WHAT IF Guy had been the one with the illness, and Caroline had gone with Mac?
how everyone reacts etc... could range from fluffy to funny to angsty. who knows wehre it will end up.. starts midway through e8, carries on.


I.

“Ok, ok,” he shook himself and paced up and down a little to calm himself down. It didn’t work. “Mac, stop being an idiot, it’s ok, it’s Caroline, yeah, Caroline. The Caroline that you want to marry, remember? Just breathe, you are NOT going to screw it up, definitely NOT going to screw it up.” He was so absorbed in talking to himself that he didn’t even notice the amused, confused, Swiss face appear in the doorway, and only spun round in panic when he heard the laughter.
“Hey Mac, who’s your imaginary friend?” he only had the energy to make a face at Guy.
“What’s up? Cold feet?” Despite his cheerful tone, Mac could detect a little note of jealousy and maybe hope in Guy’s voice, and this added yet another confused emotion to the mixup currently boiling in his chest.
“No,” he said softly. “Just, you know, instructing myself not to screw anything up.” Guy raised his eyebrows.
“Righty ho then. Well…” the tension between them seemed to slacken a little as he managed to smile and reach out to shake Mac’s hand. “Have fun. See you next week, got an appointment this afternoon so I won’t see you before I go. Tell Caroline.. yeah. Anyway, bye.” He strode away and Mac looked after him. He’ll be fine, he told himself. Fine. What he tried not to think about was the inconceivable pain that he knew he’d be feeling if Guy had been going on a weekend with Caroline, but then again, it was her choice, wasn’t it? Why should he feel bad for Guy when it was Caroline’s choice.
He shook himself out of his reverie and checked his watch, realising he ought to get going if he was going to carry out the many things on his long and complex. Pulling off his scrubs top he jogged towards the locker rooms, reaching into his pocket for the list and, once he got there, pulling on his jacket and jeans.
Walking out into the warm afternoon, he couldn’t help smiling to himself, remembering that every second brought him closer to her, to everything he’d wanted for so long. Finally. And he most certainly, definitely, absolutely, was not going to let ANYTHING screw it up.


“Ok, ok,” she said to herself, jumping and letting out little squeaking sound to try to wear away some of the excitement she could feel bubbling up inside her, threatening to take over every thought. “Caroline, calm down. It’s just a weekend away, maybe it doesn’t even MEAN anything, maybe something could still go wrong, he was a bastard earlier. You can’t act too excited, because then he might think you’re like a doormat or something… Just act calm…” She didn’t notice the amused face of Boyce at the doorway until he stepped into the supplies cupboard she was ensconced in, tall frame dominating the room.
“Caroline? Had a go at the laughing gas?”
“No,” she said tightly, crossing her arms and biting her lip.
“Need the loo?”
“No!” she laughed. “No. just, you know, excited. Because well, it’s Friday, isn’t it! That’s enough to be exited about…” he watched her ramble sceptically and broke in as her witter died away:
“You’re going away with Mac, aren’t you.”
“Yeees,” she squeaked, clenching and unclenching her hands.
“Poor Martin,” Boyce said sadly. She laughed.
“Yes, poor Martin.” And then, more worriedly. “Poor Guy. But it’s what I want, if it’s my choice why should I feel bad for having what I want? Oh god, I can’t stop smiling!” Boyce tapped her on the nose.
“You absolutely shouldn’t. And you look like you’ve slept with a coat hanger in your mouth. Have a lovely time.” She squeaked again.
“I will!”

Nothing can go wrong at all!! Please don't let anything go wrong. It's a good idea for a fic though...I wonder what would have happened if it had been Guy dying. Je did say in the special he wished he was dying :rolleyes:

haha "you look live you've slept with a coat hanger in your mouth"

this is fabbydabbydooby
xxx

oooh interesting idea!
more please! :)

nuvver bit... and then bed. why do i keep forgetting weekends are supposed to be for SLEEPING??

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II.

Ring, check. He took it out again nervously, counting the diamonds on the silver band, checking the box again for confirmation it was the right size. Hotel confirmed, check, train tickets, roses, check check. Condoms, check, he smiled to himself, a little worried he was tempting fate. Better safe than sorry though, he’d hate for Caroline to regret anything concerning him, and he DEFINITELY did not want another Holly fiasco.
Leaving the shop he got on his bike to go back to his flat to change. As the air whipped past his cheeks, he wondered how so many things had possibly become right all of a sudden. He was owed some good stuff, he supposed, after the coma/memory loss/ psychotic ex girlfriend/ child/ stalker and things, but everything was so perfect he was worried something would go wrong.
Once he got back to his flat he unlocked the door, surveying the mess subjectively. After the night at the Spicy Bengal he hadn’t exactly been in the best frame of mind, he’d sort of thrown several things around a bit. Ah well, no time for that now. He went through to his bedroom and pulled out a navy blue shirt and buttoned it up slowly, fumbling with the buttons as his mind wandered. Brown trousers, black trousers? Black? He pulled them on anyway. She wouldn’t mind what he was wearing, would she? Keys, wallet, tickets, ring (!), brushed his teeth, breath mints, sorted his hair out, cologne. Changed boxers. Changed back. He left, slamming the door cheerily behind him (after putting his trousers back on, obviously) and took a deep breath, climbing on his bike. He did NOT want to be late.

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Guy swung into Doctor Jennings’ office, whistling tunelessly. Jeff wasn’t back yet so he set to exploring the office, spinning the coat rack idly and flicking through the stuff on his desk. Picture of an attractive-ish man. Huh, poof, obviously. Ah, but a photo of a wife and two pretty gormless looking children, too… Someone obviously needed to do some admitting to themselves, then.
What on earth was the attraction of a calendar with cars on? Guy couldn’t see what was wrong with good old bikini models, especially that ginger one, what was she called, Giselle, Gertrude…
He was interrupted from his reverie by Sue White storming in, wearing what looked like a zoo warden’s outfit.
“Can I just sae- oh, it’s you, donkeh boy. What the feck do you think you’re doing?” he flicked her hat off her head.
“Waaaiting… what about you? How ARE the people of insania without their mighty queen?”
“Och, they’re fine, it’s you I would be worried about, mateyyy. Heh.” And she stumbled out.

Hehe good old Sue White in her zoo rangers outfit! Please let her have tampered with Guy's results and then they get together. I do love Guy/Sue fics but not as much as I love Caromacs so IT HAS TO WORK OUT FOR THEM THIS TIME. It's so sweet that Mac is so worried about making a good impression :)

this is FANTASTIC! I love it already, please please please post more. Mac's character is so adorable :D

This is simply lovely, and what a great idea! :thumbsup
I love your Boyce and Mac --- please post more soon!

aww this is great :)

awwwwwwwwww this fic is sooo cuteeee and gr88888

sorry i didnt comment sooner

I like this fic. Poor Guy :lol:

:notworthy Love this - it's great to have a new fic from you.

I think he's have looked quite nice in just the boxers...

Yay another fic!! Loving it!

This fic sounds so sweet, I can't wait to read more!

:wub:

some now and some squish a bit later for VALENTINES DAY
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III.

She got home about five and managed to work herself into a nervous fit over what to wear in the first couple of minutes. She eventually decided on a black and white dress, the one thing she had that properly flattered her (According to her mum and Angela, and although they weren’t use for much else she had to concede they probably knew about that sort of thing.) But which underwear? Was Mac a lace person, satin person, cotton? Black or blue or red or white?
White, lace and satin, she eventually, realising she’d be late if she didn’t leave soon, decided.
Pulling on her dress and avoiding another panic attack over which perfume to wear by closing her eyes and picking up the first one her hand landed on, she wondered what it’d be like. A weekend away with Mac. In her mind it was a fairytale, but in life things were never that amazing. Ah well, she realised she would at least get to kiss Mac, and even if he revealed himself to be the biggest arrogant prick in the world he was still extremely good at kissing.


“What’s the worst thing about being a doctor?” Dr Jennings said, pacing around with a cigarette in his mouth. Guy frowned.
“What is this, some kind of survey? Uhm, the patients. Yup, definitely having to deal with patients.”
“What about if you were conducting some routine tests and you found something significant, something like this-” he tossed a pile of papers into Guy’s lap and he casually flicked through them, stopping at a scan here, frowning confusedly at a graph here.

AWww... this fic is soo cute!!

I cant wait to read more !!!

Poor guy.... but really when does he deal with paitents? doesnt he just knock them out!!

LOVE IT THOUGH!!

aww! more more! :)

bless guy though :(

Knock them owwwwwwwttaaa! Sorry couldn't resist.

Love it!! Write more

aw so cute can't wait for more!

Eeeeek nor can I wait either! PLEASE post more sooooon as can be

I dont know wether to like this cos it written beautifully as all ways but i dont like the idea of Guy dieing..it guy!!!!

happy valentines day!! :wub: whoopee. haven't got any cards yet- but then again its probably the same situation as last year, where there were SO MANY the poor postman just couldnt manage and i didnt end up getting them... :rolleyes:

thanks for your lovely comments, enjoy!
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IV.

He saw her coming, through the smoke of some machine a man in a uniform was wielding on the platform. She was wearing a black and white dress that, dare he say it, suited her perfectly and an excited yet nervous expression. Once she saw him, her face relaxed and she moved towards him quickly, tripping over something and stumbling a little. He instinctively reached out to catch her, saying as he righted her on her feet,
“Woah. Ok there?”
“Yeah,” she replied, embarrassed until she saw he was holding back laughter. She was about to reproach him for it until he held her at arm’s length and said, the laughter gone,
“You look lovely.” She blushed.
“So do you.” He grinned, pulling her to him and kissing her lingeringly, hands resting at her waist, trying to keep it to an appropriate-for-a-public-place level of chastity. Appropriate, that is, until she gave a little sigh, parting her lips, and he accidentally opened his mouth to let the sweet saltiness of hers in. Her hands grasped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to her and a low groan in his throat reminded them both they should probably stop, before they forgot where they were completely. So they did, pulling away until only their hands were touching.
“Train.” He said, incapable of making a coherent sentence, and she nodded, half running to keep up with his longs strides as he walked toward the train, her small hand still curled in his.

Once they arrived in Brighton they got a cab to the hotel to check in. Inside the cosy lobby, after being given their key, Mac gestured to a French café across the road. “So there’s a restaurant.”
“Yeah,” she said rather disinterestedly, “I mean, yeah, I know. The thing is,”
“The thing is what?” he said, eyes teasing. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not for food,” she muttered.
“Sorry, what was that?” He should not be enjoying this, she knew, but it was so nice to flirt with him openly, so nice just to be with him that she found herself not minding.
“The thing is.” she said again.

He waited for her to finish her sentence, trying not to be too obvious in allowing his eyes to trace the curves of her waist and the soft contours of her body, swallowing as he realised the dress was a tiny bit see-through. Jesus Christ, he hoped she wasn’t hungry.
Finally she gave up and stood on her tiptoes, whispering in his ear and he was amused to feel himself actually blushing.
“Mmm, well,” he said softly, “That could be an alternative.”
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“Nasty. Ouch, poor guy. Yeah, yeah I get your point- having to delegate jobs like telling patients they’re going to die to other doctors. That is pretty hard.” Doctor Jennings’ face remained sombre, and Guy was starting to get a little worried. He was a nasty old sod normally, but this was going a bit far- that had been a pretty good joke, if he could say so himself.
“What’s the matter? Whose file is that?” the man didn’t reply, so Guy resorted to grabbing for it, practically wrestling him to the floor but still failing to wrest it from his grasp.
Finally, after a minute or two or silence the doctor placed it on the desk for Guy to see and stood up, pacing with a cigarette dangling limply from his mouth, and Guy picked it up.
Huh.
That was funny.
He didn’t remember dealing with any patients like this one, but his name was all over the thing.
Strange.
Very very-
St-
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Once they reached the room he realised that this was not going to be a tender, slow, first time together. This was not going to be a night of shared understandings, of telling each other EXACTLY what they loved about them. No, he realised as he found himself pinning her against the back of the door, crushing her lips with his and finding it hard to suppress long, drawn out groans at the combined forces of her body pressed against his and the little moans he felt vibrating in her throat, this would tend more towards the people-who-are-desperate-getting-it-on type of variety of night. And thank god for that, because if they had to stop to whisper anything more than I Love You to each other there was a severe danger he would explode.

Poor Guy :cry

:cry Dont want guy to be dieing!!!!


Am i right in expecting hot smut!!

Aw don't let Guy die! But do let Caroline and Mac stay together - I love this fic alot :)

oooh some Mac and Caroline things coming up soon ya? :rude
aww but Guy! Bless him :( :(

Mac and Caroline are so adorable, lol at her see through dress :D
aww, but poor Guy :(

going on holiday YAY so last bit for a while.... its SMUT yes, *hides from smut police* but i've edited as much as i can!!
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V.

She hardly had time for the room to draw the breath out of her- the four poster bed, crisp white sheets, en suite- before he stole all she had left, determinedly kissing her again and she moved back until her back touched the wall and she gratefully let it take some of her weight which seemed to keep peskily collapsing at his touch. He pressed the entire length of his body deliciously against her and suppressed a low groan at the friction between them, teasing her lips apart and caressing her tongue.

Her hands prised their way between their bodies and fumbled awkwardly with his buttons, prompting him to move away a little so she could give them her full attention. Once they were undone she pulled him to her, slipping her hands inside his shirt and feeling him suck in his cheeks at her cool hands on his burning torso, as they skipped over his stomach muscles and traced beneath the waistband of his trousers. He pulled her lip into his mouth, and when her fingers strayed a little lower, he couldn’t help himself biting down on it, not hard, enough to make her whimper as he gently took her hands and pinned them above her head, wanting this to last as long as possible, knowing if he let her continue what she was doing it wouldn’t. She could barely stay upright by now, and he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“So,” he murmured against her lips, “Which shall it be? Wall, floor, bed, shower?”
“Wall,” murmured back, “Until we can’t stand up, bed until we’re filthy, shower until we can’t stand up again, floor if we get distracted in the middle.”
His warm fingers were already at the zip of her dress, and he held her as she pulled her arms out and was finally rid of it.
“Goodness me, Ms Todd,” he said, hands supporting her through the thin silk of her underwear, “I’m not sure that’s entirely decent.”
“What certainly isn’t decent,” she said, wrapping her arms round his neck as he shrugged off the shirt and then reaching down for his belt buckle, “Is how little I’m wearing compared to how much you are.” She finally got it undone, and got to work on the button and flies. He kicked off the black trousers, looking at her through the curtain of his hair wearing nothing but black boxers, the lamp throwing shadows across his chest with dimples on his cheeks and brightness among the dark arousal of his eyes. And then suddenly his eyes closed and he stumbled, almost dropping her, as she slipped down a little against him.
“Caroline?” he said hoarsely. “I don’t think I can stand up anymore.” She buried her face in his neck as a response, wrapping her legs more tightly around him and he moaned again,
“You’re going to kill me.” He carried her shakily over to the bed, laying her down on top of the white sheets and covering her body with his. It was more than revenge, it was torture. His hard chest pressed against her and f**k, she could feel the heat in every cell of her body, could feel his desperation in every tendon that touched her skin, every breath, every inch… he brought himself up to rest on his elbows and reached under her for the clasp of her bra, lips exploring the soft skin of her chest. She buried her fingers in his hair and, when the bra was gone, pulled his head back up to her own so she could press blind kisses to him, anything but the sweet torturous motion of his face over her upper body. He pulled a sheet over them against the chill of the slightly open window, not that there was much chance of them staying cool. She rolled onto her side, so better to remove the last barriers that stood between them, and moved her hands to his boxers. His legs strained against hers and, eventually, he snapped, groaning hoarsely and flipping her over, kissing her fiercely and running his hands up and down her body. But he paused, swallowing and opening his eyes to meet hers so she saw the wildness there, the want, the difficulty he was having in waiting for her approval. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed his forehead, reaching arms behind him and running her hands down his back, nodding against his cheek.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank God,” he sobbed, and he sank into her with a strangled moan, with a finality that made her grip him tightly, willing him not to pull away, to stay there forever. She opened her eyes, the better to watch him gradually lose control over himself, first biting the inside of his cheeks to stop himself crying out, swallowing hard, muscles clenching. They felt it simultaneously, the precipice, and he stopped above her, when she was willing to kill for the end, for the release. She opened her eyes to see his open too, lashes spangled with tears, the end of the world in his eyes, and then they fluttered closed and he fell onto her, deeper, further, breathing out, cracked, broken,

“Caroline.” And she formed words with her lips, words she couldn’t get out in the spiralling, radiating pleasure pulling her down into blackness.

*wibble*
on one hand, this was amazingly hot writing and i'm feeling quite dazed and all whooooeyyyy.

on the other hand, i now have to go to uni and pretend to concentrate on a 2 hour workshop while I have *those* thoughts going through my head!

Loved it, can't wait to read more :D

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was insane!!!!

(I'm so jealous!)

Ohh errrr lucky lucky Caroline :wub:

*whispers* am really enjoying reading about Guy being in the "you're going to die" situation :runaway

:notworthy You are a GENIUS! Why do you have to leave - I need more of this fic!

:jawdrop gaaah! :notworthy
yes lucky Caroline indeed!!

:cry That was really beautiful! And hot, and damn you why are you going on holiday? Come back this instant! I have to go and try concentrate on seminar now...woo philosophy
:wub:

wow that was amazing...come back soon!!

EKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Hotness!!!!

*FRown at IMO*

:drool HOT!!!!

Bak from holiday!! saw colin farel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) vvvvv happy bout that...
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VI.

He gently rolled off her and lay facing her, arms still around her, pressing kisses to her nose and the tears on her cheeks. The heat of their bodies dissipated until she was cool enough to consider moving, to consider opening her eyes and meeting his clear blue ones with a soft smile. I love you, she whispered, tracing his features, counting his eyelashes. He nodded and settled into the bed as they watched the sky outside darken a little, watching her with almost childish adoration.
“That was…” he stopped, unsure which words to use, a half smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“It was,” she nodded, unable to stop smiling. Suddenly remembering, he sat up despite her protesations.
“I’ve got something for you-” and he reached to the pocket of his discarded trousers.
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“f*ck.”
“f*ck.”
“and f*ck.” Guy whispered under his breath, his hands shaking despite themselves as he flicked through the piles of incomprehensible numbers and figures, facts about his body that he didn’t know how to decipher. Turning back to the front he said, jokingly, but face and voice so hollow it didn’t even sound like him,
“Don’t let any of the other doctors see this, eh, don’t want them to know the embarrassing secret of my middle name…”
“Look, if you need any support-” Guy stood up, knocking the chair over in his haste.
“No, no, I’m fine, it’s ok. I’ll just take this, and yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t need you to do anything, it’s ok, it’s ok.” and he turned, walking out of the open door, leaving the stunned doctor behind him and waiting until he was a ways down the corridor before crumpling against the wall, breathing hard.

wooooot your back! :) hope you had a good time :D
eee more please! this is really good.
but awwh guy :(

oh no guyy!! :(
make it all happyyyyy
but yay for happy mac and caro :wub: