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I'm not seeking to make any money from this work, I'm just writing for my own enjoyment, and who ever else wants to read it.

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p.s.: Im only going to poast the disclamer at the beginning of each fanfic because I don't see the point in writing it hundreds of times.

Pairing:
George/Mark.
George/Richard (Friendship only)
Setting:

After Series 12-Episode 19-Loco Parentis.
Summery:
What could have happened if George and Mark had actually spoken to each other about there thoughts, insicurities, fears and feelings?
What could have happened if they diden't split Up?
Should be considered AU. Whilst many of the things are the same, there will be some major aulterations to storylines.
It's not all plain sailing…

Second Chances

Part 1.

George walked through the department looking for Mark. She finally spotted him talking to a woman with a little girl. She walked up to him, and opened her mouth to say hello, when she heard the words she never expected to hear.

"Jade... this is your dad."

She was angry! No correction! She was furious! What the hell did Mark think he was playing at? He had a daughter. He'd never even told her about her. She stood (dumbfounded) looking between Marks stupefied face, Jades innocent smile, and Lora's impassive expression.

"What the...I mean...How...When?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Marks spluttering attempts at trying to say something. It was then she realised that he had no more expected this than she had. She opened her mouth to try and figure out what exactly was going on, but Mark finally seemed to have managed to work out how to speak.

"Lora, What the hell is going on?"
"Well I kind of thought I made that clear, Jade is your daughter, Mark."
"Look... you just walk in here after 6 and a half years and tell me I have a daughter, who I knew nothing about. You can't just expect me to just drop everything... and... Why the hell! Did you never tell me?"

"Did it not cross your small brain that I was scared too? I mean I didn't plan this you know!"
"Well... hang on! You waited 6 years! 6 years! To tell me this!" He looked incredulously at her.

"Don't you think I deserved to have a part in her life? What about Jade? Don't you think she deserves better than this? Don't you think she deserved more than to find out who her father is 6 years later?"

George watched the conversation between the two, feeling as though she should probably tell them that she was standing right behind them, but then selfishly considered the fact that this method might be the only way that she could find out exactly what this was about. After all, she wasn't sure she would even want to speak to Mark, after this anyway.

"You left us! Mark!"
"Excuse me? I did not leave the two of you. I left you, because my feelings for you weren't the same anymore."
"And you're telling me you would have stayed, if you'd known I was pregnant?"
"I might not have stayed in a relationship with you, but I wouldn't have abandoned Jade, Who I might add should have been as much my responsibility as yours..." "Look, Can you two please just whaite outside for me? Because I don't want the entire department to here this conversation. We'll talk in a second; I've just got to sort something else out first."
"Fine! Ok! what ever!"

He then turned to look for George, only to realise that she was standing directly behind him.

"Ah... Hi..."

George felt slightly satisfied at seeing him look so shocked.

"How much of that conversation did you hear?" he asked tentatively.
"Enough." she replied simply.
"George..." He seemed to be unable to articulate exactly what he wanted to say.
"You know, you really should get going. Don't you have things you need to do?"
"Can I just... I mean can we talk? Now, please?"
"Actually Mark, I don't really think there's anything left to say." She turned to walk out of the department when Mark grabbed her arm.
"Look can you just give me a chance to at least try and explain? When I've actually got my head together?"
"Maybe..."

She thought back, to just an hour previously, when she and Mark had discussed how to discretely let everyone know that they were in a relationship...

"I want you to trust me."

She looked at him, silently thinking.

"I Do."

She bitterly wished she hadn't said that now.

So she turned, and walked away, desperately trying to hide the heartbroken expression on her face. Why did she always trust the wrong men?

George pulled up outside her house, placed the key in the lock and walked inside. Placing her bag and keys on the coffee table, she walked upstairs and opened the door to check on Tom. He was fast asleep looking as carefree as any 7 year old should. Satisfied, she turned off the light and went back downstairs. She always had a strict no drinking policy in the house unless Tom was out with friends, but tonight all thoughts of that vanished as she poured herself a large glass of wine. She only realised too late that it was the whine she'd been planning to open with Mark at the weekend when they both had a day off and Tom would be at his Grandmas. Then she realised that it probably wouldn't matter now anyway.

The phone ringing jolted her out of her thoughts of Mark, and she narrowly avoided spilling red wine all over the sofa in her haste to either answer it or turn it off so as not to wake Tom. She looked at the number. "Mark." Dam it! She answered it simply in the hopes that they could get at least part of the inevitable conversation over with, and could therefore make do with discussing the rest of it away from work.

"What!"

Her reply was curt, and to the point.

"Can I come over and talk to you now?"

"Well, not really. Because Tom's in bed and I'd rather avoid any potentially loud conversations right now."

"We need to talk about this, there's things I need to explain and I'd rather not do it over the phone. Given a chois, I wouldn't have intended for you to find out about all of that, the way you did either but never mind." He continued to talk before she could interrupt.

"Look I'm not sure how much you heard, but I had no idea that I even had a daughter until 2 and a half hours ago. So if you think I did, and just didn't tell you, you're wrong."

"OK! OK! Explain! I'm listening!" she finally relented, her voice now sounding both exasperated and annoyed.

"Look, I already told you I'm not talking about this over the phone. It's not fair to either of us."

"And what exactly about this situation is fair? Mark?" You never mentioned any other serious relationships before when I asked you if you had, and told you to be honest with me. You lied! Mark!" Only then did she realise that she was shouting.

"You're not even giving me a chance to bloody explain! George!"

"I'm not even sure I want to hear anything you've got to say. Or any of your so called explanations." she admitted much more softly, sounding hurt.

"This is absolutely Ridicules!" I'm coming over! Now!"

What? Hang on! Mark."

"Mark?"

"Mark..."

"What the...! I don't...! This is unbelievable!"

She slammed the phone down, walked back into the living room and slumped tiredly back onto the sofa, her face in her hands. She suddenly realised that she was a hypocrite. She had yelled at Mark for not being honest about any previous serious relationships, when she had not told him about Martin, how he had treated her or how that might affect her ability to trust people and let them in .

She picked up the nearly full glass of wine, drained it in one gulp and then sat back on the sofa. She then glanced up at the clock, 11 o'clock.

Holding back the torrent of tears she wanted to cry, but new that it could wait until later, she closed her eyes, suddenly emotionally exhausted. The conversation hadn't even started yet.

"Dam! Dam! Bloody Hell!"

Twenty Minutes previously:

Mark walked out of Lora's house in a state of confusion, anger and emotional exhaustion. How was he meant to explain everything to George, who, up until 2 hours ago had been the single most important person in his life? When he didn't even know everything about how things happened in the first place?

Considering his options he took out his phone and diled the familiar number...

"What!" came the curt reply.

Mark's thoughts instantly came to one conclusion. This conversation was not going to be easy.

5 Minutes later, he was feeling extremely frustrated.

"This is absolutely ridiculous! I'm coming over! Now!"

Ending the call, he stood next to his car trying to calm down. He felt a mixture of hurt and disbelief. He'd thought she might at least listen to what he had to say. He'd thought what they had meant more to her than that. He also found himself feeling unexplainably angry with her. He'd tentatively asked her to explain what it was exactly that made her leave the father of her child and become a single parent with the job that she had on top of that, but she avoided the question. He'd thought that maybe what ever happened was part of the reason why she was so reluctant to let him in and to trust him, and now he was sure it was. He resolved to get to the bottom of that tonight as well as trying to explain the mess that was his own life to her as well. He suddenly realised it was going to be a long night.

Turning his mobile off, he navigated his car through the familiar root to George's house. Twenty minutes later he was standing outside the front door. Wondering what exactly he was going to say. Because now he was standing there waiting for the inevitable questions, he came to the sudden realisation that he didn't have that many answers, and had absolutely no idea where to start or what to say either.

Now, what the bloody hell! Was he supposed to do...

George was jolted out of the exhausted stupor she had been in, by the sound of the doorbell ringing. It took her a few seconds to try and recollect the events that had happened earlier, but when she did, she reluctantly made her way to the front door. Upon opening it, she found Mark, standing on the doorstep.

"Haven't you made it clear you don't want to discuss this?" she asked him attempting to put off what was most likely going to be an emotionally draining conversation for both of them.

"No... I said I wanted to discuss this face to face, and not over the phone, which is what I've come to do."

"Ok..." She said. Finally resigning herself to the fact that she would end up having this entire conversation tonight, she pulled the door open wider to let him in.