It's another fic! I'm a bit worried these are all getting repetitive so please message me if you have any good ideas for a fic (though I refuse to write CarGuy!)
This is a 'what would have happened if Mac had met Caroline at the station' fic

Mac blinked several times and wondered what the f*ck to do. The balloons tugged upwards but his fingers were too frozen to release them, stiff with fear and shock. He was going to die. He was going to die soon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He followed his feet numbly to the staffroom, stepping over Boyce’s outstretched legs.

“Hey, you’d better hurry up or you’ll miss Caroline.”

Caroline. Shit. She’d be on her way to the station now, waiting for him to take her away and tell her how much he loved her. Mac bit his lip and rested his head against the cool metal of his locker, considering his options: he could get Guy to meet her, and give away the woman he loved, or he could go there and not tell her. Pretend that everything was fine, and when he dropped dead she could believe it was a freak accident.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Caroline and Guy married. He might be alive for their wedding and that thought made his stomach churn with bitter jealously, and the sour feeling told him everything he needed to know. Grabbing his helmet, he sprinted out of the locker room, nearly knocking over Boyce in the process, and dashed for the car park. Leaping on his bike, he revved it up and sped out of the hospital grounds and towards the station and the woman he loved.

- - - - -

Caroline checked her watch anxiously and chewed her lip, praying that he wouldn’t let her down this time. She didn’t really love Guy – he’d always been her maybe – but she was starting to wonder whether Mac really was worth waiting for when he let her down every single time. The toy train was probably the only thing he could have done to win a last chance with her, but if he didn’t show up now she wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive him.

As she mused, a shadow came out of the smoke of the train, heading towards her. Breathless, she stepped forwards to see Mac striding towards her, his face smiling, although it looked forced. He took her hands in his and kissed her cheek.

“You look beautiful, Dr Todd,” he said sincerely, trying desperately not to let his voice break.

You look beautiful and I only have a few weeks to appreciate it.

Caroline tried to read his eyes but his face was a conflicting mess of emotions. His mouth was still smiling but his eyes were torn up with anger and fear, and his grip on her hands was almost painful.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the train, and Caroline allowed him to open the door for her and clamber into the compartment, settling herself into a window seat.

“How was the shift?” she asked cautiously, trying to probe at what was bothering Mac. He smiled and nodded.

“It was fine. Passed pretty quickly actually, I had a meeting with Jeff and a little run-in with Sue but I’m here now.”

Caroline grimaced.

“Sue?”

“She was growling. Well…her baby carrier was growling. It was all a bit strange actually, now I think about it.”

She giggled and without thinking rested her head on Mac’s shoulder.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it” she said honestly, “I’m glad you did.”

Mac replayed the last hour in his head and finally allowed a flicker of a genuine smile to come through.

“Me too” he said, and kissed the top of her head lightly, wondering if he was doing the right thing.

Of course he did the right thing! But oh how I wish he wasn't dying and that him and Caroline could live happily ever after...maybe wishful thinking but hopefully not. You have the characters spot on as always! Please update soon, can't wait to see what happens! Thank you!

aw I love this, and love that song by Gershwin! keep writing I love ur fics :wub:

Don't worry about always writing about Mac and Caroline - it's lovely :wub: Well as long as you stop killing him off :rolleyes:

yay another one.
its lovely :)

Many cheers

Hmm, I'm feeling a bit better about this fic now. I actually know where it's going and it has some smut on page 5! :D Please keep the comments coming.

As the train ride passed, Caroline dozed off on Mac’s shoulder, her breathing evening out until he realised she was asleep. Every so often she would shift slightly and mumble under her breath and the soft warmth of her body pressed against his made Mac feel a million times better, although guilt gnawed mercilessly at his insides, tearing him up.

He was going to die. He was going to die and leave Caroline all alone. Images flashed before his eyes; images of Caroline crying (would she cry? Or was she the stoic type?), images of his bike left to rust, his flat moth-ridden and dusty, his life forgotten. Frustrated, he sighed loudly and Caroline stirred.

“What’s wrong, Mac?”

If he hadn’t looked into her eyes it would have been fine. If he’d carried on staring out of the window at the cows and the scenery, he would have been able to tell her he’d been yawning, or some excuse like that, and she wouldn’t have worried. But he’d looked into her eyes – she had unusual eyes, so very dark and enchanting. He’d noticed that the first time they’d met, though the first time they’d met he’d thought her eyes looked like cow’s eyes. Now they were just beautiful, and before he knew what he was doing he’d taken a breath.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” he said awkwardly, knowing he couldn’t go back from this point, “And if you hate me for it and jump off at the next station and leave me I’ll fully understand – I’ll even give you money for the taxi if you want…”

Caroline cut him off by placing her hand over his mouth.

“You’re babbling” she pointed out gently, “you know that I’m the one that babbles.”

Despite himself he smiled, unable to deny it, and nodded, causing her to smack him lightly on the arm.

“That was harsh” she pouted, and he ruffled her hair.

“Harsh, but true.”

She nodded, conceding the point, and then poked him.

“So what is it? What’s wrong?”

The words stuck in his throat – he hadn’t said them aloud yet, not properly, only in joking words like ‘game over’. Actually saying it, out loud, to Caroline, was more than he could handle; it would make it real, it would mean that it was going to happen.

He swallowed against the dryness of his mouth and the lump that had grown in his throat, aware of her eyes growing anxious as he struggled with it. The train hissed beneath them and he tilted his head back against the seat, trying so hard not to cry – this wasn’t fair, he wasn’t ready to die, he wasn’t finished with life and he wasn’t ready to let Caroline go.

Her voice broke into his thoughts, worried.

“Mac, I’m quite scared, you’re making me think this is something really terrible. You’re not going to tell me that you have five wives and twenty three children are you?”

He forced a laugh and shook his head.

“Nope, no wives or kids. Keep going.”

“Umm…you’re moving away to a different hospital? You’re moving to a different country? You’ve agreed to marry Guy in a civil partnership? You’re going to be the first ginger – sorry, fraise-blonde – on the moon?”

He grinned genuinely this time and shook his head.

“No to all of them. Guy’s not my type, too Swiss and too hairy.”

Caroline pondered that for a moment.

“You’re going to marry Holly? You’re dying of some terrible disease? You…oh Mac. Oh god, no.”

His face had tightened and paled instantly and she shook her head in disbelief.

“Mac, tell me this is some sort of horrible cruel joke. Please don’t say this is true, Mac. Mac!”

People along the carriage were starting to look as her voice raised and he put a hand on her upper arm, feeling her trembling.

“I’m so sorry Caroline. I found out just before I came here and I was selfish, I couldn’t leave you for Guy, and I wanted this weekend so much.”

She shook her head, uncharacteristically sober, and touched his hand which was still resting on her arm.

“We can talk more about this when we get to wherever we’re going. I just want you to remember something really important, okay?”

“What’s that then?” he asked, relieved to the point of elation that she hadn’t stood up and left (not that she could really go anywhere – the train was speeding through the countryside as they spoke).

Caroline turned to face him, her face serious, and took his hand.

“You’re my ‘yes’, Mac. You always have been and you always will be, and Guy was my ‘maybe’ that turned into a ‘no’. Learn it, remember it, and never forget it.”

He smiled against a wave of sadness that threatened to engulf him and pulled her close against him, resting his cheek on her hair, wondering what he’d ever done to deserve her.

Hello champion fic writer...sorry about my lack of commentage! Another wonderful beginning. Where are they going on the train? Can it be blackpool? Pleeaaassseeee. :worship2

eeee that was so beautiful!
xx

I love the bit at the end when Caroline says "learn it, remember it and never forget it"

Sits and waits patiently for more. :)

sets up a tent


sets up several million tents




absolutely LOVE it.

aww :cry beautifully written!

thank you! :P *waits*

Hooray! I love it as ever...please update soon and please don't let Mac die! It's so sad but I'm very glad it's a Caromac. Thankyou *sets up tent in newly developed camp site with the others*

love it, im actually addicted to these fics but its fine i have no life outside this forum :rolleyes:

more please

Repeat after me:

Mac. Will. Not. Die. In. This. Fic.

Learn it, remember it, and never forget it! :P

Another really well written couple of installments :worship2

*waits for next bit*

Ah...I don't pick up things like that very quickly I'm afraid, so this is all a learning curve.

Must. not. kill Mac.
or was it
Must. Kill. Mac?

:ph43r:

At the station at Blackpool they took a cab to the hotel and checked in, the silence slightly awkward but never oppressive. When Mac slipped his hand into Caroline’s, she blinked slightly in surprise but smiled and squeezed back, and they walked up to the hotel room hand in hand.

This wasn’t how Mac had planned any of it, that was for sure, but he felt relieved to be here and to have told someone. Funny, he thought, that a few hours ago he’d been planning on proposing to Caroline and hopefully having some amazing sex in the hotel, and a relaxing weekend together away from the hospital, Sue and Guy. The best laid plans, and all that; he’d never expected that he’d be telling the woman he loved that he had weeks left to live.

She took it better than he’d expected, actually, not that he’d had a lot of time to think about it. She didn’t cry, or get hysterical, although she was quite pale. But she was unable to say anything to help – they both knew that there was nothing that could be done.

Caroline felt like her world had caved in, though she desperately tried not to show it. You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, she thought; she’d never appreciated Mac as much as she did now. Everything he said was that bit funnier, every inch of his body was that bit more attractive, every smile he gave made even more butterflies jump in her stomach. And he was soon going to be gone.

She shifted on the bed, her head nestled comfortably in the crook of Mac’s arm, wishing there was some way that she could change things. Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked at him. He was a million miles away, his eyes focussed on the ceiling, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and in that instant she wanted nothing more than to kiss the sadness away from him.

Nothing to lose by trying, she thought, and leaned over, gently brushing her lips against his cheekbone and feeling his eyelashes flutter against her skin as he brought his attention back to her. The next kiss was placed on his jaw – she loved his jaw, strong and defined, but yet not so sharp as to seem hard – his lips running over the day old stubble, feeling it rough against her skin. She traced the line of stubble down over his chin to the side of his neck where his pulse beat reassuringly, quickening by the second. Looking up, she saw that his mouth had curved up slightly and the lines on his forehead had faded, and she smiled at him, unsure of whether going any further was what he wanted.

Mac answered that question for her, caressing her arm before he pulled her down into a kiss that somehow managed to make her knees weak, despite the fact she was lying down, a kiss that said ‘I love you and I’m so, so sorry I’m losing you, and I want to keep hold of you forever.’ And really, who was Caroline to argue with a kiss that said that? She ran her hand gently down his chest, tugging at his t-shirt until he shifted enough for it to slide over his head, and then bent down and continued kissing him, running her finger in a line down from the hollow of his throat through to his stomach. He squirmed and, delighted at finding his weakness, she grazed her nails lightly over the skin above his hips. The reaction she provoked was even more extreme than she’d expected; he squealed loudly, and jerked so violently that he flipped over on top of her, his hands on her shoulders.

“You scream like a girl” Caroline smirked, and Mac pouted, his hair falling over his eyes.

“Do not.”

“Do”

“Do not.”

“Yes you do…mmm.”

Mac had obviously found the best way to end the argument and crushed Caroline’s mouth with his own until her eyes grew unfocussed and she had to blink to look up at him.

“You’re an amazing kisser” she murmured, her hand lying over his stomach protectively, “But you still squeal like a girl when I do this…”

“Aieee!”

She stopped tickling him and he reached up and touched her cheek.

“Thank you” he said quietly, “For making me feel better.”

Caroline fought against a wave of emotion, desperately wanting to be strong for once in her life, and kissed his chest lightly, moving her lips over to one of his nipples. The moan that the contact elicited spurred her on, and she flicked over the nub gently with her tongue, sucking lightly before she moved onto the other one, her finger tracing imaginary patterns on his stomach.

Mac gave up on trying to think, which was probably a good thing, and closed his eyes, giving into the amazing sensation of her mouth on him. He was dimly aware of her hands on his jeans, tugging the material over his hips, followed by the sound of denim hitting hotel carpet, and he came back to earth with a start, realising with displeasure that Caroline was fully dressed. He pulled her up towards him, biting his lip in pleasure as her body rubbed up against his, and reached around her back to unzip her dress, running his hands over the silky material.

Tenderly, he slipped one strap over her shoulder and kissed the skin underneath before sliding the other strap down and pulling the dress off her, drinking in the sight of her. She looked up at him shyly, her dark eyes catching his and making him lean in to kiss her again, but he had to pull away to look at her. It was the first time he’d had the chance to undress her since they’d met and it could be…no. It wouldn’t be the last, he told himself sternly.

She was perfect, that was the only caption that he could think of to go with the mental images that he filed away for future reference. Long and lean and slender and pale, porcelain white skin elegantly splayed out over the hotel bed-covers. He peeled off her black bra reverently, getting shivers up his spine as her skin pressed against his, cool and firm. Unable to hold back any long, he rested his hands on Caroline’s hips as she straddled him and sank down. He held his breath for a moment, trying to grab hold of this moment in time and freeze it so that he could come back to it sometime when he brain wasn’t mush and fully appreciate it.

Caroline held her breath for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of Mac inside her, Mac filling her for the first time. She’d been waiting for this for so damn long and now she was here the time was flying past and she knew she wouldn’t get many more chances. Determined not to follow that train of thought, she brought herself back to the present, feeling Mac’s fingers digging into her hips as she shifted up and down, drawing a ragged groan from. Neither of them lasted long and as she saw stars and tightened around him he gave one thrust with his hips and came inside her, sighing long and deep in contentment. She edged up the bed, not wanting to lose contact with him, and buried her head in his chest, feeling emotional but determined to hide it. Knowing, he stroked her back lightly, wishing things could be different. They lay there until the sun went down and left them in darkness, bodies entwined and silent.

* * * * * * * * *

hehe smut ... love this fic .. it's so well written please update soon :P

yaaay you updated!
so lovely
and the smut :P heheh
more soon please
xxx

your an amazing fic writer - i love this!! :wub: You cant let Mac die though - that would be too sad!!

Ooo errr. Lovely :wub:

Now remember your chant.

Mac. Will. Not. Die. In. This. Fic.

:thumbsup

Yeah, it would be TOO sad to let Mac die now. It's so tenderly written though it's sweet. Please update soon!!

I'm new to the forum - been using the fanfics to try and cure my obsession and sadness that it's all over :(
I have to say though that you write the BEST fanfics! They're all beautifully written and you have the characters down on the page perfectly. And yes.....a lot of them make me cry aswell, but in a good way!

SMUT!!! :wub:

The next morning Caroline woke up feeling warm, comfortable and refreshed. Even the horrible thought of Mac leaving her couldn’t dent her happy mood; they were together now, and now was all that mattered. His arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulder, and she didn’t want him to let her go but he did as he woke up. His eyes flickered from side to side and, seeing her, his face relaxed into a smile and he rolled over, pulling her close again.

“Sleep well?”

Caroline smiled back and nodded.

“Like a baby.”

I feel safe with you, she wanted to say, but it didn’t feel right and she bit the words back as Mac dropped another kiss on her lips, running his hand through her hair. They lay there in silence for more moments, basking in the warmth of company and a soft bed, and not having to go and work and deal with Guy and Martin and Sue. Eventually Caroline shifted, knowing they should get up and do something rather than spending the weekend in bed.

“Shower?”

It had been intended as a statement and a sentence but Mac didn’t seem bothered by her lack of coherency and kissed her lightly again.

“Only on one condition.”

“What’s that then?”

“I get to join you.”

Caroline pretended to consider that for a few moments, the grin on her face giving her away, and she slipped out of bed, unembarrassed for once by her nakedness. Mac couldn’t decide whether to follow her to the shower or just lie there watching her, but in the end managed to shift himself and step into the bathroom, his arms slipping naturally around her waist and his mouth nibbling at her neck as she fiddled with the settings. A blast of icy water hit them, causing Mac to bite a little harder than he’d intended and Caroline yelped. Wincing, he stepped back and inspected the damage.

“It’s fine” he said soothingly, “I haven’t even drawn blood.”

For some reason that didn’t seem to calm her down much, but by the time he’d given her a soapy massage and they were both wrapped in big fluffy hotel towel she looked happier.

“Am I forgiven?”

She pouted adorably, and then tilted her face up and kissed him softly.

“I suppose so. But try not to take chunks out of me again, okay?”

“Ah, if I must.”

She ran her hands idly down his back, considering that he had a very nice arse…firm, nice shape, very grabbable. She was concentrating so hard that she ignored the first part of whatever he was saying, and flushed.

“Sorry?”

Thankfully he didn’t ask what she’d been daydreaming about, and just smiled patiently at her.

“I said, how do you fancy a day being touristy?”

“Oooh! Can we ride donkeys and go on the fairground and have candy floss?”

Unable to help himself, Mac creased up laughing at her enthusiasm and nodded.

“When in Rome…”

* * * * * * * *

At the end of the day, tired sweaty and sated, Mac and Caroline sat on a bench on the pier. True to his word, Mac had bought her candy-floss and she was in the process of smearing it all over her face, Mac’s face, Mac’s hair and everything else within reach. Wincing as the stick of sugar passed worryingly close to his eye, Mac gently restrained her and she blushed.

“Sorry. I get quite excitable about holidays and things like that.”

He smiled, glad that he’d judged her so well when he’d booked the train, and stole a bit of her candyfloss, savouring the burnt tang at the back of his throat. He must have made some small noise of appreciation because she was laughing at him then, and she reached up to wipe some of it off his nose.

A wave of sadness passed over him as he thought about how perfect this was, and yet how little time they were going to have together. If only he’d not been so stubborn earlier, they could have had weeks or months longer together. Caroline dragged him out of his thoughts, touching the back of his hand lightly and looking up at him in a way that suggested she knew exactly what he’d been thinking but didn’t want to say anything. Instead they wandered around the town, hand in hand, making the most of their time off. They sat together on the beach at sunset, Caroline sitting between Mac’s legs, her elbows propped on his knees as he massaged her neck and shoulders.

“It’s so beautiful” she said softly, looking at the reflection of the sun on the sea. Reds and golds and purples intermingled, sparkling on the surface of the sea and shimmering with the waves. Heart aching, he stopped massaging her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, tears burning at the back of his eyes at the thought of all the wasted time. He’d never watched a sunset with a woman he loved before, or thought about marriage or children, or gone scuba diving, or travelled the world. Now it was too late and he never would.

Caroline bit her lip, determined to stay strong as Mac sniffled almost imperceptibly behind her. Successfully fighting back tears she managed to pretend to herself that he wasn’t crying, that he was happy, that he was dealing with things. It was so much easier that way.

They stayed in that position on the beach until the sun had set beyond the sea and goosebumps rose on Caroline’s arms from the cold. Mac wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head, feeling oddly calm now despite the tracks of tears he could feel wending their way down his cheeks.

What will happen will happen. Savour the moment now.

Taking a deep breath, he stood, his hand still entwined with Caroline’s, and pulled her up. She stumbled as she rose and he caught her, relishing the feel of her pressed against his side, where she belonged. Where they both belonged.

“I love you” he said softly, wondering as he did where the words had come from. He hadn’t intended to say that, but the look on her face made him glad that he had as a smile lit up her features. She didn’t need to say it back but she did anyway, kissing his cheek, and they stood in silence watching the waves lapping at the shore. In that moment, they made their own silent resolution; that they would do whatever they could to make each other happy in the short time that they had together, that they wouldn’t cry for the future, or think about what was inevitable.

Heading back towards the hotel, Mac placed his arm deliberately around Caroline’s shoulders and felt hers slide around his waist, keeping him close. If she was going to lose him, she said to herself firmly, it would be to death rather than him wandering off and getting lost around bloody Blackpool pier.

awwwww that was beautiful :wub:

awwww! :worship
this is wonderful :wub:

aww so so so cute and lovely
:notworthy

eeeep aww but he cant die!! not now after the candyflooss and massages!!!!
and :lol: blackpool pier

It's just so lovely but so sad that Mac is dying and that all their happiness always ends with the thought of his death :( However, it is beautifully written and I especially like the last bit about getting lost on Blackpool pier, I imagine it would be exactly the kind of thing that Caroline would think! Please can we have some more soon - I am now addicted!

:notworthy :notworthy :notworthy this fic is soo cute! :hidden Magic Mac loves you

:notworthy This is so beautiful and lovely and bittersweet - and the smut! You;re amazing. I honestly don't know how you do this - this is something like the fifth fic you've written in a month! And they're all brilliant! I love this so much - please keep it going. (With more smut, pleeeease.)

Thanks for the lovely reviews everyone :) Probably more to come tonight.

Going back to work felt like crashing into reality the next day, but in some ways it was nice to get into a routine. Guy tried to stick his tongue in her ear as she savoured a cup of coffee in the morning until Boyce chased him off with the news that someone was burning a Swiss flag in the car park (“Seriously, someone’s putting rude words to the national anthem and chanting ‘Death to Switzerland!”) and threw himself into the chair next to her.

“So?”

Caroline looked up from her magazine, blinking as Boyce’s face pushed up close to hers.

“So…what?”

“So, how was your weekend?”

“Oh, it was fine. Yeah. How was yours?”

Boyce slumped back melodramatically.

“Well I was here. But rumour has it you went away for the weekend with a certain surgeon.”

She flushed slightly, the memory of those nights flooding back to her, and suddenly she missed Mac powerfully, despite the fact that he was only in surgery at the moment and she’d see him again at lunchtime. She was drawn back to reality by Boyce’s concerned hand on her shoulder and with a sickening lurch she realised that when Mac was gone it would all be like this – emptiness and sympathy, and feeling like she was suffocating, and having to hide her pain and pretend life was fine.

She forced a smile and stood up.

“Sorry, got lost in my thoughts then. I’d better get off – things to see, people to do, you know…hang on…things to do, people to see. Yeah. Bye.”

Boyce chuckled as she left the staff room, looking as lost and bewildered as she had on her first day. He hadn’t realised what a good surgeon she was until he’d researched one of the operations she and Mac had done together – despite the dappy exterior, she had to be one of the leading surgeons in the hospital, and he knew that Mac wouldn’t work with just anyone.

Unfolding his long frame from the chair, Boyce headed off towards his next lesson. Statham would just have to live with it if he was late – catching up on the latest gossip was far more important than radiology anyway. With his mind on that track, it was easy for Boyce to get distracted when he heard the sound of muffled sobbing coming from along the corridor. Turning off, he followed the noise and realised it was coming from Sue White’s office. But this was nothing like the usual hysterics she liked to come out with; the sound was quiet and heart wrenching.

He walked in uncertainly, to find her sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest. A giant squirrel’s head lay on the floor beside her, which he didn’t really want to think about too carefully, and he pulled the door closed behind him and crouched down opposite her, watching her carefully just in case she was going to turn violent.

“What’s wrong?”

Sue just shook her head, refusing to look up.

“Sue?”

“Go away” she snapped, although her tone said something entirely different, and Boyce put a finger under her chin and tugged her head upwards. She looked like an absolute mess; her eyes were red and swollen and wide with desperation and her hair was coming out of its ponytail, sticking to her clammy face. For the first time that day Boyce felt his good mood slipping in the knowledge that it must be something serious to upset her this much, and uncertainly he moved forwards and put an arm awkwardly around her shoulder.

Sue gave a heaving sob and flung herself at Boyce, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a small child would.

“I…I’ll never meddle again if it’s not true” she said, hiccupping, “I won’t try to hurt anyone. I won’t ever look at records on the computer if it’s not true, it’s not true.”

Stroking her back lightly, Boyce looked around the room for clues as to what had upset her, and he didn’t have to look far. The screen of her computer was open onto someone’s medical records, and if he shifted he could just about read them. Once he had, he wished he hadn’t – whoever that poor guy was, he didn’t have long, and it was a nasty way to go. No quiet slipping away from life with that.

“I wish I hadn’t looked” she sobbed, and Boyce shushed her, aware of tears soaking through his white coat.

“Is it someone you know well?”

Even as he said it, he thought that the only person who she’d ever claimed to love was Mac – she was obsessed with him, everyone knew that. But there must be some other guy, maybe a patient or a friend or a relative. It couldn’t be Mac dying, because Mac was indestructible, and Mac had just taken Caroline away for the weekend, come to think of it looking a bit pale as he was leaving, and come to think of it Caroline looked quite distracted too…

Praying that he was jumping to all the wrong conclusions, Boyce looked at the patients details. Macartney. Robin Macartney, aged 32, surgeon. A chill ran through him and he hugged Sue again, feeling like he’d been slapped around the face and understanding suddenly why she was so torn up.

“There’s nothing you can do now” he said, feeling the words ripping at him, “You know, you shouldn’t know but you do.”

She sniffled and nodded.

“I loved him”

Boyce bit his lip, wondering how honest to be.

“One-way love is just obsession, Sue. Mac doesn’t love you, he loves Caroline; can’t you just let them have some time together? Find someone who does love you for who you are.”

Sue blinked up at him, and considered that for a moment.

“Well, I guess it’s worth a try” she said, sounding unconvinced, and Boyce squeezed her arm and flashed her a smile.

“That’s the spirit. I’ve got to dash but if you ever want to chat, page me.”

Sue looked surprised by that, and nodded hesitantly. As Boyce left the room, he saw her pick up the squirrel’s head and hug it to herself, rocking back and forth. Unable to face his tutorial, he headed back to the staff room, the results he’d just seen etched into his brain.

:cry Why do you keep making me cry at school? (More to the point, why do I keep reading your fics at school? Ah well, never mind.) This is amazing, it really really is. It's so sad - listen to IMO and don't kill Mac, for all of our sakes!
Despite the sadness of this fic, there are still some really funny moments. I loved these bits:

:lol:

And, like I've said before, I really like the way you write Boyce in your fics, especially his relationship with Caroline - it's great. Please add more tonight, but please keep this going - I don't want it to end, it's too good. :notworthy

Yeah please add more soon...I can't take all the suspense! It's such fantastic writing and Boyce is spot on, as ever.

aww this is amazing.
:notworthy

:lol: brilliant!!


more soon please! :)

oh god its so lovely and happy and then theres this impression of incredible IIMPENDING DOOOM


make it happy but overeall write more

This has to be one of the addest flic ever!! Sue made me break down into tears, and the fact im listening to the music that is played when meg ryan dies in City of Angels just makes it worse!!

Does he have to die!!

yay more...it's soooo good :)

cant wait for the next part, i need to know what happens!

It's tonight ... will there be more wondrous fic?