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He should have looked both ways. Mum was going to kill him for not doing so. And now he was sprawled out under sister Juliennes bike as the nun picked herself up and dusted herself off.

'Are you alright Timothy?' She crouched next to him looking him over for damage.

'I think so sister. Are you okay? I'm sorry I should have looked where I was going.'

'I am fine. It takes more than falling off my bike to slow me down.'

'So Mum says. Did you really keep working immediately after you broke your leg.'

'There was work to be done. I was needed. Now up with you.' She said kindly as she held out a hand.

'Ouch!'

'Timothy?'

'It's my ankle.'

'Now let's see here. Just a sprain by the looks of it. You'll be fine in a day or so however I don't suggest that you walk home on it. Pop up onto my handlebars and I'll give you a lift. Where are you going?'

'Home. Mum and Dad let me walk home from cubs now. Eventually.' He rolled his eyes

'I can imagine they weren't too happy about that at first.'

'No. I'll be alright sister. No need to bike me back. I'll just walk it off. I don't want to put you out.'

'It's fine. I need to speak to your mother about something any way. Besides, I'll take any excuse to see your sister.'

'Are you sure?'

'Of course.' She swung her leg over the seat. 'On you get.'

'How?'

'There that wasn't too bad was it.'

'It was certainly an experience.' Tim laughed ' Not many people can claim to have gotten a lift on a nuns bike.'

'No. I'd imagine not.' She chuckled as they silently entered the house, closing the door quietly behind them. The gentle strains of Nat King Cole wafted down the hall at them. They crept down and stopped short in the doorway to the kitchen, tears springing to Sister Julienne's eyes. Before them stood Patrick and Shelagh slow dancing in the middle of the room, clothed only in a single pair of pyjamas between them. Briefly she considered the strangeness of seeing so much of her former sisters leg and the local gps chest but shook herself out of it as Patrick dropped his hands from Shelagh's back to gently cup her bottom. Sister Julienne cleared her throat abruptly and the couple flew apart, Shelagh tugging her shirt down violently.

'Sister! Timothy you're home early!' She blushed heavily as Tim just rolled his eyes.

'I'm afraid my bike and Timothy came to blows. He's sprained his ankle. I was already on my way to speak to you so I thought I'd give him a lift home.'

'Are you alright Timmy?' Shelagh frowned, wanting to crouch down and look him over but horribly aware that her current attire wasn't ideal for such actions.

'Fine. Just a bit sore. I've had worse.' They all took a moment to acknowledge the painful truth of the statement.

'Wait Sister gave you a lift? On her bike? How did that work?' Patrick asked laughing.

'Handlebars.'

'Ah. Wish I could have seen that.'

'What was it you needed you speak to me about Sister?' Shelagh smiled at the nun, finally meeting her eyes and was relieved to see no reproach or embarrassment in her eyes.

'Just wanted to see how you were doing with Angela. I haven't seen you in a while aside from at clinic and we've barely had a chance to speak then.'

'Yes sorry about that, it's all a bit hectic. Just let me uh...put some more clothes on and get Angela awake and we can have a good natter.'

'I'd like that.'

From the prompt: Imagine your OTP+ slow dancing together in the kitchen in their PJs to their favourite song.

I just loved the image but the fic kinda grew around it

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