Notes These are basically a collection of oneshot/drabbles that I have written in collection to the "A Doctor's Life" series but not included, either because I hadn't written them at the time, I didn't think they were relevant, or I thought they were too dark or depressing. These stories come with a content warning. Some of them will be triggering with explicit references to self-harm, sexual and physical abuse, prostitution, suicide, mental illness and makes light of activities such as alcohol or drug taking. Please be safe when reading them and know that I do not endorse any of these activities.

I hope you have as much fun reading these as I have writing them.

Adam and Bella discussing Nick... I love Adam and Bella's friendship, I just never really developed it properly in the main thread, something which I regret, so here's a bit for you.

One Shot, Tequila Shots

The shots were lined up along the bar. 8. That was four each. Bella wasn't so completely drunk that she couldn't do simple maths. Bella raised the first glass and Adam did the same. "Chin Chin?"

"Isn't that supposed to be for tonic or whatever?"

Adam frowned, "Champagne?"

Bella nodded, "That's the one." She down the glass with only a slight crumple of the nose. "Again?"

"Slow down Bella, I can't keep up." Adam downed his shot with a wink. "I've got a shift tomorrow."

"Me too, are you going to leave me to it?"

Adam looked warily across the bar, Bella had been watched by at least three men since they had entered the club. He wasn't going to leave her. "I'll stay." They both took their next shot together. Adam made a face. "Mm."

Bella grinned and grabbed Adam in a spontaneous hug. She spun around, singing loudly in a voice that cut across the music in club, which happened to be another song from a completely different genre. "CAN YOU FEEEL IT?"

Adam stepped back to avoid flailing arms and an over affectionate Bella, "Maybe you've had enough."

Bella took her next shot. "One can never have enough." She screwed up her face. "Never."

Adam smiled. "I'm only thinking about your headache tomorrow and Mr Jordan's look of disapproval."

"Nick, shmick."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Nick? Since when have you been calling our illustrious leader by his forename? I thought you will still cut up about the whole father thing. "

Bella made a face, "He's not so bad really. We've been out for a few drinks, a few meals, he's really quite a nice guy and he's sorry. And he cares about this department just as much as you do, if you'd give him the chance." Bella smiled at the look on Adam's face. "I'll give it some time then."

Adam shrugged. "Maybe he'll surprise me."

"He is my father."

"Luke, I am your father." Adam laughed at his own joke.

"The Darth Vader impression was pretty good, but I'm being serious."

"Serious, Bella, you are drunk. I am drunk. The hopes of use having a serious conversation are minimal."

"I am not drunk, you are just a lightweight." She finished off the shots.

"Then why did the barman take your keys after your last drink?"

"Cause he assumes that I have the same alcohol capacity as you." Bella leant forward, speaking deliberately to avoid a slur, "8 more shots please?" She turned to Adam, "That's if you're still game." The barman raised an eyebrow. The pair of doctors had consumed more alcohol than everyone else in the club together, but he didn't hesitate to take Bella's offered £20 note.

Adam rolled his eyes, if he was going to have a hangover, it might as well be an impressive one. "One more round of shots Bella, but only one."