War, war, war, war... such crap. Price hated it, really hated it, and yet... yet he couldn't be without it. And the mission he came back from was the biggest shit of all.

His footsteps almost automatically led to the quieter part of Liverpool, the huge temple. Magnificent, beautiful... dark. Every time he entered it, when it was dark and the candles were lit, a chill ran down his spine. As his boots clicked on the stone floor of the temple leading to the red carpet ending at the majestic altar. He didn't like being alone in that place, he felt like he didn't belong there, but with you...

He sighed a little. Oh my god, he was crazy, he must really be out of his mind to think of you like that. You're a priest for goodness sake, a man of God's word. A man and a priest bound by celibacy to boot. All wrong, but still couldn't help being charmed by your temper, your smile and your kindness. Oh, my God... he's really out of his mind.

It was spring, the birds were singing, the sun was warm on his skin... he entered the temple through the open door. It was a little cooler in the stone building, a few nuns looked back at him. It was clear that they were coming to see him, and they didn't like his presence, but they didn't say anything, didn't complain. They just nodded a greeting to Price. And then... and then Price finally saw you. You were comparing hymnals on the pews. He headed right over to you.

"Father," Price breathed, his gruff voice carrying through the temple, blue eyes softening a little at the sight of his favorite priest. He cleared his throat a little and suppressed the urge to put his hand on your shoulder. "Do you want help? It looks heavy," he offered immediately, and within moments he began taking the remaining books from your hands so you wouldn't have to carry them.