Springing one sided denial separates couples, and so Greg Douglas and Lisa Cuddy take matters into their own hands.
Crossover fic between House M.D and Holby City. For those who don't watch one of them but the other, the storyline is easy enough to follow.
Here's the deal...I am going on holiday in a week, and won't be back until August 5th. So this is the last post you'll see for a while from me. I am planning on updating all of my fics at least once before I go.
Connie ignored his remark and turned her attention to 4 year old Grace, who was standing by her holding her hand.
'Gracie,' she said gently. 'I'm sorry that you got dragged along on this pointless trip.'
'It's okay Mummy,' she said happily. 'Gonna be fun!'
'I very much doubt that,' she said to herself quietly.
As the plane cruised through the air, Grace looked at Greg, who was sitting next to her.
Even though she was only 4, she had chosen where she wanted to sit very deliberately. She wanted to be next to her Mum as it made her feel safe, and she wanted to sit next to Greg because he was funny and always kept her entertained. Besides, she knew that her Mum and Greg argued a lot, and went through times of silence, so she thought that they'd be nicer to each other if she was in between them.
'Greg...' said Grace quietly, tugging at his sleeve.
'What can I do for ya Gracie?' he asked happily, his voice laced with Irish charm.
'Sweetie thing with sugar on?' she asked nicely. 'Please?'
'That will be down to your Mummy,' he said. 'Why don't you ask her?'
'Okay,' she replied quietly, turning to Connie. 'Mummy, sweetie, please?'
'Grace,' she said sternly. 'You've had far too many.'
Noticing Greg's wink, Grace bowed her head and said, 'Okay.'
As Connie gave a small smile, she turned her head to look out of the window. Greg quickly handed a sweet to Grace, who slipped it into her little mouth as fast as she could and began to devour it as subtly as she could, trying not to draw attention to herself by being too loud and alerting her Mum to what she was doing.
Relishing the fact that it was peaceful and quiet, Connie leant back in her seat and closed her eyes, resting her head against the window.
Once Greg was sure that Connie had completely nodded off, he handed Grace another sweet, dusted with powdered sugar, and she happily ate it. More sweets followed in quick succession until, between them, they had finished the tin.
'Mmmmmmmm, yummy,' she said, licking her lips.
'I bet the sugar won't come off,' said Greg. 'It never does!'
'Sugar!' exclaimed Grace, a surge of hyperness rushing through her.
'More?' asked Greg in awe. 'Surely not!'
'Yeah!' she replied.
Noting that the drinks trolley was coming down the aisle, Greg said, 'Grace, would you like a drink?'
'Yeah!' she exclaimed. 'Coke!'
'Does your Mummy let you have coke?' he asked.
'Yeah!' she insisted.
'Really?' he asked, not believing her.
'No,' she said, shaking her head.
Taking a moment to think about it, Greg said, 'What the hell! Let's have coke!' Turning to the air hostess, he said, 'May we have 2 cokes please?'
Handing over some money, he took the drinks and poured them out for himself and Grace. Drinking them down quickly, they sat back in their seats as the sugar rush set in.
'Sing!' exclaimed Grace with a squeal.
'What?' asked Greg.
'Sing!' she repeated. 'You, me, sing!'
'Sing what?' he asked.
'Twinkle twinkle little star,' she said happily.
'Okay,' he replied.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky,
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
How I wonder what you are
'What next?' asked Grace.
'How about this one?' he asked, beginning to sing.
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands,
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands,
If you're happy and you know it,
And you really want to show it,
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.
'I like that one,' said Grace happily. 'Baa baa black sheep!'
'Oh God it has been a while since I have sung that one,' he said. 'You're making me feel old!'
Baa baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full,
One for the master, and one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Sitting bolt upright, Connie said, 'What the hell is going on? Why the noise?'
Bouncing up and down in her seat, still tethered by the seatbelt, Grace said, 'We singing!'
It didn't take long for Connie to realise what had been going on when she saw the dregs of coke at the bottom of Grace's cup and the crushed can, as well as Grace's sugar coated mouth.
'You gave her sweets and coke?' exclaimed Connie angrily.
'Connie, you were asleep, I was the adult, I take the blame,' he said, holding his hands up.
'Is it your intention to deliberately disobey me?' she spat at him, making Grace wince at the spiteful tone.
'Connie,' he said quietly, leaning over to her. 'We're not at work anymore. You're not my boss. Right here, right now, you are my equal. Ain't life a bitch?'
'Stop!' exclaimed Grace. 'No fight!'
'Okay Grace, we won't,' said Greg reassuringly.
'Don't make promises that you can't keep,' spat Connie.
'We'll be landing in a few minutes,' said Greg. 'Can we be civil until then?'
'I guess,' replied Connie, turning away from Greg, with a grimace.