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Awwww wow thanks Abi :D

Glad you like it lol - Pete has to be lovely, otherwise I wouldn't be very faithful to my obsession :P

Update soon, promise! :blush:

lol I thought I was the only one obsessed glad theres others that think they are too

i look forward to the update,

after reading fics on here amd thinking can i be brave enough to write my own cos I think its a bit cheeky yo read fics and not write one yourself LOL

x

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Lol I did that for months!! :blush::ph34r: Not meant to admit that, am I? oops! *hides*

Well I hope you do write one lol! It'd be great to read i'm sure :)

lol not to sure about that, i;ve written fic before (about boyband blue) but have had a Pete fic idea for a while now just gotta be daring enough to do it, gonna be hard as u and others are all so good at it

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Lol dont make me bigheaded, now! :P

I think you would be really good - if you're unsure about your writing, myself and several others on the board are proof readers who could help you with it. Just check out the PR thread in the FanFic section - page five or something lol!

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First off, I am so surprised that Lil didn't die of a heart attack. :lol:

Love the scene between Lucy and Peter. It's so sweet. They have this really cute understanding. It was written beautifully, Alison. I reckon that was the best part so far that I've read.

Uncle Pete lol..... Somehow, it's funny yet sweet.

Two really great chapters.

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Lol I was shocked too! Although she was meant to come back on MSN some time around now and hasnt ...... :ph34r:

Thanks very much Chrissie lol, glad you like the Pete/Lucy relationship :D

You've arrived at a good time, I'm almost ready to post the next chapter lol! :P

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Chapter 21

“So you’re having a good time, then?” Peter asked Clare that night.

“Yeah, it’s a really nice place,” came her voice, crackling down the line. The phone reception wherever she was must have been rotten. “And the people seem nice.”

“Well that’s good,” he said, meaning it. “How about Julie?”

“Oh, she’s loving every second of it,” Clare laughed. “I think it was more for her to get a break than for me! She certainly needs it more. Speaking of which, how is Lucy?”

“She’s good,” Peter said, thinking of their conversation earlier that evening. “I don’t think she misses Julie half as much as I miss you.”

“And how much do you miss me?” Clare lowered her voice, and Peter smiled.

“More than I probably should,” he replied. “But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, I am … but I do miss you too. I mean, I don’t know – this place is great, and I’ve missed my sister like crazy … but I can’t wait to come home to you again.”

“I can’t wait either,” Peter told her, sighing. “It’s only a few days, though, right?”

“As if I’d be staying away any longer than that!” she said. “I wouldn’t want to leave you alone with Lucy for as long as that. She’s too much for you to handle any longer!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that – she’s not that bad really.”

There was a stunned silence from Clare’s end of the phone, and Peter laughed.

“Do I need my hearing checked?” Clare asked him. “Or did you actually just defend the, and I quote: ‘niece-from-hell,’ against being a complete mental case?”

“No, you don’t need your hearing checked,” he confirmed, and the response he got was a loud scoffing down the line. Thank God Lucy was upstairs ‘settling in.’

“Are you having me on? The girl is a nutter! It’s how we’re sure she’s Julie’s!”

“Be that as it may, we had a chat earlier – a real talk, even – and, I don’t know, she’s not all bad. There’s a lot about her I didn’t know, or didn’t understand. I know better now.”

Peter heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see Lucy just entering the room.

“Here’s your darling niece now,” he joked, and could imagine Clare rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, well, her mother is just coming too, so I’ll call you tomorrow and they can talk now, if you don’t mind,” she said. “And, uh … I can’t wait to see you again, Pete.”

“Yeah, me neither,” he said, trying not to give too much away with Lucy right there.

“Okay, uh, bye then,” Clare said, sounding a little put out, and he heard the phone being passed back and forth. He held the receiver out to Lucy.

“Your mother,” he said. She rolled her eyes looking bored and took it from him.

“Yes, mother?” she said, sounding irritated. Peter raised his eyebrows as she tapped her foot impatiently. “Yeah, fine. Course he’s looking after me – he is a cop, or had you forgotten? He’s not stupid, mother! Yeah, I know I said that, but maybe I got it wrong, okay? Yes, I know. Uh-huh. Hmm, I’m sure I can’t wait. Whatever. Bye.”

And Lucy hung up the phone. She caught Peter watching her and shrugged.

“What?” she asked innocently. He half-laughed and sat down on the sofa, grinning.

“You have a very … unique, telephone manner,” he answered, still chuckling.

“Oh, she just annoys me, that’s all. It’s like, when I am around her she always wants rid of me cause I’m in her way, and when I’m somewhere else it’s all ‘Where are you? When are you coming home? Are you taking care of yourself?’ She’s so fickle.”

“She’s your mother, it’s her prerogative to be concerned for you,” Peter reasoned.

“She doesn’t seem to trust you very much,” Lucy shot back at him. “Any particular reason she thinks you can’t look after me?”

“Because you’re far too much hassle,” he retorted smugly, causing her to throw a cushion across the room at him in a joking manner. It was good she was happy again.

“Can we not get into this again?” she asked. “I was pretty open and honest with you earlier. Don’t you owe it to me to be honest and tell me why she distrusts you?”

“I guess, because I haven’t done the best job with my own son,” Peter admitted.

“Why not? I mean, you seem like you’d be an okay dad to me. I guess.”

“I didn’t know about Drew until he was twelve,” he said heavily. “His mother moved away before I found out she was pregnant; and by the time she thought to tell me, he’d already made up his mind that I was a loser and he didn’t want to know me.”

“Well, he doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Lucy said tartly. “I lost my dad, and he’s choosing not to get to know his because he’s stubborn? He’s a jerk.”

“He’s still my son, thank you very much!” laughed Peter. She was good fun.

“And now, what? He doesn’t even care that you’re in Witness Protection?”

“He thinks I’m dead, as a matter of fact,” he said. Lucy spluttered indignantly.

“Excuse-moi?!” she reverted to speaking French in her annoyance, and came out with a long string of French words which Peter, from his two years’ experience of learning the language, recognised to be none too polite.

“Would you mind not swearing at me in French?” he said casually, as though discussing the weather. He had learned this little trick from years of interrogations – people who got themselves worked up were thrown off by a calm response, and shut right up, usually out of shock more than anything else. And hey presto, Lucy stopped in her tracks.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I didn’t actually know you spoke French, so, you know …”

“So it’s okay to swear at me when I don’t understand it, is that what you mean?”

“Well, yeah!”

Peter laughed aloud at this, and Lucy also grinned. She glanced at her watch, then her facial expression turned to one of extreme surprise.

“You know it’s like, midnight?” she said, sounding stunned. He shrugged.

“Yeah, and?” he asked, picking up an old newspaper and flicking to the sports page.

“My mother would murder me if she knew I was up this late!” Lucy cried.

“Well, this is yet another reason your mother doesn’t like leaving me in charge.”

“Sweet!” she exclaimed. “I’ll bear that in mind … ooh, plan! Tomorrow, I’ve to get in some supplies, so what if I hired some films? We could sit up all night and have a marathon!”

“As long as I get to choose a couple of them, then you’re on,” Peter replied.

“Excellent … well in that case I’ll go to bed, if you don’t mind. I’m going to need some sleep if we’re staying up all night tomorrow!” Lucy said delightedly.

“Yeah, sure – I’ll head up in a little while,” he said. “I’m just going to read this first, maybe see if the late-night news is on. Relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Hey, I’m not your babysitter,” she teased him. “But, uh … thanks for today, Uncle Pete. It means a lot just knowing you’re there. And we can have serious talks as well as fun.”

“Yeah, well, I enjoyed spending some time getting to know you,” he said honestly.

“Night, then,” she said, and kissed his cheek. As he listened to her footsteps padding softly up the stairs, he smiled to himself. Being Uncle Pete to a seventeen-year-old girl wasn’t as bad as he had once thought. And maybe, he thought, just maybe, it would help him become a better father to a certain seventeen-year-old boy. If he ever got another chance to try.

Lol enjoy, everyone!! :D

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LOL dont ask wher Alli Belly came from =] I'm happy just doing a fic with you i'll get confused with three people =o.

Loved the update Alli Belly twas awesome cant wait to read more

:(!!!!!!! Can I do a seperate fan fic with you Emma as well as another one with Alli?

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