Hello once again. Another little fiction from your ever faithful servant. Hope you enjoy it. This is just a little scene I would have liked to have seen in Series 3 Episode 10 but then again I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Sorry again about the title, I'm bad at titles.

A Long day

She had tried three times now and was getting sick of listening to his phone going to voicemail. Rebecca had tried her hardest to stay calm about what, Shannon had told her but it was hadn't done any good. In fact it had made her more anxious than before. She had ended up pacing the lab again and again. Alex had seen her, and told her not to wear the floor out, before heading home.

By the time she had got to her car his phone had gone to voicemail for the seventh time. By the eighth, she decided it was probably better to leave a message.

"Tim, when you get this just call me back. I know you've had a shock but I can explain it to you. Please just call me back." She played it back to check what she had said before setting off home.

When she had got home her phone rang. She picked it up immediately.

"Hello Rebecca."

"Tim, are you alright?" she asked quickly in concern

"I'll live." His voice was flat "Probably."

"Shannon called and told me, it must have been a shock for you."

"You think." He scoffed at her remark

"I know." She spoke to him sharply, not without a hint of anger "When I first did tests on Maddie's DNA, I was shocked by what I found. It terrified me if I'm honest."

He was silent for a few seconds

"Are you really alright?" she asked again

"I've found a bottle of Whiskey and trying to drown out the whole thing."

"I thought you hated Whiskey?"

"Not tonight," his voice had picked up slightly but she guessed it was the alcohol "Tonight Whiskey is my new best friend."

With that he hung up, leaving her to listen to the dial tone. She couldn't leave him to drench his soul in Whiskey-especially when he didn't like it- and get himself a hangover. It wouldn't help him. What he had found out would still be there tomorrow even if he drank a bottle of whiskey every night to calm his nerves. She picked up her car keys and jacket and rapidly jumped into her car, heading for his home. She could hardly stop him from drinking but she could at least try to make him see sense. On reaching his house, she knocked on the door with urgency. When he didn't come to the door, she knocked again with a little more force than last time. Still no response. This time she pushed open the letterbox and shouted through.

"Tim, open the door."

"There's a key under the flower pot." Was his reply

She snatched it up quickly, putting it into the lock and turning all in one movement. How much Whiskey had he drunk if he wouldn't even come to the door? Rebecca opened, the door to the sight of him perched on the edge of his sofa, not drinking but just looking at the bottle of Whiskey that stood on the table. A glass stood beside the bottle but was empty. He hadn't opened the bottle and the glass was dry.

When he finally looked up at her all he said was "I hate Whiskey."

She closed the door behind her, then went to take the bottle of Whiskey, but he stopped her hand as it took hold of the neck of the bottle. She met his eyes with an imploring look. Eventually his resistance cracked and his hand fell to his side. She took the bottle and poured its contents down the sink, where it couldn't do any harm. When she returned to him he had slumped down onto the sofa. He hadn't drunk of a drop of alcohol, but still he looked like he had. The look on his face told Rebecca everything she needed to know. She sat next to him, tentatively at first but when he said nothing she sat further back. She felt him bury his head against her shoulder. Then tears started to come from his eyes and fall onto her jacket. He started sobbing harder into her jacket and she stroked his hair in a way of comfort. His arms slid round her waist and hugged her to him. He hung onto her like his life depended on it.

When he had finally recovered, he didn't remove his arms from around her but sat up straighter.

"Better?" she asked with a small smile

He nodded silently, a smile like hers played on his lips.

"It's better to let it out you know. Keeping all that stress to yourself doesn't do you any good. It just makes it worse."

He nodded again but his smile had disappeared

"I'm here though. You can talk to me about it. I'll believe you, I promise."

A look of guilt flashed across his face, as he remembered his confrontation with her in his office. When she had wanted to be believed-needed to be believed-and he hadn't helped her.

"I'm so, so sorry, that I didn't believe you." He pulled her closer to him, so close she was nearly sitting on his lap.

"It doesn't matter now. At least you know now."

"I should have believed you though. Did anybody actually believe you?" He asked it kindly but he knew he was touching on a sensitive issue

"Nobody believed, not one single person. Even my family cut of me, they thought I was mad. Talking all that rubbish about werewolves."

Silence surrounded them until Rebecca continued

"I lost my job, my friends, my respect. It hurt, it hurt a lot. I felt lucky that you would still talk to me, even if I didn't show it." her face showed mainly hurt but a small part was still angry

They lapsed once again into silence.

"How did I not know?" he wondered out loud "I mean, I've been their tutor since they started, and I never knew."

"You have to give them credit, they keep it well hidden."

"Wolves though. Actual wolves."

"Wolfblood's." She corrected quickly

"Sorry, Wolfblood's."

"How did you find out exactly? Shannon wasn't very clear in her timeline of events."

"That'll be a first for Shannon." He laughed "I followed Tom, Rhydian, Jana and Shannon and got a bit more than I bargained for. I watched them through the window of Jana's house. I saw Jana and Rhydian. Their eyes changed. That's when I was spotted. So I ran and came face to face with a woman in the woods,"

"Victoria Sweeney." She supplied

"Yes, that's her. Her eyes changed and the veins on her neck stood black. I terrified me. Rhydian, he changed to his wolf form."

"Shannon said everything was explained over a cup of tea."

"Yes, thank goodness for tea." He sighed, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted form his shoulders.

"Feeling better? Told you it was good to talk about it."

"I may need to talk to you more until I'm fully used to it, although, I suppose your right. Talking helps."

"You've had a long day," she pointed out, seeing the obvious signs of tiredness that played out across his face "You should get some rest." She got up to go but he pulled her back down, and she ended up landing on his lap. She remembered the last time they had been so close when they were at university and going out. She'd forgotten what it felt like to care for somebody. To love somebody.

"I don't want you to go." He whispered in her ear "Please stay." He wound his arms around her waist again to prevent her getting up. She knew that she had lost this battle, although she had to admit she had never been so glad to lose anything.

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