"Dammit!" He threw his guitar down on the bed and slumped onto the floor. Why couldn't he get it right? It never sounded like it was a true song, the lyrics never fitted completely. He was supposed to be the main writer for the band yet he couldn't ever come up with anything good, not since the first song he had ever written. That must have been a fluke. After he had written that song Dom, his best mate, had thought it would be a great idea to start a band, Ricochet. He had no idea where the name came from Dom just randomly thought it up. Then they had got together with Ollie, James and Myles to make the band whole. He, Dom and Ollie were on the guitars, James on the keyboard and Myles on the drums. It was a pretty awesome combo but they just couldn't come up with the songs.

"And that's my fault," he muttered to himself, "Christ, I suck at this." Then he hauled himself up and wandered over to his desk. May as well get some homework done, he thought, I have a ton of stuff in for tomorrow.

Downstairs, Ray noticed that the music that had been floating from his son's bedroom had stopped. He wondered why, it had sounded really good to him; maybe he had some homework to do.

Ray loved hearing his fourteen year old son, Tommy, playing the guitar. He had been absolutely delighted when Tommy had first wanted to start playing the instrument and had encouraged him no end. Of course Tommy had no idea why his dad was so eager for him to play, he was a doctor, why would he be interested in music? But Tommy had still been pleased when Ray bought him a guitar.

Ray had never told Tommy about his Roc Doc days and his son just thought he was some boring old doctor. Though, secretly, Tommy did admire his dad a lot for having this job. Plus Tommy never needed to worry about being injured because both his parents were doctors at County hospital.

Ray lent back on the couch, working himself into a comfortable position so he could watch the tv. Closing his eyes, Ray enjoyed the peaceful silence after a long day at work. He didn't hear the key turn in the lock or the creaky door opening. Though he did hear "Hey lazybones, whilst you've been resting your butt here I've been rushing round the ER saving lives." Ray felt his wife, Neela, land on his chest, his eyes sprung open.

"Well I was doing it before you, it was your turn!" Ray grinned and kissed her passionately. Neela kissed him back and smiled.

"Urgh, that is just rank!" Neela and Ray looked up and saw their son standing in the living room doorway. They laughed. "Can't you save it for the bedroom? You're worse than…worse than… I dunno whatever animal mates a lot." Tommy trailed off, gave them a disgusted look and padded off to the kitchen, he was starving. Neela pulled herself away from Ray's warm body and went after her son.

She entered the kitchen and watched Tommy ransacking the fridge. He was beautiful, Neela thought to herself, with Ray's brown hair, startling green eyes and build and her bronze skin colour. He was going to break a lot of hearts. Not that she had heard about him having any girlfriends at all yet.

A pair of freezing cold hands suddenly found their way under her t-shirt "EEK" She jumped about two feet in the air and came back down with a bump. She spun round and shrieked "You bastard! Your hands are bloody cold Ray!" Ray just laughed.

"Not only do you display sexual scenes to me but you yell swear words, nineteen to the dozen, in my ear. Do you want me to grow up into one of those nut jobs with a 'disturbed childhood'?" Tommy sighed, his raid on the fridge having been unsuccessful "I also think you are trying to starve me. Where's all the food gone?"

"In your tummy, that's where," Neela told him, patting his stomach.

"Tummy? I mean really, how old do you think I am now? Five?" Tommy groaned.

"Yep, you're my ickle lickle baby." Neela said, cooing to him.

"Mom! Stop it!" Tommy backed away "Dad help!" Tommy pleaded with Ray. Ray just burst out laughing. Tommy scowled at him and turned tail to run up the stairs.

"Takeaway alright with you?" Neela called after him still giggling.

"Yeah whatever," came the disgruntled reply.

"Ooh you are evil" Ray shook his head, knowing how embarrassed he would have felt had he been in that situation.

"Oh I know" Neela said, a wicked smirk playing across her face.

Tommy moaned this homework was driving him crazy. Why the hell should he care what happened in 1675 or 1791? Rolling off his bed, where he had been revising for a test, he stood up and went downstairs to see if the takeaway was there yet. Taking the steps two at a time, he thundered down the stairs. Ray popped his head out of the kitchen, chopsticks in hand, "Are you alright, it sounded like you were falling down the stairs?"

"Yep" Tommy skidded to a halt by his dad "Hey you've started without me!"

"Oh yeah sorry mate, we got a bit peckish" his dad grinned. Tommy just barged past him and set to devouring all the food on the table.

"Hungry then?" Ray asked

"Famished" Was all Tommy could manage through his mouthful.

When they had all finished and cleared up, Ray sent Tommy up to bed "You have a test tomorrow, you need the sleep."

"Oh but dad it's only history, I'll probably fall asleep in the test anyway," Tommy pleaded but Ray didn't falter.

"Off you go, while you're under our roof you'll go to bed when we say. Besides your mom and I are going to bed now, we have early shifts so you'll have to get yourself up."

"Yeah well maybe I won't bother" Tommy sighed and tramped upstairs.

Ray walked into the ER and grimaced, it was already looking busy and it was only six in the morning. Neela hurried in behind him "Man that snow is freezing!" She shook her raven-hair and specks of powdery white snow fell out.

"Yeah well it is December" Chuny said as she passed.

"I know, but still" Neela rubbed her arms to keep warm.

"Dr. Barnett, Dr. Rasgotra there is a MVA coming in, in about five minutes, can you take it?" Chuny asked coming back the other way with some supplies.

"Sure" they replied in unison, pulling on their white coats and stethoscopes.

Tommy kicked a ball against the wall behind his school, he'd really crapped up in the history exam and now he was mentally berating himself for it. How could he not remember all the dates, he had listened to bloody Mr Stones long enough in lessons?! Dammit! Right now all he needed was his guitar but that was at home. It helped him vent his feelings.

"Hey!!!" Tommy turned round and spotted his friends Dom and Ollie.

"Hi," Tommy answered dully.

"What's wrong?" Ollie asked, "Are you still cross that you totally messed up that exam?" Tommy nodded.

"Jesus mate! It was only a test, I got a D, you got a C, who gives a toss? Anyway you do well in all the other tests A, A, A and more A's! You are really smart! You are really good at sport and music, you get loads of chicks asking you out – though for the life of me I don't know why you refused all of them – what more could you want?" Dom cried out, amazed that his friend was getting so worked up over one stupid test. Both his parent's were doctor's for Christ's sake, he had to be smart, nothing could change that.

"But…" Tommy started.

"Look mate we don't particularly care, we were just wondering whether we could come over to yours and practise tonight. Your parents are the only ones who never seem to mind, I think they're immune to our noise." Dom said. Tommy chuckled.

"Yeah sure," he agreed, "Wanna play soccer?"

"You know I've always said I didn't mind the noise!" Neela yelled to Ray.

"Yes?"

"Well I've changed my mind! Is it just me or have they got louder since last time?"

"I dunno but they can't be any worse than how we were," Ray shouted back, "You lived with our band for longer than this."

"I know but still, I didn't remember how annoying it was!" Neela replied. Ray laughed at her and then seeing the scowl on her face, swept her into a hug. He kissed her on the lips and stroked her cheeks.

"I love you, you know that?" Ray whispered in her ear.

"I love you too" Neela kissed him back.