I'm back again. This time it isn't a story from The King's Crossing! Are you impressed?

I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my last story - I know I didn't get round to thanking you all individually but I want you to know that I appreciate every single one of you!

So onto this story - based around Ethan's holiday to Magaluf that Cal arranged. We never got to find out how it went (I'm not being awful, but can you imagine Ethan in Magaluf?) so I've made up a version. Hope you like.

Usual disclaimer - I only own the people that you don't recognise from the show.

What Happens In Magaluf...

I'm going to kill Cal, Ethan thought, not for the first time since boarding the plane to Magaluf. He was three days into the first holiday that he had been on in years and the urge to pack up and fly back home was getting stronger and stronger by the hour.

A holiday will do you the world of good, his brother had said, leave it to me, I'll sort you out with a week in the sun, all inclusive, nothing to worry about apart from your tan.

Why had he listened to him? Why hadn't he done his usual research on a destination ? He usually did, but this time it had been different. Cal had really wanted to organise a get away for him after everything that had happened in the last few months - and for that reason alone, Ethan made himself stay.

The main problem had been that Cal, and everyone else for that matter, had neglected to inform him that Magaluf was one of the foremost destinations for Stag and Hen parties. He had worked that one out for himself when on the plane he was surrounded by a party of raucous men, who had obviously already had a few pints even at such an early time in the day. Ethan had been joined by the youngest of the group - the only one who seemed sober, "Someone has to keep them in check," he had commented to the young doctor. Then to add insult to injury, they had been allocated rooms on the floor below him, so the past two nights had been filled with noisy partying, which had left Ethan more tired than when he had first set off. He had tried to avoid them as much as possible, especially after one had almost vomited over his shoes earlier on that day.

Thankfully, at the moment, all was quiet, so Ethan decided to spend some time soaking up some sun by the pool.

Within ten minutes, Ethan was happily stretched out on a sun lounger, a book in one hand and a cold beer by his side. Now this he could get used to.

He had managed about a hour before his peace was disturbed, "Who comes to Magaluf to read a book?" One of the members of the Stag party called out at the top of his voice, causing some of the other holidaymakers to look their way. Ethan dropped his head, "Who comes on holiday just to drink themselves into oblivion?" he muttered. He thought he had been quiet but obviously he hadn't been as quiet as he had thought, "What did you say?" The 'Stag' strode forward, "We've come to party! If we want a drink then we're damn well gonna have one. What's it to you anyway?"

Ethan just sighed and shook his head. Why did he seem to attract all the bully boys, "That's shut you up - four eyes!" He sneered as he looked round at his friends to check that they were all watching him. They all cheered him on - clapping and high fiving.

"How old are you? Seven? Eight? Four eyes, really? That the best you got?" The 'Stag' clearly hadn't expected Ethan to talk back to him, "Personally I don't care if you drink yourself into a coma - but what I do care about is that I along with many others in this hotel have come away for some rest and relaxation and we don't appreciate it being disturbed by a bunch of yobs who can't drink responsibly!" Ethan shot back, anger coursing through him as his stomach tied itself in knots.

The man in front of him was clearly rattled. He took a menacing step forward - only to be stopped by the younger man that had sat next to Ethan on the plane, "Mike stop. It's our last night here - don't be stupid or you'll end up in a police cell again."

Mike glared at the younger man, then he stood down, "Yeah come on guys - he's not worth it."

Ethan closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on slowing down his breathing, while once again cursing his brother.

"Are you alright?" A voice broke him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see the youngest looking at him with concern.

"Yes I'm fine thank you," he reassured him.

"I'm sorry about Mike. He's always thought that he was the hard man of the group - always lets his mouth run away with him," he chuckled mirthlessly, "He's my brother...guess you can't choose your family can you?"

"No you can't. My brother organised this holiday for me - only it's not quite the rest that I expected."

"Is he older?"

"Yes he is, but he's not much wiser," Ethan chuckled.

The younger man smiled, "I'm Joe."

"Ethan," the young doctor shook his hand.

"So what brings you to Magaluf? If you don't mind me saying you look more like you would enjoy Rome or somewhere like that than heady Magaluf."

Ethan smiled again, thinking that Rome sounded really good right now, "I was in a car accident a few months ago - I've not been back at work long, but I was struggling, so my brother decided that I needed a sunshine break. He convinced me that I needed a good rest far away from work - the fact that he would have the flat all to himself for the week had nothing to do with it."

Joe laughed, "What is your job?"

"I'm a doctor...we both are...me and my brother - same hospital. What do you do?"

"When I'm not at college, I'm playing nursemaid to that nutter over there. I'm the youngest so I get lumbered with looking out for him - mind you if I didn't..."

He didn't need to finish the sentence. Ethan knew exactly what he meant.

"So your brother...he's getting married then?"

Joe blew out a long breath, "Yeah - she's pregnant. He's only twenty. He's working luckily..."

"I take it you're not that happy about it," Ethan watched the younger man's reactions.

"I am happy for him, if that's what he wants. He seems to really care about her and she does care about him, but I just don't know with a baby... I would hate to be saddled with a kid at that age," Joe insisted.

"Hmmm certainly seems to be quite young..." Ethan started, but decided to leave that conversation there, "What do you want to do when you've finished college?"

"I don't really know. I actually thought about medical school, but..."

"But what? It's great to have something to aim for," Ethan encouraged.

"It's tough though, getting into the right places for someone like me."

"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with you is there?" Ethan was genuinely puzzled.

"Oh no not physically, but I don't exactly live in the best part of Holby..."

"You live in Holby? No way. Me and my brother work in the Emergency Department at Holby Hospital - small world. So where do you live?"

"That estate just before you get to the docks - I know it's not the Bronx but it's really tough to get out of there."

"Well if it's something you really want then you need to tough it out and push for your dreams," Ethan advised.

Joe looked at his watch, "God, I'd better get going," he said as he jumped to his feet. As he did so, he was unaware that something had fallen out of his pocket. Ethan noticed and picked it up, "Is that a blood glucose monitor?" He questioned as he handed it back to Joe.

"Yeah, that's why I have to go. Mike always leaves it behind when he goes on a night out. I need to get it to him otherwise he won't keep a check on his levels, " Joe explained as a frown of concern creased his forehead.

Ethan nodded his understanding, "Enjoy your evening. I hope it won't be to noisy when they get back."

"I'll try to keep them as quiet as possible, but unfortunately I can't promise. It is our last night here though, so hopefully your last few days will be more peaceful. I am sorry about your holiday being ruined," he finished sincerely.

"Just be careful," Ethan warned as Joe turned to leave.

Ethan spent a pleasant evening, having his dinner then a couple of drinks at the bar while watching the sunset. He could feel himself relaxing, so he decided to send Cal a text with a photo of the sunset. He was in bed, fast asleep by midnight.

Good grief! What was that incessent thumping? Sounded like someone was banging a drum in his head. He glanced at his phone - 2am. What the hell was happening at this godforsaken hour! Then he remembered the Stag party. Was this really them just getting in? Suddenly, he realised that the thumping was coming from his door. Groggily, he stood and made his way to the door, "Alright, I'm coming," he grumbled.

He pulled it open to reveal a frantic looking Joe, "Ethan, I'm really sorry - it's Mike...I can't wake him up..."

So that's chapter one. Please let me know if you want me to carry on - thanks.