Peter Gabriel Kemp (father_peter) wrote in darker_london, @ 2018-06-22 21:57:00 |
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Current mood: | shocked |
Entry tags: | peter kemp, stephie marsh |
Well shittlesticks? (Peter, can be open to Stephie)
After taking a few days away from the hospital to give his mind a break from the topic of the Templar, Peter was trying his best to get back into the swing of things. That wasn't entirely made any easier by a visit from Thomas earlier in the day, which had then lasted several hours, but Peter was hardly going to complain. As distractions went, Thomas was absolutely one of his favourites.
After a light lunch and a heavy staff meeting, Peter had started his daily checks. He usually visited a few of the wards, including the residential ward, just to see how everything was getting along. He tried to be as involved and hands on as he could be. Then he usually ended his checks by swinging past Tasha's room and seeing her. And since he was trying to get back into things he did it on foot today instead of by riding his briefcase around like a slightly less than mighty steed.
At least once a week he tried to make it to the security room and see how things were getting on. Peter keyed in the code and stepped through the door, offering a smile to one of the guards, Max, who was currently sitting behind a computer with three screens. "Boss!" Max said happily, extending one arm in the air. "How's things?"
"Getting on, getting on. How are you, Max?" Peter liked Max, who had a keen interest in cooking gourmet meals, and going jigsaw puzzles. Peter leaned against a table so he could settle in for at least a little conversation.
"Great! I made the most amazing grilled pork loin the other night. You should bring your wife over sometime and I can cook for you!"
"That sounds really lovely," Peter said warmly, and it did. One of the things Peter liked the most about Max was just how damn normal he was. Max was in the know, as were all of Peter's security team, but despite working at RMMH, his life wasn't entertwined with the supernatural. It was his day job, not his lifestyle. After work, Max would leave and go read a book by his fireplace with a glass of wine. Some days, that kind of normal life called out for Peter so loudly, it rang in his ears.
Peter's life, however, was never going to be normal. "How are the cameras then?"
"Oh the usual," Max said with a shrug. He twisted one of the screens around so Peter could see it. There in tiny boxes was every hallway and common room in the hospital. He could see Bentley, Joel and Paige palling around, and Abby rushing towards Joe's office. Katia was doing rounds.
"Anything out of the ordinary today?" Peter asked, "I mean...for here?"
"Nah. Werewolf in the residential common room, but safe from the main hospital. And friendly," he added, in case. "Oh and your man is in the basement."
The basement was where the dangerous demons were kept, and Peter arched his eyebrow at that. Just who was his man now? "Lucian?" he asked, confused. Lucian was an angel, and wasn't really supposed to go on the demon ward alone, but he knew that and always obeyed the rules. "Oh please don't tell me it's Rolf."
"No, your man! The tall, good looking one! Littleton?"
Peter stared at Max for a second, uncomprehending. Fear curled in his belly, and then he leaned off the table with such force that it upset the tables' balance and sent several things toppling to the ground. It hardly mattered though, because Thomas was in the basement.
And so was Amaris.
They had been speaking about her earlier, but they had certainly never discussed this. "This isn't your fault!" Peter yelled to Max as he ripped the door back open and set out towards the basement at a dead run.