If Mac hadn’t arrived at the station...

Perched uncomfortably on an unforgiving cafeteria chair Caroline stared at her hands intently, a frown of concentration upon her face.

“What are you doing? I looked everywhere” Guy peered at her with as much anxiety as he could muster.

“Growing my nails. I’m sick of just having nibbly jagged edges. And what’s the point in spending a fortune on a manicure, when I could just waste it all on booze and fags? No, I reckon if I just sit here quietly, something’s bound to happen eventually”

“You might die first”

“Well that’s a chance I’ll have to take.”

“But then we’ll never get married”

“Shame that.”

Guy hopped impatiently from foot to foot. Eventually settling on a plan of action, he swung himself up onto the plastic table and leant back on his elbows in what he hoped was a seductive manner.

“Caroline…you know I’ve got the afternoon off? Some old biddy wheezed her last on the operating table.”

Caroline looked up briefly from her cuticle cultivation. “Aaaaannd?”

“Well to be honest...” Guy leaned towards his fiancée and brushed his lips across her cheek softly, catching a strand of dark hair and wrapping it round his finger as he whispered into her ear. “My balls are throbbing like a pneumatic drill and I was hoping we could pop home for a quickie before your busy afternoon of butchering begins.”

“How romantic. Well as tempting as that sounds, I’ve only got half an hour to spare so you’ll have to wait until 6 o’clock at least. Seven maybe, I’m not sure I want to tackle that on an empty stomach!”

“Your cars parked near the entrance isn’t it?” Guy suggested hopefully, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

Caroline raised an eyebrow in an attempt to be stern and not just burst out laughing at the idea. “No!”

He looked rather downcast. “Please? I fixed the air con last week”

“Guy, if you seriously think that I’m going to shag you in a car, in my scrubs, in public view, about five metres from the door to A&E, you’ve got another thought coming. Remember how humiliating it was last ti..”

Grabbing her face between greedy hands and pulling her roughly towards him Guy played his ace. He pressed his lips almost feverishly to hers, catching the end of her sentence in his throat and silencing it. Pulling gently on her lower lip, he knew he’d just won the hand.

“Alright then” She agreed shakily. “But if you do that thing to me again I’ll call the police”

Triumphant, Guy tried to look innocent and failed miserably. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You do, it’s unnatural.”

:high New CarGuy fic!!! :badger :raiseroof This makes me so happy! It's been far too long since we had anything of the sort here so finding this has made my day. :cookie :cookie :cookie The only problem was that reading it got me all hot and sweaty and I might have to have a lie down now but that's no bad thing at all.

You have Guy's character to perfection again, Ping. All that is so him! I have to say: what the feck are you on about about needing help with grammar? You don't, trust me! You're a fabulous writer from all aspects. :notworthy :notworthy

I've been thinking about asking you to update your Unfortunate Upbringing fic as that has been one of my faves and I'm really missing it, particularly in view of the fact I seem to remember your saying it would get smutty from here on in. ;) ;)

Can't wait for part 2 of this. One thing confuses me, though (and it could well just be me being thick but): you said at the beginning that this is if Mac hadn't turned up at the station... but he didn't... :unsure: When is this set? :unsure:

Anyway, it has really cheered me up, reading this, but I must make a demand for more from you (oo-er, sounds a bit pervy, sorry ;) ). :hug

I snorted slightly while reading this, i was trying to hold my breath. It didnt prevent me from getting the wiggly giggles inside!!

Brillaint.

For some reason that seemed to hold something Doctor Who about it or it could be that im unwell and havnt watched Green Wing for over 8months!


*Signs* Carguy is such a Dirty/Cute ship...i could imagine supporting any other side!

Agreed B)

8 months?!!!! *tuts*

hehe! Your comments make me so squeey. Now theres some bad grammar for you!
The thing is...its based on one of my favourite films Sliding Doors (i may have taken liberties with that title!) where a girl misses a train and it shows what would happen in her life if she didnt miss the train aswell as what actually happened when she did. So in the next part it will be what happened if Mac actually got to the station. Lol. And if you understood that explanation your a cleverer woman than I!

Oh and i do plan on updating Unfortunate incident soon. I miss it!

8 MONTHS JESS??! Get yourself to that Dvd player right this minute! No excuses!

Yay Mac and Caroline bits as well :high that's good and then I could just sneek in one night and delete the Caro/Guy bits :ph43r:

OK I'm joking. Am really pleased to see we've got a new fic in here, it was getting very quiet just waiting for the WWDW competition result :rolleyes:

Ooh I love Sliding Doors. Can't wait to see the other version of events.

wahey! another fanfic, i was biginning to think people had run out of ideas! or had run away and were busy writting doctor who fan fics or very bad harry potter ones!
i have to say i think it is about 6 months since i last sat down and watched a full episode, i do watch endless clips on youtube though

but this is very intriguing, i llike it

I get you now! I didn't know we were going to see what would have happened if Mac had turned up as well. :D Cannot wait (but don't turn into a CarMac on me! :runaway )!

Oh gosh I love that film so much!!

And we all get to be happy, right?

Think I need to exorcise my inner fanfic demons by finishing off all the ones I started. So here's the second part!



If Mac had arrived at the station…

Perched uncomfortably on an unforgiving cafeteria chair Caroline stared at her hands intently, a frown of concentration upon her face.

“Its not going to vanish if you look away you know” Mac slid into the seat next to hers and stretched luxuriously, covering Caroline’s left hand with his own and rubbing the golden band around her third finger. It was inlaid with a diamond, approximately the weight and size of a bluetit.

“Don’t! You’ll get finger prints all over it!” Snatching her arm from her fiancées grasp, Caroline polished it furiously on her white coat for a few seconds, and then sighed in exasperation.

“Its just Mac…you know that really isn’t my best hand. And the ring just highlights the bony knuckles and unsightly freckles. I’ll never forgive Great Auntie Dora for taking the time to pass those to me through three generations of blemish-free skin. Can’t I wear it on my right hand? I think it would really compliment my colouring on that side.”

“What are you, a fucking zebra? No, no, you can’t wear it on your right hand, people might start getting the wrong idea, and by people I mean Guy, and think that you’re available, and by available I mean ripe for a royal Swiss shagging. Which, I mean…well I should hope you’re not, right?”

“Definitely not” Caroline nuzzled into Macs shoulder slightly. “Not in any way available for bar mitzvahs or funerals, though I might be able to squeeze the odd wedding into my schedule.”

The couple caught each others eyes and grinned secretly.

“You, err, busy later on? I heard the Guerilla ward upstairs was closed for cleaning”
Mac’s eyebrows promptly disappeared under his unruly blonde fringe.

“Oh…damn. I was supposed to have the afternoon off, but there’s this lady in intensive care, I managed to save her this morning, promised to stay and keep an eye on her for a few hours. Sorry…”

Caroline looked confused “Won’t the nurses be able to manage? You can’t do every job in the hospital Mac.”

Mac looked a little awkward. “Well you see, she kind of…took a shine to me pre-theatre, and I promised I’d be around when she woke up. Moral support and so on and so forth.” Terrified at Caroline’s expression of rising fury Mac hastily continued. ”She’s 80 years old! Grey hair, wrinkles, grandchildren, not my type at all.” He paused for dramatic effect. “I prefer a blue rinse myself.”

Mac regretted the size of the engagement ring when it came into sharp contact with the side of his face.




The End. :)

Awww that was cute. Love Caroline being all paranoid about the ring.

aww this is brilliant, love the description, makes the rainey day seem much better

OMG, sooooooooooooo brilliant to see the second part of this, Ping!!! I absolutely adore the way it mirrors part 1 and captures and portrays the differences between Mac and Guy and also between CarMac and CarGuy. :notworthy :notworthy

I still find CarMacs harder to read, for obv. reasons, but this was so good and the end rules completely. Haha!

You must promise me, Ping, that you will, indeed, finish your other fic(s) and, if you love me, will you write some more? Pretty please with a cherry ... no, with Stephen Mangan on top? :lol: ;)

Aww thankees. Yes of course I'll finish the others mayhap next week when Ive got a bit more time. But only if you promise much smuttiness in Episode 19!

:) Lets get our writing hats on

Oh, if it weren't for the rules of the forum, there would be inexcusable amounts of smut in my fics. :blush I'll be controlling it but will still try not to disappoint in a coming instalment. I think it should be interesting, anyway.

Writing hats on, yay!!! :cheer2 I know there aren't any updates to Episode 19 atm but I swear I will get back to it after my holiday. It's so good to see other people writing a bit again.