A/N Don't know what you all think about this, but I've thought about making this into a collection of drabbles about Carla being brave in one way or another. If this idea appeals to anyone, please leave a quick review so that I know there is interest for something like this. I would be fully open to requests; it could be an event from Carla's past, present, or even future – the only rule is that bravery is a theme, no matter how big or small. If this doesn't interest anyone, then I will leave it with just the two chapters, and have it as a Christmas theme, but thought I'd let you decide what comes of it.
Thank you to LoveeCarlaConnor, my faithful reviewer, for your review on the last drabble. As always, much appreciated.
This one carries on nicely from the last one, and is set late Christmas Eve/early Christmas Day when Carla surprised Peter on his doorstep. Enjoy!
Carla rang the doorbell and let out an exhaustive sigh as she turned around to glance down the deserted street. It was the very early hours of Christmas Day, and there wasn't a soul around to disturb the peace which had settled, along with the snow.
She couldn't help but wish it was always as contented as this.
It was hard to believe that even the mention of this place had caused such dread to brew in the pit of her stomach with the sedate atmosphere filling the bitterly cold air this December evening. She knew once everybody was out in force at the start of a new day she would be reminded just why, but she was stronger now than ever before, and the prospect of spending every day with Peter by her side was far more appealing than living somewhere else without him.
'I had a feeling it might be...'
The sound of his voice reminded her why she was here, facing her demons. She spun around, the biggest smile tugging at her lips when she finally saw his face once more – the face she thought, just days ago, that she would never see again.
'Oh, I've travelled five thousand miles to see that moosh. I can't tell you how much I've missed it.'