'Leddi': The Songfics Collection

Hey guys, this is what will hopefully become the first ever 'collection' of Leddi Songfics from a variety of Leddi fans and writers myself included. ANYONE can contribute, as long as they are songfics, just PM me and I will send you the details. I just think this will be an awesome way to show our collective love of Leddi, especially in Luc's absence. Plus this way we get loads of different music tastes, perspectives and writing styles, plus more regular updates as more people are writing. What I was planning to do was get people to send me their pieces via tumblr/docX/email or whatever and then add it in as a chapter. You will all get FULL CREDIT I promise on my life! I don't steal work!

If you've never written before but want to, don't panic, I am a Beta reader, so I'm more than willing to help with grammar, spelling and editing – I'm not perfect but I do try!

DISCLAIMERS: 1. None of us own Holby- If we did Eddi and Luc would be married by now. 2. All songs and lyrics used are the property of the respective artists, which will be stated clearly at the start of each piece. 3. The fics themselves are used with the permission of their respective authors whose pennames also will be stated at the start of each piece.

Right then, I'll start with one of mine as an example, let's see if this works!

Song title: "45"
Artist: The Gaslight Anthem
Author: therealmisshappy

"Another," Echoed the unusually slurred tones of Luc Hemingway as he tossed his empty glass of whiskey in the vague direction of a rather worried looking bartender.

"Don't you think you've had enough sir?" the bartender replied sympathetically in his smooth American accent.

"Another." Luc insisted drunkenly thumping his fist on the bar. Originally, he had been beginning to see why people enjoyed a drink but now he was really seeing why he chose not to.

It had been exactly a year since he'd left her and six months since he'd arrived in New York. A whole year since he'd left the woman he loved behind in England. 365 days of missing her, 365 days of regret, 365 days of sheer and utter loneliness each tiresome day as bad as the last. 365 torturous days later and Luc Hemingway was slumped stinking drunk for the first time in his life, in a dark and dingy bar in the centre of New York. His heart was bleeding, yearning with love for the beautiful nurse he'd tried to leave behind.

A kindly colleague, whose name he'd neglected to remember in his drunken haze, had noticed his 'more melancholy than usual' expression and had taken it upon himself to cheer him up by bringing him here. He made to order Luc's usual lemonade for him but found that Luc had already beaten him to it and was already ordering something much stronger for himself. Perhaps this would be what he needed to forget her, nothing else had worked so far and he was beginning to get desperate.

"This isn't working." He announced suddenly, a few drinks later having, realised he felt no better than he did before.

"What isn't?" replied his confused companion.

"It's been a whole bloody year." Luc rambled, the alcohol having lowered his inhibitions a little, a whole year since I left England, left her."

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter." He answered, catching himself before he revealed all. He may have had a drink, but that didn't mean he had to disclose his the entire story of his sorry lovesick existence.

"Want my advice buddy?" his colleague asked. "Turn the record over. Forget her, let her go. Let somebody else lie at her feet."

But he couldn't, that was how he'd ended up in this mess in the first place, she'd given him everything he needed- or rather she would have done if he hadn't gone and fucked it up. Even if he could go back and see her pretty elfin face again, she'd never take him back, not after his cowardly exit- who would? After he left Holby and he'd finally dared to switch his phone on, he found she'd left him three voicemails. The first one was fine, just; she was using her calm, professional 'work' voice, asking him where he was and to call her, she was clearly wasted by the time she'd left the second, furious and heartbroken, she'd called him every name and expletive under the sun. However it was the third message that haunted him every waking hour, this time she wasn't screaming and swearing instead she was just quiet, "Why Luc? Why? What did I do?" was all it said. In that moment he'd wanted nothing more than to dial her number and explain, but try as he might, he just couldn't bring himself to press the call button. Instead he had hurled his phone at the wall and watched as it shattered in to tiny pieces, feeling a strange feeling of affinity with each smashed and broken piece. As much as he hated it the deed was done what could he say? He'd hurt her enough. He accepted the job offer in New York to escape her and yet here he was one year on still dancing with her ghost even though she was thousands of miles away. He couldn't move on and yet he couldn't stay the same either.

The amber liquid burned at the back of his throat as he drained yet another glass and cast it aside. His drinking companion had made his excuses and left hours ago now, thinking Luc had done the same. He hadn't of course; nope he was still in the bar deep in drunken thought.

"One more?" He managed to slur, gesturing wildly for another glass.

"Sorry bud." The barman shook his head "its closing time. I called last orders already but you didn't hear me. Besides don't you have a home to go to?"

As far as Luc was concerned he did not. She had become home to him and since he could not go back he now considered himself 'homeless' and declared himself so to the inquiring barman, sliding off his barstool and staggering somewhat in the process.

"Bullshit, you're the doctor from the E.R across the street." was his reply, "Of course you have home. Now come on let's get you a cab, we'll settle the bill tomorrow."

But Luc wasn't really listening; frankly he was too wrapped up in his thoughts of Eddi to even care.

"Look at what she's done to me!" He declared to nobody in particular as the barman helped him out on to the street. "Look at what I've done to me. Look at my hands, just look at them shake. I hate this. It's all my fault." He rambled, examining himself with mild self-disgust.

"I doubt it amigo, but that's women for you. Why don't you give her a call in the morning? I'm sure you'll work it out." The barman said offering the generic response he gave to his most lovesick of patrons as he ushered him into the waiting taxi.

"Yes! That's it! I'll call her," Luc cried in an apparent epiphany, he had nothing else left to lose after all, so why not?

After causing much confusion by trying to give the poor taxi driver the postcode for Holby General and attempting to describe the location where his caravan had stood, he finally made it back to his rented apartment and staggered upstairs. His mind was only focused on one thing: her. He didn't care if she hung up on him, he just wanted, no- needed to hear her beautiful voice. With surprising dexterity considering the level of his intoxication, he located his new phone and found her number within it. He entered the code for England and with trembling fingers he hit dial.

She answered after two rings.

"Hello?" Her broad Yorkshire accent was music to his ears. It was her! It was his beautiful Eddi.

"I've made a huge mistake," Was all he could say. "I need you."

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