, consciousness coming to him as though a switch had been thrown. He had been asleep, dreaming about...something involving cars and Pennington and a skein of wool...and then suddenly he was awake, very aware of the woman asleep in his arms, of the chill of the room against his exposed skin.

Two thoughts immediately came to mind: ( Read more... )

Pete had effectively ordered her to take a day or two of leave following a rather intense four-day investigation into the sudden proliferation of aardvarks in the streets of London, and for once Rose wasn’t of a mind to disagree. It had been a far more exhausting investigation than any reasonable person would have expected, requiring crawling ( Read more... )

Jackie Tyler wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the man currently sitting in her lounge. Rose hadn’t lied when she’d said he bore a shocking resemblance to her second Doctor; he was a dead ringer, physically. But there was something unsettling about seeing the man with the Doctor’s face behave so…differently.

He should have been chattering ( Read more... )