I just wanted to write them... (Thomas, Peter)
It was a rare occasion at the Kemp house. It was quiet.
Aly and her cousin Isabella had taken the children to Spain for the end of the summer and while Peter had hoped to go with them, there were too many things keeping him in London. It was strange to be alone in the house with the dogs and one lazy cat whom Peter ended up nearly sitting on several times a day. When the family was all present, there were four children under five in the house, not to mention two teenage girls and a soon-to-be teenage boy.
Peter was lonely.
Business at the hospital kept him busy most of the day, but the nights were silent and interminable. In order to escape his silent home, Peter took to smoking on the roof like he did when he was trying to ignore his problems. He was hardly surprised when, on Friday night, he heard the window creak open and he turned to find Thomas crawling out of it.
"Thomas!" Peter grinned, immediately stubbing out his cigarette on the roof because while he was immortal and would survive any cancer it gave him, Thomas was not.
"Hey there, chimney," Thomas said, flashing Peter his lopsided grin. "Missing the family?"
"Augh, why did they leave me?" Peter asked with a pout as Thomas settled down next to him. "Thomas if I ever complain about having too many kids, please remind me how I feel right now?"
Thomas chuckled and he leaned back on the roof so he could star up at the dark clouds above them. "Peter, if I ever hear you complain about your children, that'll be the day I know I'm going crazy." And he had a point. Peter's children were his favourite things in the world.
"I could say the same for you. Are you not needed for dad duty?"
"It's grandma day," Thomas grinned. "Mums has Marie, Katya and James and she's spoiling them rotten. And Spectre's taking the opportunity to work late."
Peter did not miss the way Thomas' tone flattened when he explained that Spectre was busy. Peter also had known Thomas since he was a boy and he knew when Thomas wanted to talk about it, he would. Until then, Peter wouldn't ask. Even if he did, Thomas wouldn't say. He worried though. Peter loved Thomas and Spectre together and he didn't want either of his friends to be unhappy. "When does Adrian leave for his next tour?"
"A couple weeks," Thomas said, his tone still a tad icy. "I can't go with him this time. He said something about having too many signings to have time. It's fine, it's probably better for the kids to be here anyway." Thomas sniffed and continued staring upwards. "I miss my wife, Peter."
Ah. Thomas was missing Mary, and that was hardly a surprise. It had been a very long time since he would have seen her. "I'm sorry."
"No matter," Thomas said, finally turning to Peter, his lopsided smile back on his face. "Can we have a slumber party?! I want to braid your hair."
"You can try," Peter laughed. His hair was unruly at best. "Perhaps we ought to leave it and have a pillow fight instead."
"Perhaps you should come in off the roof and I'll fix something for us to eat, since I doubt you've had dinner yet, you workaholic." Thomas extended a hand to Peter and he took it.
They had a quiet dinner, parked on the sofa in front of the telly. Eventually Peter ended up leaning against Thomas and when Peter fell asleep there, Thomas scooped his friend up and carried him up to bed.
With the covers pushed aside, Thomas removed Peter's socks and then his jeans. He could sleep in his t-shirt and boxers. Thomas took his own jeans and socks off and then he climbed into the bed beside the slumbering Peter who immediately cuddled up to him in his sleep. Thomas smiled into the dark and he put his arms around his best friend, planting a kiss on Peter's unruly mop of hair.
Things had been quiet lately. They had reached a sort of stasis. Through all the quiet and the chaotic times, there would always be this. There would always be them.
Aly and her cousin Isabella had taken the children to Spain for the end of the summer and while Peter had hoped to go with them, there were too many things keeping him in London. It was strange to be alone in the house with the dogs and one lazy cat whom Peter ended up nearly sitting on several times a day. When the family was all present, there were four children under five in the house, not to mention two teenage girls and a soon-to-be teenage boy.
Peter was lonely.
Business at the hospital kept him busy most of the day, but the nights were silent and interminable. In order to escape his silent home, Peter took to smoking on the roof like he did when he was trying to ignore his problems. He was hardly surprised when, on Friday night, he heard the window creak open and he turned to find Thomas crawling out of it.
"Thomas!" Peter grinned, immediately stubbing out his cigarette on the roof because while he was immortal and would survive any cancer it gave him, Thomas was not.
"Hey there, chimney," Thomas said, flashing Peter his lopsided grin. "Missing the family?"
"Augh, why did they leave me?" Peter asked with a pout as Thomas settled down next to him. "Thomas if I ever complain about having too many kids, please remind me how I feel right now?"
Thomas chuckled and he leaned back on the roof so he could star up at the dark clouds above them. "Peter, if I ever hear you complain about your children, that'll be the day I know I'm going crazy." And he had a point. Peter's children were his favourite things in the world.
"I could say the same for you. Are you not needed for dad duty?"
"It's grandma day," Thomas grinned. "Mums has Marie, Katya and James and she's spoiling them rotten. And Spectre's taking the opportunity to work late."
Peter did not miss the way Thomas' tone flattened when he explained that Spectre was busy. Peter also had known Thomas since he was a boy and he knew when Thomas wanted to talk about it, he would. Until then, Peter wouldn't ask. Even if he did, Thomas wouldn't say. He worried though. Peter loved Thomas and Spectre together and he didn't want either of his friends to be unhappy. "When does Adrian leave for his next tour?"
"A couple weeks," Thomas said, his tone still a tad icy. "I can't go with him this time. He said something about having too many signings to have time. It's fine, it's probably better for the kids to be here anyway." Thomas sniffed and continued staring upwards. "I miss my wife, Peter."
Ah. Thomas was missing Mary, and that was hardly a surprise. It had been a very long time since he would have seen her. "I'm sorry."
"No matter," Thomas said, finally turning to Peter, his lopsided smile back on his face. "Can we have a slumber party?! I want to braid your hair."
"You can try," Peter laughed. His hair was unruly at best. "Perhaps we ought to leave it and have a pillow fight instead."
"Perhaps you should come in off the roof and I'll fix something for us to eat, since I doubt you've had dinner yet, you workaholic." Thomas extended a hand to Peter and he took it.
They had a quiet dinner, parked on the sofa in front of the telly. Eventually Peter ended up leaning against Thomas and when Peter fell asleep there, Thomas scooped his friend up and carried him up to bed.
With the covers pushed aside, Thomas removed Peter's socks and then his jeans. He could sleep in his t-shirt and boxers. Thomas took his own jeans and socks off and then he climbed into the bed beside the slumbering Peter who immediately cuddled up to him in his sleep. Thomas smiled into the dark and he put his arms around his best friend, planting a kiss on Peter's unruly mop of hair.
Things had been quiet lately. They had reached a sort of stasis. Through all the quiet and the chaotic times, there would always be this. There would always be them.