[Backstory] The Katherine Saga Part 6 (Peter, Katherine) Rating: PG-13
Peter found that hiding away in his guest house wasn't always the most pleasent thing. He didn't know how to cook anything, and the thought of ordering out for three meals a day seemed a bit exessive. In the end, he tended to order out every other day and munch on it a little bit at a time, which was probably intensely unhealthy but then again so was talking to Liz when she was in a mood. And she still was. When Peter had gone to the main part of the house to see if he had any mail, Liz had slammed the door in his face despite the fact that the house did belong to the both of them. Peter hadn't liked that very much. Now he was sulking in the guest house, ignoring his grumbling stomach and wishing he had someone to talk to.
And someone did indeed arrive a few hours later. Katherine knocked on his door and waited, hoping he wouldn't be so angry that he wouldn't let her in. Peter glanced out the window and saw who it was. He wasn't thrilled with Katherine right now, but he was used to living in a house full of people. In an abbey, there was always someone to talk to. Unless of course...they were observing Magnun Silencium. But they were still there. Peter wanted someone there so he opened the door for Katherine and they stared at each other. Peter observed that it was a bit like Magnum Silencuim anyway with the way neither of them said a word as she passed him by and walked into the lounge. Except for the fact that she was a woman. Women were nice.
Peter followed her and after a few more moments of silence, he broke it with a not subtle clearing of his throat. "So. You're here."
Katherine bit her lip and nodded. "I am. Oh god, Peter, I'm so sorry. You must have thought....ugh..." Katherine ran a hand through her loose hair and she sighed. "I was drunk and I said things I didn't mean."
Peter looked at her warily. "I think you said things you did mean, Katherine..."
Ketherine looked up at him. "I...Peter I'm not just with you to prove I can be. It's not like that."
Peter nodded. "Okay. Then why didn't you tell me you were going out? With a man?" Peter asked, saying the word 'man' like it was a filthy word, as if he was not one himself.
Katherine bit her lip again. He had her there. "Because...I...ugh. I just wanted a night out, you know? To be silly and get drunk and stupid. I wish I hadn't come here in the middle of it. I made a complete arse of myself."
Peter looked confused. "Why couldn't you have done that with me? The uhm...going out I mean."
"Because you're all...you don't...you and I have different kind of fun. I can have a deep conversation with you and you understand me and you're wonderful but you're not...you're not the kind of guy one would go out with just to cut loose and have fun." He was the kind of guy you took home to mum and you married. He wasn't the kind of guy you went to bars with and played pool until stumbling home at 5 am singing lond nonsensical songs with the neighbors screaming at you to shut up.
Peter made an unpleasent face at her, not caring that it made him seem incredibly childish. "I can get drunk and stupid!" Maybe that wasn't the best argument, but it was what his brain came up with, and before his brain could take it back, his mouth had spilled it forth.
"Anyone can get drunk and stupid, Peter! That's not what...look..." Katherine looked hassled now. "You are sometimes a bit awkward in social situations and I didn't want to deal with it, okay?!"
Well that was nice. Peter frowned and plopped into a chair. "Wonderful."
Katherine crossed to him and she knelt down. "It's not your fault, it's just...how you are."
That hurt. "Oh great. 'How I am' is someone that you can't let loose and have fun with. I'm boring. That's fantastic, Katherine. Thank you very much."
"It's not my fucking fault you were a fucking monk, Peter Kemp!" Katherine bit out and she stood and backed away.
Peter narrowed his eyes. "Why would it have to be anyone's fault?! I didn't know it was such a terrible thing to be with an ex monk. Apparently all I'm good for is embarassing you in public. That's fine." Peter pointed at the door. "Why don't you go find Phil and cut loose with him?"
Katherine turned red. "What the fuck are you implying, Peter Kemp?"
Peter stood up. "I don't know, Katherine. Is there something I should be implying?!"
"Oh GOD, Peter! You're so...fucking MALE. You weren't like this before. Phil is my friend."
"How close a friend is he?" Peter asked, his voice low but far from calm.
"Oh for FUCK'S sake!" Katherine turned on her heel and stormed towards the door. "I liked you a lot better before we had sex!" And she stalked out of the guesthouse, slamming the door behind her.
Peter ran to the window and he opened it. "Yeah!? Well I liked you a lot better before we had sex too!" Then he turned white as Katherine stalked through the gate...right past Elizabeth who turned and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh fucking hell." Peter hissed. He slammed the window down and locked the door. Liz tried to get him to open it for a half hour, knocking repeatedly, but Peter hid in his room.
He wished he didn't have anyone to talk to.
And someone did indeed arrive a few hours later. Katherine knocked on his door and waited, hoping he wouldn't be so angry that he wouldn't let her in. Peter glanced out the window and saw who it was. He wasn't thrilled with Katherine right now, but he was used to living in a house full of people. In an abbey, there was always someone to talk to. Unless of course...they were observing Magnun Silencium. But they were still there. Peter wanted someone there so he opened the door for Katherine and they stared at each other. Peter observed that it was a bit like Magnum Silencuim anyway with the way neither of them said a word as she passed him by and walked into the lounge. Except for the fact that she was a woman. Women were nice.
Peter followed her and after a few more moments of silence, he broke it with a not subtle clearing of his throat. "So. You're here."
Katherine bit her lip and nodded. "I am. Oh god, Peter, I'm so sorry. You must have thought....ugh..." Katherine ran a hand through her loose hair and she sighed. "I was drunk and I said things I didn't mean."
Peter looked at her warily. "I think you said things you did mean, Katherine..."
Ketherine looked up at him. "I...Peter I'm not just with you to prove I can be. It's not like that."
Peter nodded. "Okay. Then why didn't you tell me you were going out? With a man?" Peter asked, saying the word 'man' like it was a filthy word, as if he was not one himself.
Katherine bit her lip again. He had her there. "Because...I...ugh. I just wanted a night out, you know? To be silly and get drunk and stupid. I wish I hadn't come here in the middle of it. I made a complete arse of myself."
Peter looked confused. "Why couldn't you have done that with me? The uhm...going out I mean."
"Because you're all...you don't...you and I have different kind of fun. I can have a deep conversation with you and you understand me and you're wonderful but you're not...you're not the kind of guy one would go out with just to cut loose and have fun." He was the kind of guy you took home to mum and you married. He wasn't the kind of guy you went to bars with and played pool until stumbling home at 5 am singing lond nonsensical songs with the neighbors screaming at you to shut up.
Peter made an unpleasent face at her, not caring that it made him seem incredibly childish. "I can get drunk and stupid!" Maybe that wasn't the best argument, but it was what his brain came up with, and before his brain could take it back, his mouth had spilled it forth.
"Anyone can get drunk and stupid, Peter! That's not what...look..." Katherine looked hassled now. "You are sometimes a bit awkward in social situations and I didn't want to deal with it, okay?!"
Well that was nice. Peter frowned and plopped into a chair. "Wonderful."
Katherine crossed to him and she knelt down. "It's not your fault, it's just...how you are."
That hurt. "Oh great. 'How I am' is someone that you can't let loose and have fun with. I'm boring. That's fantastic, Katherine. Thank you very much."
"It's not my fucking fault you were a fucking monk, Peter Kemp!" Katherine bit out and she stood and backed away.
Peter narrowed his eyes. "Why would it have to be anyone's fault?! I didn't know it was such a terrible thing to be with an ex monk. Apparently all I'm good for is embarassing you in public. That's fine." Peter pointed at the door. "Why don't you go find Phil and cut loose with him?"
Katherine turned red. "What the fuck are you implying, Peter Kemp?"
Peter stood up. "I don't know, Katherine. Is there something I should be implying?!"
"Oh GOD, Peter! You're so...fucking MALE. You weren't like this before. Phil is my friend."
"How close a friend is he?" Peter asked, his voice low but far from calm.
"Oh for FUCK'S sake!" Katherine turned on her heel and stormed towards the door. "I liked you a lot better before we had sex!" And she stalked out of the guesthouse, slamming the door behind her.
Peter ran to the window and he opened it. "Yeah!? Well I liked you a lot better before we had sex too!" Then he turned white as Katherine stalked through the gate...right past Elizabeth who turned and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh fucking hell." Peter hissed. He slammed the window down and locked the door. Liz tried to get him to open it for a half hour, knocking repeatedly, but Peter hid in his room.
He wished he didn't have anyone to talk to.