Here's a little one-shot with KennyxKelly(the Dublin girl). It's an alternative ending to S3E3: Chance is a fine thing. Every time I watch that, it breaks my heart a little bit, so I thought I'd write it out and fix it.
"You did all that without using the word destiny, I'm grateful for that." Lynda's voice thanked him down the phone.
"You're welcome. Anyway, I'm gonna hang up now, the doorbell just went." Kenny replied.
"Ooh, expecting someone important are we? The love of your life waiting on your granddad's doorstep?" she teased
"Goodbye Lynda." he said firmly, putting the phone down and opening the door. There was a girl on the doorstep. A pretty girl, with auburn hair, brown eyes and freckles.
"Hello, is Eileen there?" she asked him.
"No, there's no Eileen here, sorry." he replied.
"This is number two, isn't it?" she asked, looking surprised.
"No, it's number twenty-four. Two's right the other end of the road there. Here, I'll walk you up." he said, closing the door behind him.
"Oh, thanks. Talk about a wrong number." she smiled.
"Yeah." he laughed, trying to think of something to say to make the conversation less awkward as they walked down the street. "So, Eileen, is she the curly haired one with the accent? I think I've seen her a few times." he said, disappointed with his lack of ideas.
"Accent! You're one to talk." she laughed.
"Yeah, suppose so. Where're you from then?" he asked.
"Dublin. I'm just over here for a week, so I thought I'd drop in on my cousin." she replied.
"Oh, Eileen, right?"
"Right. Any cousins yourself?" she asked, wondering if that was a weird thing to say.
"No, furthest away relative lives up in Glasgow." he replied.
"That's far."
"Yeah, I know. Aunt Rachel fell out with the rest of the family and wanted to get away." he explained.
"Aunt Rachel? In Glasgow? That's funny. I once knew an boy with an Aunt Rachel in Glasgow." Again, she was sure this was a weird thing to say.
"Really?" He looked pensive.
"Yeah. Oh, well, maybe there's just a lot of people called Rachel in Glasgow." she replied.
"Probably. Are there no Rachels in, um, er, wherever it is you're from?" He felt really stupid. "Where is it you're from again?"
"Dublin." she replied.
"Dublin." he repeated. "Dublin!" he exclaimed.
"Are you okay?" she asked, silently grateful that she wasn't the weird one.
"Yeah, look this might sound mad, but have you ever had a wrong number?" he asked her, positive that it did sound mad. "Are you the Dublin girl?" He was suddenly very aware that they had stopped moving. He looked around, seeing a blue door with a number two stuck on it.
"Um, listen, it's my cousin's house here, so I'm just gonna g-" she said, glad to get away, although sad that he had turned out to be a loony.
"You were about to dump some guy. Mike or something, that was it, Michael. You were waiting for a call, but you kept getting some English guy looking for his Aunt Rachel in Glasgow." he shouted as she went up the path towards the door. She turned.
"Aunt Rachel?" she asked him, her eyes almost popping out of her head.
"Dublin?" he asked, his eyebrows raised so high they might as well be getting altitude sickness.
He looked right at her, and she looked right at him.
"Eileen can wait, I think we need a catch up." she smiled, walking towards him.
"So," he started, as they walked down the road, "Did you ever dump that guy Michael?"
"Oh, yeah." she nodded, smiling.
"Just as well," he said, "He was such a creep."
And they all lived happily ever after. The way they should have done. If you liked it, please leave a review, I feel like the Press Gang Fandom's dead.