caroline has to tell her daughter, at various stages in her life, about her father. Sounds sad, won't be THAT sad, takes the form of stories about Mac and Caroline before he *Sob* died
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Remember your father

Age: 3 years

She was playing on the floor, utterly absorbed in the task at hand as only three year olds can be (in this case, it appeared to be making a tower out of red and yellow peppers), when suddenly her attention shifted, as only a three year old’s can to her mother and she fixed her with her full attention.
“Mummy?” Caroline looked up distractedly from the recipe book she was trying to make an obscure cheese dish out of, only to curse silently when something exploded in the pan on the stove.
The child turned so she was cross legged, facing her mother, little brow furrowed with inquisitiveness.
“Well, at my nursery there is a girl called Mary, and her mummy is a worker at the place that makes compluters-”
“Computers,” broke in Caroline, a smile in her voice.
“Yes them and she lives in…” Sarah continued to ramble on about the girl called Mary and her mother tuned out a little bit, peering at the sodden mass in the saucepan and wondering vaguely if the gas was at the wrong heat or something- or no, wait, OVEN baked it was meant to be-
“- and Mary says her Dad got married to her mum in a BIG wedding like the picture on the TABLE but that picture hasn’t got Guy in it so is Guy my daddy or not?”

And that caught Caroline around the waist so violently that everything in her world stopped.

The moment had come to explain, to her three year old, why her daddy in the picture on the table in the BIG wedding wasn’t there anymore.

And never would be again.

:cry I love this already! Thanks for starting a new fic MN, your writing rocks. I have tears in my eyes after that - I can't wait for more. Would a cookie get it up faster? :cookie

.... awww ... i like it already ... please update soon

Aw I love it, yeah please update soon I want to hear what happens...

No Mac isn't dead. I am in denial :o But Caroline and Mac have a daughter awwwww

ok NEXT BIT woot. ok a little more info too... may jump around age-wise, and may not be ALL CAROLINE, guy may stick a meddling hand in there too...
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What would she do? She had been pondering that point ever since she had married him, ever since the reality had hit her about being in love with someone who would die, but even more so since she realised she was pregnant with someone who’s body wasn’t planning on sticking around much longer.
Her greatest regret was that Mac had never seen Sarah, never met his daughter with the strawberry blonde hair who looked so much like him that Caroline had had trouble looking at her daughter without crying for the first week or so of her life. But one of the greatest things she gave thanks for was that he had stayed alive long enough to know she was pregnant, to press his hands to her belly and feel the first signs of a gentle curve that would grow to a bump as his own life wasted away.
Now she looked down at her little girl and bundled up all the courage she could, and sat down on the floor next to her.
“The man in the photo’s your daddy, Sarah, but he died before you were born, remember how I told you that?” the girl shook her head, bewildered. Damn toddler memory, or lack of it. “Well he did, and because he couldn’t be here to take care of you, Guy is instead. Guy was your daddy’s friend when he was alive, and he promised your daddy he’d take care of me and you. And he has, hasn’t he?” Sarah frowned for a second, and then nodded, turning back to her peppers.
Caroline breathed a sigh of relief.
The first hurdle was over.

Aw it's so sad yet sweet in a way. Look forward to the next bit!

aww :( love it
more please! :)

Ohhh this is soo cute. Poor Caro

:cry Really good idea for a fic, and as usual you write it fantastically well.

Aww.
This is really sad, but really good at the same time. :)

I love how you're writing it, like you can really feel for Caroline about telling her daughter about Mac.

Please carry on.

awwwwwwwwwwwww

it a gr8 fic :excited

thanku everone! more lighthearted, may continue this bit havent made mind up yet.

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Age: 7 years

“Why are you wearing a skirt?” she asked, giggling as she grinned up at Guy and pointed at one of the photos in the album open on the table. He opened his mouth in shock, retaliating angrily,
“It’s a kilt! It’s traditionally Scottish!” Caroline raised one eyebrow.
“She does have a point, you know. I think if you’re not Scottish it basically counts as a skirt.” He sat back, and replied grumpily
“At least I looked better than little mister miniskirt there.”
“Aww. I thought Martin looked lovely.” Sarah was leaning over the album, frowning.
“Your dress is a bit funny, Mummy.” Caroline smiled and leaned down to look over her shoulder, saying in her best ‘explaining to children’ voice.
“That’s because at weddings the lady has to wear a Big White Dress, because it’s the tradition, which means that everyone has done it that way for a really long-” her daughter looked at her sceptically.
“Um, I know. I’m just saying it looks a bit silly around the waist and the neck doesn’t suit you.”
Caroline scowled back at Guy, who was holding in gales of laughter by only a thread.
“Nice to see she’s managed to pick up a bit of you,” Caroline remarked darkly. She was interrupted in this line of thought, however, by sarah turning with another question.
“Why isn’t my daddy wearing a tie like my Guy?” Caroline always found it so endearing when Sarah called Guy that she forgot her earlier annoyance. She had always wondered how it would work out- she probably wouldn’t have been able to stand it if Sarah called Guy daddy, but luckily she had made some connection and called him ‘my Guy’ instead.
“Because,” remarked Guy dryly, “Your daddy was a right scruff.” Caroline ignored him.
“They’re quite uncomfortable, love. See how sunny and warm it was? Imagine having something tight around your neck in that.”
“Oh.” Sarah lost interest and turned to another page. “Eugh!” she said, giggling. “Kissing!” and indeed there was. Caroline smiled to hide the tears she could feel forming in her eyes at the sight of her favourite wedding photo that she loved so much she couldn't even have it on display.
Why the F*CK had he died?

aww :(
poor Caroline :cry

this is great :)
more please!

:notworthy I love this. It's amazing how you've managed to get it so cute and funny, and then it just hits you over the head with sadness. The ending of that last bit brought tears to my eyes.

Age: 5 years

“Tell me a story.” She clambered onto her lap for the first time in a while, ever since she’d started school, actually. Caroline tried to hide her delight, and put down the book she was reading and slipped her arms around her daughter’s waist.
“What sort of story would you like?” her daughter considered, and then said decidedly, scooting over until she was in a more comfortable position.
“A doctor story, about the hospickle you work in. and uncle Martin and uncle Boyce and my Guy and a pony and a motorbike. They’re in it, too.” Caroline grinned down at her little girl, half happy she was interested in hospitals, half apprehensive about a growing obsession with motorcycles.
“A doctor story, eh? Am I allowed to be in it, too?” Her daughter looked unsure.
“You’re not a proper doctor, though.” Caroline was taken aback by this, and prayed silently to herself that Guy’s slightly… sexist attitude towards female doctors hadn’t stained the attitudes of her own child.
“Why’s that?” Sarah snuggled into her, yawning.
“Because you’re my mummy mostly, and there isn’t room for both. You can be in it if you want.”
“All right then. Once upon a time, there was a hospital where lots of very very strange people went to work. They were all there an awful lot of the time, so they all knew each other really well, but that wasn’t necessarily very good, because they tended to get on each others’ nerves a lot. Anyway, one day your uncle Boyce and uncle Martin had a really good plan to get on your Guy’s nerves.” Her daughter was enthralled.
“What did they do?” her mother smiled.
“They put stuff in his fanta to make his tongue blue.”

An hour later, Guy arrived home, walking into the living room to see Sarah still on Caroline’s knee. “…. And then the pony and the motorcycle rode off into the sunset.” Making a ‘jesus Christ they’re mad’ face, Guy was about to leave, but then he felt a small person grab his legs from behind. He turned to see Sarah hugging him.
“I’m sorry those nasty men put something nasty in your fanta, my Guy.”


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hope you recognise the story... notice PURPOSEFUL alterations- obviously wee being blue would disgust quite a young child...

You really do write this wonderfully well :notworthy

:cry !!!YAY THIS IS SO GOOD. my guy..

i think you'll find its MY guy! tee hee

aww
this is brilliant! :worship

awwwwwwwwwwww

gah, it's practically vomit worthy, eh??
ah well, da funnies are coming... i just have to... write some...

Aw its such a sweet fic! Please update soon, it makes me smile! :)

:notworthy This is the sweetest fic ever - write more!

Age: 15 years

“Arrrgh!” Guy suppressed a smile as the teenager stomped into the living room, slamming down her schoolbag on the nearest chair and groaning.
“What’s happened now?” she rolled her eyes, slumped on the sofa.
“You don’t even want to KNOW.” Seemingly disregarding this herself she gave a dramatic sigh, and launched into her story with relish. “OK, fine, if you insist. Bloody MUM won’t let me get a bloody MOPED even when I turn sixteen, because she thinks they’re bloody DANGEROUS. Just because she’s scared even on the bloody BUS, doesn’t mean I should suffer, does it? Jesus Christ, it’s just a glorified scooter-” she broke off, noticing with fury Guy’s laugher behind the newspaper. “And you can stop laughing, or I’ll tell mum about the vodka.” He rolled his eyes right back at her.
“I only gave you a BIT, and it was once, and how was I supposed to know it’s illegal?”
“Why are you laughing, anyway? You can’t possibly think they’re dangerous, too.” He shook his head, dropping the newspaper down.
“That’s not why. It’s just I happen to know that in the right circumstances, your mum used to be quite the sucker for dangerous two wheeled vehicles.” Sarah narrowed her eyes.
“Tell me more.” he jerked his head to the photo on the mantelpiece.
“Old mister ginger breeder over there. Great big whopper of a bike, he had. Bloody death trap. She seemed to quite enjoy it, in fact. Screamed her bloody head off, but she enjoyed it.” Sarah shook her head.
“I don’t believe you. And you are talking about my dad here, not the dog?” she pointed at the bright orange hideous ceramic puppy that dominated the mantelpiece.
“Oy! That’s designer!”
“Bullshit.” He gave up and shrugged, picking up the newspaper again.
“There are only two helmets floating around somewhere. You’ve no idea, this house is like some kind of ghost shrine. She’s got T-shirts in the wardrobe, bloody leather jackets-"
“What make of bike?” he shrugged again.
“No idea. Your mum will know, probably the exact model too.” He heard the door slam, and Caroline calling out,
“I’m home!”
“What make was Mac’s bike?” he called back. She walked into the living room, pulling a hat off and running her hand through her flattened hair.
“What?”
“What…make….was…Mac’s…bike. Sarah wants to know.”
“Ducati.” She said, smiling softly and then turned, walking out of the room.

Sarah stomped after her, preparing to shout-
"If you've ridden a Ducati, voted most dangerous vehicle of the year by Motor magazine, why can't I get a mo-"
"Leave it," said Guy gently. "She's just being a good mother."
"What kind of a good MOTHER," said Sarah sitting back down, "Doesn't want her daughter to have FUN?"

haha! :lol:
aww let her have the bike :P

Give her the bike. Its only fair

Aw, she still loves him. :cry Amazing fic! :notworthy

This is very sweet, but can I point out that it was actually Mac who put the stuff in the Fanta to turn Guy's wee blue. Sorry small point I know, but it was one of the many times Mac got one over one Guy :lol:

Just out of interest have Guy and Caroline not had any children together :unsure: Does it mean that they are only friends. :lol: Interesting, very interesting :ph43r:

This is a great arrangement. Well not so good for Mac obviously. I am picturing Guy smoking a pipe...

Can I just say....I LOVE GUY!!!

Don't we all... Don't we all

ha ha!
LET HER HAVE THE BIKE!

my mum won't pay for my bike licence...

SO MY DAD IS!
:P
as long as i pass my driving test first...

well: first point:
I knew it was mac, its just caroline had to adapt the story- kid hadn't asked for some long-dead father to be in the story, had she?? she wanted boyce and martin...

second: guy and caro's realtionship is very weird, as will be highlighted in later chapters... it seems that she didnt get over him quite as quickly as he might have hoped. but they do HAVE a relationship. maybe one kid was enough...

angsterry bit.... another section or two, went to town and its e NORMOUS... but anyway. no prizes for guessing who the letter's from!

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Age: 16 years

Sarah was just finishing her birthday breakfast of nutella on toast, coffee and a fried egg and contemplating happily the moped visible through the window when her mum, on the verge of being late to work as usual, ran downstairs and stopped by the table, scrambling distractedly in her pocket for something.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you when you get back from school ok? Happy birthday, love.” finally, finding whatever it was in her pocket, she smoothed it out and laid it on the table, saying with a strange expression in her face and a forcibly normal voice, “And this- I’ll probably forget about it later, so. I was told to give it to you on your sixteenth birthday.” She leaned in to kiss her. “Have a good day,” she whispered.
Once she was out the door, Sarah picked up the envelope, a little confused. It was quite a big one, a little crackly to the touch as though quite old, and said quite simply, “Sarah” on the front in a handwriting that looked ever so faintly familiar. Abandoning her toast, she opened it carefully, and pulled out a card. The card was vertically striped, and when she turned it the right way out several sheets of paper covered in that handwriting fell out. She opened it properly and saw written on the inside of the card,

“Dear Sarah (and I’m hoping you ARE Sarah, because this would be rather awkward otherwise),
Happy Birthday sixteen times over.

All my love,

Someone you’ll never know”

Even more confused she took the top piece of paper and started reading.

“Kid,
(I’m going to call you that, just on the VERY SMALL chance that
1) your mum decided to call you something else because of memory loss and/or idiocy
2) you are not in fact a girl.)

Hi.
We have met, a couple of times, although you might not remember because they were sort of one-way exchanges. You projected on a screen, me watching. You inside someone’s stomach, a wall of skin between us, you bloody kicking me. Me playing you absolutely fan-bloody-tabulous music and you not even ACKNOWLEGING Waterloo Sunset.”

:cry I want you to post more (NOW), but I know if you do I won't be able to stop crying. This is so great. :notworthy And vertical stripes! I love the GW references.

Okay im crying at fics again...embarrassing!! Lots more letter please! Oh and then a resurrection!

It's so sweet and sad at the same time - it's just great!

aww :cry :(
this is great
more MORE! :)

I'm camping in this thread now, and I won't come out until you post more. *sits and glares*