Someone to comfort me

Chapter 10

A/N sorry I meant to post this last night and completely forgot and I apologise for the terribleness of it its a filler chapter so start moving us slowly onto the next stage of the story and not a very good one so I apologise. grumpy children do not make for a good creative flow lol

Chapter 10

The next day Peter packed up his bag and headed back to Cardiff, it was only Sunday and he wasn't due back until Tuesday morning but he didn't want to stay in Jenna's anymore not now he knew what she felt like in his arms and how she tasted on his lips, when he wasn't able to experience it again. He knew she was right of course he did but that didn't mean that he didn't still want her the same. As he drove up the motorway the music vibrated in his ears trying to drown out his own thoughts of the weekend, the sooner he got back into work the better.

"And news just in Peter Capaldi has been spotted leaving Jenna Coleman's flat bag in hand. Looks like a lovers spat eh" The DJ commented on the Radio "I don't know how they expect us to believe that they weren't having an affair, I seen them together during the world tour and the chemistry and sexual tension between the two of them was electric, week beyond that of just- Peter angary changed the channel of the radio.

"This statement Capaldi's people have put out do you believe it?" an interviewer on the radio asked "No of course not, it was plan to see on set they had more than platonic feelings for one another, they were very touchy feely" Peter heard his former co-worker Sophie Stone answer and he felt a sting of betrayal at her words.

Peter changed the channel again this time pressing the button so hard it cracked beneath his finger and he swore under his breathe. Elaine was going to kill him for damaging the car. Except now she wouldn't, she would probably never know unless he told her. The next station he relaxed at they were playing rocket man by Bowie. Singing along to the song and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel he almost felt like everything could be ok again.

When he finally pulled up at his Cardiff flat he felt far more relaxed having spent the journey singing along to old punk songs on the radio. Climbing out of the car and grabbing his bag and guitar he headed up to the flat after closing the car door with his foot and locking the doors. He was whistling the tune of "we don't need no education" feeling father upbeat about things again when he reached his flat only to come back down with a bump to see Steven Moffat sat on the floor leaning against his door, laptop on and frantically typing away.

"Ah Peter I heard you were heading back up and thought I'd stop by" Steven greeted looking up from his laptop.

Peter narrowed his eyes at Steven, he never just stops by he's usually too busy. "Sue sent you didn't she?" Peter asked with a slight laugh.

"That obvious?" Steven asked sheepishly, shutting his laptop and standing up.

"You never come and visit unless you need something from me" Peter pointed out as he opened the door to his flat and stepped inside, holding the door open for Steven.

Peter looked around his small flat accepting that this was his only home now with its large window and cold laminate floor, sparse furniture and even more sparse decoration

"Well I do actually. BBC want me to talk to you about your contract" Steven said absentmindedly as he set his laptop down on the glass coffee table, opening it up and pulling up a file.

Peter's stomach dropped at the mention of his contract, he knew the negative press would affect his image but that didn't stop the hurt of having his dream job torn away from him while is life was still falling apart around him.

"My contract?" Peter asked nervously dumping his bag and guitar behind the sofa in the open planned living and kitchen area.

"Yea they want you to hurry up and decide if you're staying for series 11, they want you to stay on but it's up to you" Moffat answered barely taking his eyes of the screen as he read it.

"They want me to stay?" Peter asked feeling a huge sense of relief. "I thought after all this mess they would want me as far away from the show as possible"

"I'm not gonna lie some of them did but I swore on your behalf that it was all false you and Jenna are strictly just friends and that seemed enough" Moffatt explained looking up at Peter for the first time since coming into the flat and seeing the pain in his eyes.

"Yea just friends" Peter muttered the reminder stinging just a little bit. "Sure I'll do series 11" He said determinedly. His main reason for not being sure before had been Elaine and now that she was out of the picture and Jenna didn't want a relationship with him anytime soon he might as well stay on and see what Chris has to offer.

"Good because I already told them you were staying. So now that that's out of the way. You look like hell. Scotch?" Moffat said clapping his hands together and pulling out a bottle of scotch from his bag.

"Thanks you really know how to make a guy feel good" Peter laughed getting glasses from the kitchen shaking his head at Steven for assuming he would stay on for another series, he should have known Steven would know him better than he knew himself especially right now when he wasn't sure who he was anymore without Elaine or Jenna by his side.

"We're scots we pick on each other to show we care" Steven nodded taking the glasses of Peter and filling them up, both scots necking the drinks back in one go. "You know my first wife cheated on me, I know what it feels like"

"Yea but you weren't suddenly hated by the entire world because they thought you were the one having the affair" Peter pointed out gloomily.

"No suppose your right there" Steven muttered pouring another drink for the two of them.