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Title– And So Things Go (18/34)
Author– jlrpuck
Rating – T
Pairing – Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler
Disclaimer – Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary – The story of how Peter Carlisle moved to London to live with Rose Tyler.
Author’s Notes – Case prepwork continues—and Rose returns.
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earlgreytea68 and chicklet73 have been ideal betas for this—supportive, diligent, and full of excellent ideas. lostwolfchats has been fabulous, as well, and equally as invaluable, ensuring that I didn’t ruin the Queen’s English…too badly. Any errors—grammatical, colloquial, or factual—are mine, and mine alone. The lovely header was created by angelfireeast. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Epilogue
Rose was due back any day—not that he’d spoken to her in the time he’d been in London. Instead, he’d emerged from one of his marathon sessions with Elias and Warren to find he had a message from her: “Peter. I’m back by the weekend. I love you.” He’d been amazed by how much so few words could brighten his day. Elias had noticed the shift in his mood, but managed to refrain from comment until Friday afternoon.
“So, you and Rose speaking again?”
“I wasn’t aware we weren’t speaking,” was Peter’s surprised reply.
“Ah.” Elias returned to his notes.
Peter leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “What made you think we weren’t?”
Elias set his pen down, curling his hand into a loose fist and absent-mindedly tapping his thumb against the blotter. “You were in a foul mood on Monday—even by your usual standards—and you’ve not mentioned her since you arrived. Short of your terse comment about not staying at her flat, that is.”
Peter laughed. “Brilliant detecting you’ve done, McCoy. And I told you I’d not be staying with her before I came down.”
“What? Ruby thought the same thing!”
“Neither of you mentioned Rose at dinner—I took that as a hint. And I never talk about her during work, if I can help it.”
“You were chatty enough in Glasgow.” Elias’s tone held a pout.
“I think you’re misremembering facts.”
“So will we get to meet her?”
Peter gave Elias a hard look. “You’re terribly fixated on that, you know.”
“I’m curious.”
“What about?”
“Everything.” Elias leaned back, holding Peter’s steady gaze. “You’re clearly mad for her, which leads me to believe she’s not the flake the zanzare would have us believe. You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people. I’m curious if you’re different around her.” Elias shrugged. “I’m just curious, Peter. You protect her fiercely—I want to know what kind of woman got you to that point.”
Peter relaxed. “Force of habit, these last few months. Never quite sure who’s lurking or listening. As you’ve seen—the zanzare don’t much care for facts.”
“That can’t be easy.”
“It’s not something I’d suggest everyone experience, no.”
Elias leaned forward, picking up his Biro. “If it’ll bother you, Peter, Ruby and I will survive without meeting Rose.”
“I know. Thing is, she’s curious about you two as well.” Peter felt a wry smile cross his lips. “If we get spare time, you and I—and she’s back in town—I’ll ask Rose if she’d like to join us for drinks.”
“Fair enough.”
Rose returned that night. Peter had just gone to bed after a late supper with Elias and Ruby, when the ringing of the mobile dragged him from his doze.
“Yeah,” he muttered, not bothering to check the ID.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” Rose’s voice held a grin.
“Hello yourself,” he replied, an answering smile in his voice.
“’m back.”
“Good news, indeed.”
“I was going to ask you over, but you’re in bed...”
“You could join me,” he offered.
Rose equivocated. “I dunno. People may talk.”
“Has that stopped us before?”
“There was that one time, in Kendal...”
“Recently, Rose.”
“No,” she laughed.
“Then?”
“I’ll need a room number, you know.”
He rolled onto his back with a sigh. “875.”
“Thistle on the Strand, right?”
“Yes, Rose.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour. Don’t fall back asleep!” She rang off, laughing.
“Hardly likely,” Peter muttered into the dead air.
He rolled over, turning on the light. One of his recent bookstore purchases lay on the bedside table, and he picked it up, intent on reading at least a chapter while he waited on Rose.
He’d finally managed to focus—reading about the pivotal battle in the Allied campaign of 1927, the turning point of the Great War—when he was pulled back to the present by a knock at his door. He glanced at the page number before tossing the book aside and making his way to the door. Maybe Rose would be wearing nothing but a coat...
He opened the door. Rose, unfortunately, was fully clothed in a men’s oxford and a pair of jeans.
“Sorry to see me?” she asked, leaning in to kiss him.
He returned the kiss then took a step back, allowing her into the room. “Not at all.” He closed the door, making sure to throw the bolt, before moving across to where Rose had come to a halt. “You’re disappointingly clothed, but I’m always happy to see you.” He bent down, giving her a proper kiss.
She finally pulled back, breathless, after a few moments. “I’ve missed you.” Rose’s voice was soft as he moved to place soft kisses along her jaw.
“And I you. Quite a lot,” he whispered against her skin.
“Mmm,” she hummed as he came to the corner of her jaw; he’d wrapped his arms around her in a loose embrace, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.
They stood together in the silence, simply enjoying being together again. Peter loved holding Rose to him, loved how relaxed it made him, how comfortable it felt.
Rose leaned back several minutes later. “How are you?” She gave him a searching glance; he felt a flash of warmth pass through him as she ran her eyes across his face, down to his torso.
“I’m well.” He meant it, he realized. He truly felt better than he had in ages.
“You look it,” she said decisively.
“And you? Everything well?”
Rose couldn’t often tell him what she did when she went off on assignment; when she could, it was generally after she’d returned. He always worried, his imagination creating terrors he hoped didn’t truly exist—terrified that something unseen might have happened to her, and that they’d not find out about it until much later.
“I’m fine, Peter.” Rose brought a hand to his cheek. “Boring old trip this time—I’m glad to be done with it.”
He turned to kiss her palm. “I’m glad, too.”
She gave him an exasperated grin. “You’d be happy if I never had to go on assignment.”
“Not true!” he protested, stepping away. Rose gave him a look that expressed exactly how little she believed him. “Sincerely—you’d go mad if you couldn’t go out, go do things instead of sitting behind a desk. I just...I just wish I knew you’d be safe every time.” He ended in a whisper; it was hardly a new discussion between the two of them.
“I’m as safe as I can be—and I’ve got the best team in the bunch.” Rose’s voice was gentle.
Peter shook his head, trying to clear the melancholy. “I bloody well hope so.”
“I know so—and we both know government types are never wrong.” Rose grinned at him before moving to the bed. She picked up the book, lying somewhere near the foot of the bed, wrinkling her nose as she glanced at it. She gently set it on the bedside table, and then turned her attention back to him.
“I suppose I’ll not be reading that to you, then,” he said as he moved to his side of the bed.
“Not unless you want me to be asleep in a minute or less.”
He laughed. Rose loved to hear him read just about anything—but history books, they had learned early on, put her right to sleep.
He crawled into bed, sliding under the duvet as Rose casually undressed. His mouth still went dry at the sight of her in her bra and knickers; she still blushed when she noticed him staring at her. She gave him a soft smile before joining him in bed, snuggling under the duvet; he reached over and turned off the light, then slid down so Rose could curl against him.
“Tell me about your week,” she asked, her hand resting on his chest, her fingers idly playing with the hair smattered across the skin.
It was her favourite way of relaxing when they were together—listening to him describe his week, or the highlights of what had occurred since they’d last spoken. He thought many of the things were mundane; she loved hearing about life in the ‘real world’, as she put it.
So he told her about the week, about meeting Cunningham, about telling Warren of Blackpool; about how they were preparing to go to prosecution. She listened, her fingers still drifting across his sternum. He could feel her nod at some points or purse her lips at others, and he ended by brushing a soft kiss across her hair.
“Sounds interesting,” she offered.
“That’s one word for it.”
“What do you think is going on?” Rose tilted her head back, glancing up at him in the dim light from outside.
“I don’t know. I trust Elias—but I still get the sense something other than the case is at play.”
“D’you miss working with Penny?”
He sighed. “No.” He felt guilty saying it—but it was true. He liked Penny well enough, but Elias was in a completely different class.
“Why not?” There was no judgement in her tone, no condemnation. Only curiosity.
“Penny’s a good detective, and as close to a friend as I have up there. But...Elias isn’t afraid to call me out.”
“And Penny is?”
“Yes. He’s been trained to not trust anyone, I think—not even me, which I suppose is largely my own doing. But even when Elias is giving me a stern admonishment, I never feel as though he’s doing it because he doesn’t respect me.” He rolled over, facing Rose. “I really just like working with Elias,” he finally said, not knowing how else to explain why it was he preferred working with his temporary partner.
“Less baggage, I should think,” Rose offered.
“But he knows of Blackpool.”
“He got to know you before he found out about it. I’d imagine that helped—both of you.”
“Perhaps.”
“How has Kendal been, Peter?”
He felt his muscles tense, his stomach sink just a bit even thinking about his ‘real’ job. “They say ignorance is bliss; it was a lot easier to work there when I didn’t know how bad it really was.”
Rose brought her hand forward, ghosting her knuckles across his cheek. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was full of compassion.
“I’ll survive.”
“You deserve better.”
“You’re very kind for saying so, but I think I’ve fairly well created my own problems in Kendal.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve better, Peter.”
He stroked his fingers across Rose’s hair, shimmering gold in the half-light. “So you say.”
“You deserve so much better,” she whispered, her fingers sliding down his cheek, across his chin.
He caught her hand in his, bringing her fingers to his lips and brushing kisses over them. “I love you,” he whispered.
Rose freed her hand, using it to cup his cheek. “You’re a good man, Peter. And I love you for it.” She closed the distance between them, kissing him softly.
He wished he could believe her—not about her love, but that he was worthy of it.
He rolled onto his back once more, pulling Rose to him. “D’you have to work this weekend?” His voice, though soft, was loud in the silence which had filled the room.
“Not until Monday. You?”
“Same.”
He felt her grin. “Fancy tea with my mum? She’d love to have you over again.”
He groaned. “You trapped me!”
“I did no such thing!” she protested.
“You lured me into a vulnerable, relaxed state, then sprung the question on me!”
“You sound like one of your suspects,” Rose rejoined.
“Tea with your mum.” He gave a theatrical sigh. “Very well. But—I have a favour to ask in return.”
“Quid pro quo?”
He chuckled. “If you like.”
Rose paused a moment before asking, “What?”
“Elias and Ruby have been desperate to meet you. My refusal to talk about you at work has intrigued them to no end.”
“That’s hardly a chore, Peter—I’m dying to meet them myself.”
“Does that mean I can call in another favour instead?”
“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
“You insinuated that first, my love.”
Rose took a breath as though to argue, and then released it in a huff. “So I did.”
He went to respond, and instead felt a huge yawn escape.
Rose laughed. “Alright, old man—time to sleep.”
“But—" He had hoped to fall asleep next to her naked, after having made love.
“Sleep. We can greet each other properly tomorrow.” She leaned up, brushing her lips across his. “I love you,” she whispered through the kiss.
“Love you,” he replied, closing his eyes. He drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
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Can't wait for Rose to meet Elias and Ruby.
It'll pop up before the end of the story. :)
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You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people. Oh, Elias--he's a diamond in the, erm, very rough, that one.
“Force of habit, these last few months. Never quite sure who’s lurking or listening. As you’ve seen—the zanzare don’t much care for facts.” Has the stalking gotten worse? I thought I remembered reading that they leave Peter more or less alone when he's in Kendal...
“You look it,” she said decisively. Speaking of Kendal, he must be enjoying London, even for this curious extra assignment, if he looks better than he did when last he was "home".
He always worried, his imagination creating terrors he hoped didn’t truly exist—terrified that something unseen might have happened to her, and that they’d not find out about it until much later. This would be an absolute nightmare, I think. Rose works with aliens--heaven only knows what she encounters, meaning that Peter's imagination is the limit. ::shudders:: With Rose--at least she has an idea what the rest of mankind can do and thus what Peter faces.
To be briefly crass: It was her favourite way of relaxing when they were together—listening to him describe his week, or the highlights of what had occurred since they’d last spoken. He thought many of the things were mundane; she loved hearing about life in the ‘real world’, as she put it. I'd listen to whatever that man had to say, even if it were regarding that pivotal 1927 battle...
Yes. He’s been trained to not trust anyone, I think—not even me, which I suppose is largely my own doing. That's not entirely fair, Peter. It's really just an indication of how bad the kindergarten ward is.
“They say ignorance is bliss; it was a lot easier to work there when I didn’t know how bad it really was.” This...this is just a heartbreaking statement...
He wished he could believe her—not about her love, but that he was worthy of it. ::brandishes the thwomping stick of self-esteem warningly:: Oh, come on, Peter. You won't be worthy of her love until you accept that you are...and if that's not a circular statement, I don't know what is.
“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
“You insinuated that first, my love.” ::chortles:: I love this entire exchange both for its realism and the fact that it's so appropriate for Jackie Tyler. Plus, Rose walked straight into it, which is fabulous.
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That was by necessity, not choice. I had to catch the commuter bus at 0550, and it takes me (on a very good day) 15 minutes to post the story and the links.
Has the stalking gotten worse?
It hasn't--but Peter hasn't forgotten the not-so-nice things that popped up when it first broke that he and Rose were serious. And the occasional stories which bubble up when news is slow.
This would be an absolute nightmare, I think.
Oh, it is. "A Recurring Thing" only captures a small part of what Peter worries about.
I'd listen to whatever that man had to say,
*nods* Oh yes.
::brandishes the thwomping stick of self-esteem warningly::
*thinks of Airplane!, imagines queue of fans brandishing weapons of self-confidence, waiting to thwack Peter*
Plus, Rose walked straight into it, which is fabulous.
He's a clever man, is Peter. *g*
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'You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people.' - I beg to differ, Elias...he charms me all the time *smirks*
This...this just made me chuckle...
'Maybe Rose would be wearing nothing but a coat...
He opened the door. Rose, unfortunately, was fully clothed in a men’s oxford and a pair of jeans.
“Sorry to see me?” she asked, leaning in to kiss him.
He returned the kiss then took a step back, allowing her into the room. “Not at all.” He closed the door, making sure to throw the bolt, before moving across to where Rose had come to a halt. “You’re disappointingly clothed, but I’m always happy to see you.”
*giggles helplessly*
'But even when Elias is giving me a stern admonishment, I never feel as though he’s doing it because he doesn’t respect me.” He rolled over, facing Rose. “I really just like working with Elias,” he finally said, not knowing how else to explain why it was he preferred working with his temporary partner.'
It's called mutual respect and liking, Peter.
“You’re very kind for saying so, but I think I’ve fairly well created my own problems in Kendal.” - Not your fault they're a bunch of utter bastards, love.
'He wished he could believe her—not about her love, but that he was worthy of it' - oh, love, of course you are! Start believing it, now! And that's an order DI Carlisle!
'“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
“You insinuated that first, my love.”
Rose took a breath as though to argue, and then released it in a huff. “So I did.”
He went to respond, and instead felt a huge yawn escape.
Rose laughed. “Alright, old man—time to sleep.”
Loved this, the teasing is so in character for both of them...'old man' - *gigglesnorts*
I so love this...made my morning!
Thank you *hugs*
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Oh, and before I go may I just shout out, "Elias is the BEST OC EVER in the history of fic!" Ehm. I'm fine now. :) I think I'll just go read it again.
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“You were chatty enough in Glasgow.” Elias’s tone held a pout.
I love to see the partners in action, even when they send mixed messages. okay, maybe even more when they send mixed messages cause it's great to watch them try and untangle it.
“You’re clearly mad for her, which leads me to believe she’s not the flake the zanzare would have us believe. You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people. I’m curious if you’re different around her.” Elias shrugged. “I’m just curious, Peter. You protect her fiercely—I want to know what kind of woman got you to that point.”
ooh, curious Elias. I suspect he'll be impressed with Rose, and also be satisfied in finding out a bit more about the kind of person Peter is. I was listening to an interview with Alan Alda last night and he was talking about the psychology of celebrity and how people get weird about meeting famous people cause you're meeting someone you've seen tons of pictures of, but you don't actually know them and it's weird to suddenly have that image turn into a real person standing in front of you so people don't always know how to handle that. In any case, it's made me wonder how Ruby and Elias will react the first time they see her. I don't think they'd do anything too weird. Elias seems like he could keep a cool head, but Ruby might be pretty frank in her words. Not that she isn't anyways, but it might be sparked by finally meeting Rose...anyways, that's the end of the ramble, back to the comments.
Maybe Rose would be wearing nothing but a coat...
besides being a fun/hot scenario to play out in my head, could I request a Peter and Rose divulge some of their sexual fantasies to each other fic?
They stood together in the silence, simply enjoying being together again. Peter loved holding Rose to him, loved how relaxed it made him, how comfortable it felt.
awwww.
So he told her about the week, about meeting Cunningham, about telling Warren of Blackpool; about how they were preparing to go to prosecution. She listened, her fingers still drifting across his sternum. He could feel her nod at some points or purse her lips at others, and he ended by brushing a soft kiss across her hair......
I imagine he feels even better for being able to tell her about this right away, as opposed to having to hold back till they were able to meet up again.
“Penny’s a good detective, and as close to a friend as I have up there. But...Elias isn’t afraid to call me out.”
“And Penny is?”
“Yes. He’s been trained to not trust anyone, I think—not even me, which I suppose is largely my own doing. But even when Elias is giving me a stern admonishment, I never feel as though he’s doing it because he doesn’t respect me.” He rolled over, facing Rose. “I really just like working with Elias,” he finally said, not knowing how else to explain why it was he preferred working with his temporary partner.
Hurrah for Peter finally acknowledging this! though, I feel a bit bad for him about Penny. if it were a different situation, they could have been closer, but it was not meant to be.
“They say ignorance is bliss; it was a lot easier to work there when I didn’t know how bad it really was.”......“You deserve so much better,”
This is the conversation they probably should have had when they went away for the weekend, but they're having it now and that's the important part.
“Fancy tea with my mum? She’d love to have you over again.”
I take it this takes place after A First Impression Thing ?
“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
“You insinuated that first, my love.”
He's got you there Rose :)
Thanks for a lovely chapter, it's help buoy my sanity in these crazy times. I dare not ask when Rose shall be meeting the McCoys. I get the feeling you'll not be answering ;)
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Alan's a smart cookie--and very astute. I'd imagine, of course, he has had more than his share of experience...
could I request a Peter and Rose divulge some of their sexual fantasies to each other fic?
Perhaps after I finish annotating everything. ;) (which is a 'yes')
I imagine he feels even better for being able to tell her about this right away
Absolutley.
Hurrah for Peter finally acknowledging this!
Indeed. He needed to, unfortunately--and it's because he *does*, that he's able to become proper friends with Penny on down the line.
This is the conversation they probably should have had when they went away for the weekend,
Probably, yes--but neither of them were in the right headspace, I think.
I take it this takes place after A First Impressions Thing
It does indeed. *makes mental note to check The Order of Things to make sure that's reflected....*
it's help buoy my sanity in these crazy times.
*hugs*
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Peter laughed. “Brilliant detecting you’ve done, McCoy. And I told you I’d not be staying with her before I came down.”
So anytime Peter's in a mood, they're assuming a row with Rose? They're going to wonder just how much a couple can fight if they assume that.
“So will we get to meet her?”
Peter gave Elias a hard look. “You’re terribly fixated on that, you know.”
So are the rest of us, admittedly.
“You’re clearly mad for her, which leads me to believe she’s not the flake the zanzare would have us believe.
Ah, the detective suspicion. I'd be really curious to know what he thinks Rose does after meeting her (that is, if no one tells him).
You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people.
Ouch (though kinda true).
I’m curious if you’re different around her.” Elias shrugged. “I’m just curious, Peter. You protect her fiercely—I want to know what kind of woman got you to that point.”
Someone who actually cared about him, I should think. He's got a lot of reason to protect one of the few good things he's got.
Elias leaned forward, picking up his Biro. “If it’ll bother you, Peter, Ruby and I will survive without meeting Rose.”
That's sweet of him to offer. I'm sure it puts Peter more at ease.
reading about the pivotal battle in the Allied campaign of 1927, the turning point of the Great War
That war went on quite a long while, then.
“You’re disappointingly clothed, but I’m always happy to see you.”
I love the phrase "disappointingly clothed." Also, can you imagine if rose did show up in nothing but a coat, and got caught in some wind? The zanzare would have a field day. She hasn't learned this lesson the hard way, has she?
“I don’t know. I trust Elias—but I still get the sense something other than the case is at play.”
Oh, Peter. You just can't fathom the possibility that he's testing you out for the job. But could Williams block a transfer?
“D’you miss working with Penny?”
“Penny’s a good detective, and as close to a friend as I have up there. But...Elias isn’t afraid to call me out.”
I could see that-- he's found an equal in Elias, and he's relishing what it brings to his work. It's really either Penny accepting what he says as an order or Williams telling him everything he's done is wrong-- there's no middle ground for him. With Elias, there's a friendly give and take.
It's really a testament to how much he's liking this partnership that he's not feeling out of place or really uncomfortable in London, since it's so different from what he knows.
“They say ignorance is bliss; it was a lot easier to work there when I didn’t know how bad it really was.”
Easy being a relative term. Has he only ever been lent out to Blackpool? Has he seen any other police force in action on a case?
He felt her grin. “Fancy tea with my mum? She’d love to have you over again.”
He groaned. “You trapped me!”
Is he just comic-ly protesting or really protesting? I'm sure Jackie's got lots of sweets to go with tea for our orally-fixated DI.
“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
You know, it would be really interesting if Jackie just bumped into him on the street or something when something hadn't gone right and he needed a spot of mothering. I'll bet she'd be up to the task (drawn to it like a moth, given Peter's vulnerability), and it could build a better relationship between them.
I can't wait to see what Ruby and Elias say to Rose, especially when they see Peter being all lovey-dovey around her. I can just see Ruby pulling Elias aside and telling him how cute they are.
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Not necessarily--it's just in this case, Elias's supposition was based on faulty cause-and-effect. He asked Peter about Rose, Peter was grumpy, therefore Peter and Rose were fighting. (Yes, Elias conveniently forgot that Peter had been grumpy the entire time.)
Ouch (though kinda true).
Elias's bluntness, fortunately, is just what Peter needs *g*
That war went on quite a long while, then
I never said it started with the sinking of the Titanic; I said that the sinking set things in motion for the war. ;) However, yes, the war did go on for a bit--it started in the early 20's, and lasted until about 1930, when the Depression hit.
She hasn't learned this lesson the hard way, has she?
She has not.
But could Williams block a transfer?
He could refuse to sign paperwork, yes.
Has he only ever been lent out to Blackpool?
He's been seconded a few other times--but mostly to very tiny departments within Cumbria.
Is he just comic-ly protesting or really protesting?
He's being comic. Granted, he's still not quite sure what Jackie thinks of him--he thinks the teas they've had gone "meh", although that's just Peter being too hard on himself--but he likes Rose's mum well enough.
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I'm so eager for the drinks date with Elias and Ruby. (So, will Rose recognize Elias as being the doppelganger of Sir Robert of the Torchwood Estate??) ;)
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They're madly in love with each other *happy sigh*
I'm so eager for the drinks date with Elias and Ruby.
It'll pop up within the next...17 chapters ;)
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*g* He's survived a few meetings with Jackie at this point.
hopefully he will believe her soon.
He does...eventually.
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Oh and are we going to see more fic with Lucy in it later?
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He'll get past it--it'll just take a little bit. And a lot of love from Rose (and Elias and Ruby).
Oh and are we going to see more fic with Lucy in it later?
As a ficlet? Yes.
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Lovely work!
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I'm glad to hear it! I very much enjoy writing them.
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it's another day of run and greet and run again as faculty meetings happen all over the place so I'll comment fully later. but i'm so glad that rose is home, that elias and ruby are going to get to meet her, that jackie will get another chance to see the gem that peter is.
*happy*place*
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Have a fun day! :)
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Thank you so much! Can't wait 'til Monday!
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You're welcome! I...*can* wait 'til Monday, but only because I'm looking forward to three mornings of sleeping in. *g*
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I felt the need to share that I was in the middle of a brilliantly insightful comment to this chapter--you know me, always modest--when my rassinfrassin computer locked RIGHT UP, causing me to lose everything I had written. AND IT'S A MAC! THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!
AAAAAAARGH!
Anyway.
I am going to calm down, and then I am going to have to START ALL OVER. Of course this would happen to me on one of the rare mornings I actually got up and started commenting early.
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Bad Mac! No biscuit!
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And bless you for getting up early on Mondays (!) and Thursdays just to help us poor Peter obsessed people. Enjoy your three day weekend!
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When the characters are cracking along, these chapters are my favorites to write. :)
Enjoy your three day weekend!
Thank you!
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Oh, Peter. Kendal's really been doing a number on his since he discovered things could actually be different, hasn't it? :( At least Rose is there to love and support him, even if he still doesn't all the way believe it. Poor Peter. Looking forward to seeing the meetings with Jackie and Elias+Ruby! This chapter was wonderful, as usual.
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It really has. *sigh* Poor Peter.
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Probably just as well he didn’t get that call in person, in front of company. I suspect he mightn’t have been able to contain his reaction so well as he would have liked.
“So, you and Rose speaking again?”
Is that why he and Ruby had quit talking about Rose? They thought they were on the outs?
Or were they trying to be very clear in making sure Peter knew they were interested in him for his own sake and not as an appendage to Rose?
“You were in a foul mood on Monday—even by your usual standards—and you’ve not mentioned her since you arrived. Short of your terse comment about not staying at her flat, that is.”
Gee, maybe having a crappy time at the NLC, complete with getting his eardrums blown out by his DCI had something to do with it. Not that I picture Peter ever dumping all over Elias (Ruby, maybe) about how badly things do, indeed, suck ass at Kendal.
“Neither of you mentioned Rose at dinner—I took that as a hint. And I never talk about her during work, if I can help it.”
What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
“You were chatty enough in Glasgow.” Elias’s tone held a pout.
“I think you’re misremembering facts.”
I’m pretty sure that both men’s recollections are slightly warped out of true. Peter probably was talking a lot more than he’s used to, or even registered because it just came naturally in Elias’ company. And Elias is taking the degree of chattiness during many idle hours of stakeout as the norm for conversation when they’re actually busy doing something besides staring out a car window.
“So will we get to meet her?”
Peter gave Elias a hard look. “You’re terribly fixated on that, you know.”
Would he rather they just assume she’s exactly as the papers say and be utterly disinterested in her—and possibly also take their estimation of Peter down a few notches for him being with her?
“You’re clearly mad for her, which leads me to believe she’s not the flake the zanzare would have us believe. You’re also—let’s be frank—not the most charming of people. I’m curious if you’re different around her.” Elias shrugged. “I’m just curious, Peter. You protect her fiercely—I want to know what kind of woman got you to that point.”
Peter is wonderfully charming, if you a) dig his crabby, sarcastic vibe and b) don’t make him think you’re an idiot.
Was Peter this protective of, say, Natalie? (I’m assuming the answer for Loreen was ‘no,’ outside of their initial courtship period.)
Elias leaned forward, picking up his Biro. “If it’ll bother you, Peter, Ruby and I will survive without meeting Rose.”
Playing it casual? Very nice.
“I know. Thing is, she’s curious about you two as well.” Peter felt a wry smile cross his lips.
*cranks up the countdown timer*
What would be especially weird is if Rose meets Elias separately from Ruby, and then forms this image in the back of her head of Ruby looking like Lady Isobel. Subsequently when she actually meets Ruby, Rose is thrown because Ruby's not a double.
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They really did.
What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
*ponders creating a character who looks like a young Paul Newman....*
Peter is wonderfully charming, if you a) dig his crabby, sarcastic vibe and b) don’t make him think you’re an idiot.
*glances around* I dunno--I think he's pretty damn charming. When he's not being a bastard. ;)
Was Peter this protective of, say, Natalie?
No. Because...I suppose because he thought she didn't need it. Not that he thinks Rose *needs* it--but knowing that she goes out and is attacked not just by aliens by also by reporters...his protective instincts kick in. So he uses them when he thinks he can be...well, useful. (and not patronizing. Well, not *too* patronizing).
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“Hello yourself,” he replied, an answering smile in his voice.
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(and yes. Except Peter's shirtless)
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You’re saying that to the same man who was annoyed that you didn’t turn up at his house at 3 in the morning when you got into Kendal late?
“There was that one time, in Kendal...”
Is she referring to the shag-that-could-have-been in the interrogation room, or some other incident we’ve yet to hear about?
“I’ll need a room number, you know.”
What, you mean she didn’t use a little social engineering on the desk staff to get a room number out of them? She will have to do that at some point, if she really wants to surprise him.
“I’ll be there in half an hour. Don’t fall back asleep!” She rang off, laughing.
“Hardly likely,” Peter muttered into the dead air.
Must… avoid… terrible… innuendo… pun. Oh, feck it.
Or likely hard? BA DUM DUM! XP
Maybe Rose would be wearing nothing but a coat...
Ooh, he’s finally over his associating that with Miss Scarlet? Good for him!
Rose, unfortunately, was fully clothed in a men’s oxford and a pair of jeans.
Nothing quite says ‘not tonight’ like being dressed like a bobby-soxer. Is this men’s oxford ganked from Peter’s collection? I’d think he’d like that!
“And I you. Quite a lot,” he whispered against her skin.
You have no idea. He’s been seeing to the health of his own prostate on a regular basis. Strictly for the sake of cancer prevention, of course.
They stood together in the silence, simply enjoying being together again. Peter loved holding Rose to him, loved how relaxed it made him, how comfortable it felt.
It’s not often I picture Peter with a big goofy smile on his face, but this would be one of those times.
“You look it,” she said decisively.
He’s getting all hot and bothered, and she’s checking to see if he’s been eating. She’s good.
He always worried, his imagination creating terrors he hoped didn’t truly exist—terrified that something unseen might have happened to her, and that they’d not find out about it until much later.
More shades of ARecT, not to mention some stuff way down the line you’ve hinted at.
She picked up the book, lying somewhere near the foot of the bed, wrinkling her nose as she glanced at it.
Watch out Rose, you might get history cooties!
He laughed. Rose loved to hear him read just about anything—but history books, they had learned early on, put her right to sleep.
Peter must make sure never to use his powers for evil!
She gave him a soft smile before joining him in bed, snuggling under the duvet; he reached over and turned off the light, then slid down so Rose could curl against him.
Yay snoogles!
So he told her about the week, about meeting Cunningham…
And he doesn’t get so much as an inkling out of her? Interesting.
“I don’t know. I trust Elias—but I still get the sense something other than the case is at play.”
I suppose we’ll find out if it has anything to do with why Elias doesn’t currently have a partner soon enough.
He felt guilty saying it—but it was true. He liked Penny well enough, but Elias was in a completely different class.
Elias is a peer, for starters. There’s no subordinate-superior relationship to worry about.
“Penny’s a good detective, and as close to a friend as I have up there. But...Elias isn’t afraid to call me out.”
“And Penny is?”
BWAH! Sorry. Dude, Penny is scared crapless of you.
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Heh. I'd had her just teasing--but I think the shag-that-could-have-been would also work.
She will have to do that at some point, if she really wants to surprise him.
*g*
Is this men’s oxford ganked from Peter’s collection? I’d think he’d like that!
It's one of his, yes.
It’s not often I picture Peter with a big goofy smile on his face, but this would be one of those times.
*happysigh*
He’s getting all hot and bothered, and she’s checking to see if he’s been eating. She’s good.
Well, she's cueing off the goofy smile. Seriously.
And he doesn’t get so much as an inkling out of her? Interesting.
More on *that*, Monday.
Elias is a peer, for starters. There’s no subordinate-superior relationship to worry about.
*taps nose*
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Still putting in that ‘temporary’ qualifier…
“How has Kendal been, Peter?”
As Peter whips out the thesaurus and the Word Menu…
“They say ignorance is bliss; it was a lot easier to work there when I didn’t know how bad it really was.”
At least he’s not baby monkeying on this issue, though.
“You’re very kind for saying so, but I think I’ve fairly well created my own problems in Kendal.”
The fact that his superior is still Williams doesn’t exactly help matters either.
“You deserve so much better,” she whispered, her fingers sliding down his cheek, across his chin.
He caught her hand in his, bringing her fingers to his lips and brushing kisses over them. “I love you,” he whispered.
Nice way to avoid agreeing with her, Peter. Don’t think she didn’t notice.
He wished he could believe her—not about her love, but that he was worthy of it.
Fnargh. I don’t know that he’s ever going to get rid of that last little voice.
He felt her grin. “Fancy tea with my mum? She’d love to have you over again.”
He groaned. “You trapped me!”
She lead him into expecting a weekend of debauchery and room service, and instead it’s Tea With Mum. *nods*
“Elias and Ruby have been desperate to meet you. My refusal to talk about you at work has intrigued them to no end.”
“That’s hardly a chore, Peter—I’m dying to meet them myself.”
So this would be within the next few chapters then. Excellent.
“Does that mean I can call in another favour instead?”
“Are you insinuating that meeting my mum is a chore?”
“You insinuated that first, my love.”
Rose took a breath as though to argue, and then released it in a huff. “So I did.”
What, does he want her to get a team to sneak into the Kendal station and glue everything down on Williams’ desk, including the phone receiver? XP
He went to respond, and instead felt a huge yawn escape.
Rose laughed. “Alright, old man—time to sleep.”
“But—" He had hoped to fall asleep next to her naked, after having made love.
There’s nothing stopping you from getting naked anyway, Peter. Just saying.
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How delightful to see that Rose is back! And it didn’t even have to involve sex in the first five minutes… they are clearly maturing as a couple. ;D
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He's not--it's part of him growing as a person. ;)
The fact that his superior is still Williams doesn’t exactly help matters either.
True. But he's been beat up for so long, he's just got into the habit of blaming himself for a lot of things.
I don’t know that he’s ever going to get rid of that last little voice.
It'll never go away, really. But he learns to duct-tape its mouth periodically.
What, does he want her to get a team to sneak into the Kendal station and glue everything down on Williams’ desk, including the phone receiver? XP
Heh. I think Rose's team might come up with that idea on their own...
And it didn’t even have to involve sex in the first five minutes… they are clearly maturing as a couple. ;D
I *know*! It's a miracle!
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Ok first things first Peter commenting on how Elias seems a bit fixated on Rose, pot calling kettle black methinks! (I would have quoted that but I'm technologically stunted, if you asked me what kind of laptop I had I'd say yellow)
I love the dynamic between Elias and Peter, there's respect there which Peter definitely deserves (and as Warren pointed out in the previous chapter he has absolutely earned) and isn't getting in Kendal despite his success rate! Well hopefully they'll loose their clever bastard to London.
Are Elias and Ruby going to get along with Rose? They obviously like Peter but will they be like Annie and believe what they see of her in the papers and not what they hear from Peter?
Brilliant as always! Love!
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You realize the weekend will seem to go faster if you have a good time? *g*
pot calling kettle black methinks!
True--but Peter's *supposed* to be fixated on Rose ;)
Well hopefully they'll loose their clever bastard to London.
I think we all know how this'll turn out.
Are Elias and Ruby going to get along with Rose?
Time will tell.
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Have a good weekend!
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I'm really looking forward to Rose, Elias, and Ruby finally meeting. Will Elias ever learn what Rose really does? I love the Elias/Peter interactions - it's such a more functional and healthy working relationship than what he has at Kendal. I wonder how Kendal will react when Peter eventually moves to London. I mean, Williams will be happy he's leaving, of course (and they call *Peter* the bastard???) but how happy will he be when their cases solved rate drops dramatically?
I *so* love Mondays and Thursdays.
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Ummmm... Well, your comments *are* appreciated ;)
Will Elias ever learn what Rose really does?
He will at some point.
how happy will he be when their cases solved rate drops dramatically?
HEE. Heh. F- Williams, to be quite blunt. *g*
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Ruby and Rose....well, you'll see *g*