As usual, Doc Martin belongs to Buffalo Pictures. I just like to play with the characters. I just jotted down some different ways scenes could have been written. Got to say that the ones written for the show are the absolute best and much funnier!
Alternate scene 2
Martin stood on his front porch breathing in the fresh air and tried to deal with the humiliation he felt over his actions the night before. He knew at the time he shouldn't drink that wine! Now look. The laughing stock of this village of idiots! And Bert! Oh god! And his head HURT!
Louisa came into view looking fresh and relaxed – almost jaunty. No one would believe she had been drunk last night. He cringed with shame as she approached.
"Hello, Martin." She said cheerily.
When he didn't speak, she held up a small bottle and said smiling, "Since you don't drink, I thought you probably wouldn't know about this miracle cure for hang overs. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets me through Monday morning first period."
"I embarrassed myself last night." He said. "I apologize."
Surprised, she answered quickly, "Not at all. I enjoyed our little talk and being with you."
He looked skeptical but said nothing and evidently found the view fascinating because he stared at it rather than look at her. When she said nothing else, as usual in moments of stress, he retreated into his doctor mode. "Is there some medical complaint you wish to speak to me about?"
"No, no. Just the morning after pill." Was her teasing answer but the stunned look on his face made her realize she'd made a mistake. She had heard about Bert's teasing and the jokes about the dog and knew him well enough to know that, along with the humiliation, there was also anger. It was none of their sodding business after all!
So, she quickly corrected her mistake, "Just joking! Look, I can tell you're getting ready to say something horrible and need time to process what happened last night. I was delighted to hear you say that you love me and if you want to know what I would've said in return before you passed out, well, you know where to find me. Good night."
And he watched in relief, appreciating her consideration for his feelings, as she walked down the hill, pony tail swinging.
He took a hot, relaxing shower and meant to spend some time working on a clock before preparing a light supper and going to bed early. But, he found that her last words repeated themselves in his brain to the exclusion of everything else and decided that he needed to hear what she would have said before he would be able to eat or sleep that night. Before much longer, he was striding down the hill and knocking on her door. It turned out that neither of them got much sleep that night.