So there's a woman who was sleeping with my MARRIED uncle for years. Her name is Shawn and I've known her since long before my uncle was married when they dated. I played with her daughters when I was little because they were both only around 1-2 years younger than me.
But now that my uncle is getting a divorce (partly caused by his affair with Shawn, but mostly just because my uncle is a prick and his wife got tired of it) and him and Shawn are full on dating, I overheard my uncle arguing with her over the phone and apparently now SHE'S worried he may be cheating on HER
Like bitch you were having an affair with a married man and now you mad because he might not be faithful to you??????
Peter roamed the party, smiling sadly at all the wonderful friends he’d made; from the filming crew to the cooks who kept everyone fed on set, to the writers and fellow actors, everyone who’d had a part during Moffat’s time as showrunner had attended.
It truly was the end of an era – and certainly the end of a chapter, for Peter himself, finally mentally ticking off his childhood dream. The Christmas Special was to air in a few days on Christmas Day, and Peter was both excited for it and dreading it. He ran into Matt, who was with Lily, David and Billie, the latter whom had still technically played a part in Moffat’s era. They started talking, and soon both Lily and Billie left the conversation as it became very Doctor-Oriented, like a club that only the Actors who’d played the role could join or understand. They mourned John briefly, but soon enough they were all asking Peter who the next Doctor was – it hadn’t been announced as it was to be shown for the first time after the regeneration.
Jenna was dreading tonight, she had half a mind not to go.
How could she go? How could she face Peter again? Sure, they were the best of friends from day one and still were, but he never knew about her incredibly strong feelings for him. She adjusted the tight red dress she was wearing, checked her make up in the mirror and gave Tom a quick kiss before she left the house. Once she had arrived at the event, she paid the Uber driver and very awkwardly made her way inside the event. As soon as she was inside, she couldn’t help but want to run straight out. Her face was red with embarrassment, her breathing heavy from the short anxiety attacks she had suddenly developed over the last two months. Jenna fiddled with her fingers, twisting all the rings she wore for comfort and when she spotted Peter right in the middle of the room, the centre of attention, she could have sworn her heart came to a halt.
Peter turned and saw her – stunning, impossibly beautiful, as always, the smile that stole his and many other’s hearts the moment eyes had been laid on it.
Her eyes, so big he could fall in and get lost inside them. She was incredible; the words just didn’t exist to describe her beauty. And he didn’t even want to start on her personality.
Peter walked over to her, arms thrown out wide, “Jenna…!” he called out in his Scottish brogue, his face a clear picture of happiness.
Once she remembered how her feet actually worked, Jenna moved forward and fell into his chest, her arms wrapping so tight around his waist she was worried she was hurting him. She held onto him for longer than she needed to and then she had finally realised everybody in the room was staring at them, wide eyed and confused. Jenna cleared her throat and stepped backwards, staring up at him as if he was the most important being in the universe, a twitch of her lips as she thought of how much she had missed him.
‘It’s been awhile, Jen,’ he said with a smirk, one hand rubbing his back as if she’d snapped his spine.
‘I can feel it in your hug,’ he teased, ‘Let’s go grab a drink, they’re just over there. I haven’t had one yet, I was waiting for you,’ he said, with a soft smirk, his head tilting to the side to show her where the bar was.
‘God, yes, I certainly need a drink,’ she laughed off the concerned look he shot her and followed after him, towards the bar.
‘Elaine chose not to come tonight.’
Her head snapped round to look at him, ‘What? Why?’ she asked, a little too quickly for her liking. Had they been fighting?
‘Oh, she just… wasn’t that interested, I suppose.’
In truth, he and Elaine had been drifting. No fights, no hate, their spark was just less bright. Cecily had been getting into all sorts of trouble, which had stressed the two of them out and it was just getting to be a bit too much strain on their relationship.
Jenna took a deep breath in, startled by how close they were standing together as she nodded her head, ‘Oh…’ she muttered, looking down at the contents of her drink.
They hadn’t been fighting, perfect Elaine and Peter were just perfect, in their little home with their daughter, ‘I’m going to need something a little stronger,’ she grumbled, her eyes widening when she realised Peter had in fact, heard her.
‘I just – I’ve had a long day, came straight here after filming in Yorkshire.’
‘Alright, I’ll wait over here,’ he said as he pointed to a small side area, a little more intimate than the main large room where talking loudly was a necessity. He quickly walked on over to where he said he’d wait, and tried, truly tried his best not to admire the beautiful woman.
She was just his friend… she had someone, too! He shouldn’t be looking at her like that, let alone the places on her his eyes kept on wandering to. He finally tore his eyes away and focused on his glass, taking another sip – slowly.
Once Jenna had ordered her drink, she shot a small smile to Matt and Lily who were too enticed in each other to notice her – Jenna admired their relationship and how they bounced off of each other, why couldn’t herself and Tom be like that? They got on like a house on fire, he was her best friend… but, he just wasn’t Peter. Jenna made her way over to the lanky Scotsmen and sat down beside him, the two of them looked quite cosy in the back of the room.
‘So, what’s been going on with you? Any new roles in the works I’m not allowed to know about?’
He smirked instantly, putting his drink down. The conversation set off impossibly fast, and his emotive face was close to hers, their eyes engaged as he told her story after story, from Pearl to Steven, and beyond. He was leaning towards her as he spoke, one of the factors that had their faces far too close together. Eventually, he ran out of stories to tell and sat back, leaning against the back of the comfy booth they were sitting on.
Jenna had been smiling the whole time, nodding her head and occasionally laughing at each story Peter told, her hand falling on his arm every time he made her laugh. Peter, her Peter… Always so funny and full of life, always making her laugh and giving her a shoulder to cry on when she needed it. She couldn’t say she was in love, could she? No, he was Peter… best friend Peter, not possible lover Peter, she couldn’t think like that. Maybe she just had one too many glasses of wine.
He smiled warmly, before standing up, ‘Let’s go out onto the balcony and see what’s out there. Take a look at where Clara and The Doctor will go next,’ he teased, offering his hand out to her.
Once they were outside, he walked right up to the railing, putting both hands on it. He stared up at the sky, shutting his eyes as he thought about just how beautiful it was up there. He was sad that he was losing his dream job, but it was time for it to happen, time for him to go.
Jenna stood next to him, brushing her arms as a cold air ran through her body. She took a shaky breath in, paying attention to the way his head tilted back. She loved the curve in his neck, the sharpness of his jawline, the outline of his face. He was a beautiful man, she couldn’t think of anything more beautiful. All she wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him, but instead she opted for resting her head on his shoulder.
‘Just the Doctor and Clara, in the TARDIS…’
He felt comfortable, complete even, when she rested her head on him. A simpler description could be that he was utterly content in that moment, ‘My Clara…’ he said softly, smirking.
It was as if the name was chosen to exaggerate his accent as much as possible, even though she was named before he was even considered to be the next Doctor.
Jenna laughed and tightened her grip around his arm, never wanting to let him go, just like Clara never wanted to let the Doctor go. But she had to let him go, she had to because if she didn’t, she was certain they would start something neither of them could stop.
She took a shaky breath in and rubbed his arm, ‘I wish – I wish that, I wish - ’ she sighed and shook her head.
‘I wish that things were different, Peter. That you were younger or I was older… or that we were different people entirely.’
Peter sighed before she spoke, he inhaled a large breath, listening to every word she said. After she said ‘I wish’ a few times, he responded by teasing her, exaggerating his accent, ‘Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish upon a star!’ he felt a nudge which indicated she was serious.
Then she commented how she wished things were different – but surely everything worked fine as it was, ‘Is there an issue with my age?’ he said in a playfully offended tone, not quite catching on to what she was suggesting.
Jenna swallowed and only gripped his arm tighter, taking a deep breath, ‘Yes, yes there is…’ she sighed and wiped at her eyes, trying to hide the tears that were forming.
‘I – I just wish we were different people sometimes, you know? With different lives…’
‘I’m not quite following,’ he said softly, ‘I mean, if we weren’t Actors, we’d never have met! Almost certainly, I don’t know the chances that the two of us would have had to meet in a different career path,’ he turned and pulled Jenna into a tight hug, holding her close against his chest, before releasing her.
He stepped back, smiling comfortingly. Her face was so beautiful – and although she was wearing plenty of makeup, it made no difference to him – she’d always look the same, the most beautiful co-worker he could ever imagine.
‘We should probably head back inside, hey,’ he said with a soft chuckle, nudging her with his elbow.
Jenna swallowed hard, he didn’t understand – he never would. She forced a smile and nodded her head, ‘Yeah, people will wonder where we’ve got to,’ she mused and followed after him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold his hand.
Throughout the night, Jenna decided to distance herself from Peter, the pain of not being able to be with him ripped through her and twisted hard in her gut. By the end of the night, she had drank so much she was stumbling all over the place, attempting to find her phone in her bag to call herself a taxi. She shouldn’t be here, she should never have come, she could have been at home with her lovely, perfect boyfriend but no, she had to come out and see Peter perfectly happy with his perfect life and perfect wife.
Peter went outside to see a drunk Jenna stumbling about. He ran over to her and grabbed her hand to steady her, ‘Hey, hey, hey…’ he said, catching her as she stumbled, now holding her by her arm.
He chuckled, ‘Hey stranger, you look a little drunk…’ he teased, standing her up and hugging her gently, ‘I’ll call you a taxi if you need one?’ he offered, his face as kind as it had always been.
Jenna giggled, too far gone to realise the funny voice and accent he was clearly putting on. Was Peter as drunk as she was? No, he couldn’t be, Peter didn’t drink. She nodded, falling against him as she pulled her jacket on rather unsuccessfully and stumbled against him.
After a few moments, Jenna managed to steady herself against the lanky Scotsmen, ‘Yeah, yeah! Taxi would be good… can’t find my phone, Pete,’ she only called him Pete when she had been drinking.
Peter sighed, ‘Of course,’ he muttered warmly, almost with affection despite the sarcastic nature of the comment. He got his phone out and called a taxi for her, informing Jenna it would arrive soon.
‘How about we take a seat while we wait for your cab?’ he suggested, holding his arm out for her.
She nodded, her eyes blood shot from all the alcohol she had consumed, god knows what she had drank. Jenna carefully made her way to sit at Peter’s side, her heart racing as she felt his arm slip around her shoulders. She shouldn’t think anything of it, he did that all the time, especially when she was going through her break up with Richard, which was partly his fault. No, it was her fault for falling in love with somebody who wasn’t Richard. Jenna felt the shiver run down her spine, her breathing unsteady as she dropped her head onto Peter’s shoulder and attempted to kiss it, but missed and planted a kiss on his neck, just below his ear. Peter breathed in quickly and noticeably, the moment he felt her lips on his neck. He decided to pass it off as an accidental kiss and ignored it, smiling gently with his eyes shut.
They sat in silence and soon enough, the cab arrived. He stood and helped Jenna up, almost pulling her over to the cab, ‘Well, I’ll see you around, Jen!’ he said with an awkward smile, opening the Taxi door for her.
Jenna nodded, clearing her throat as she stumbled towards the door and managed to grab hold of it. Carefully, she sat herself in the car and before Peter could shut the door, she retrieved her phone from her purse.
‘Found it!’ she exclaimed, giving the former Time Lord a wink as she shook her phone.
‘Text me,’ Jenna told him rather sternly, trying to pull off a serious expression, but it wasn’t working and she fell into an obvious fit of giggles, unable to stop herself.
‘Yeah, I suppose I’ll have to,’ he said with a light chuckle, ‘Get some rest, try not to bring the drinks back up.’ He shut the door to the cab and waved as it drove off.
Peter went back inside, unaware of the Media storm heading his way. He spent the rest of the night having fun, blissfully unaware of what was ahead.
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ADVICE: Can we Remove For Better for Worse in Christian Marriage vows??
ADVICE: Can we Remove For Better for Worse in Christian Marriage vows??
ADVICE: Can we Remove For Better for Worse in Christian Marriage vows??
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