Well I started writing this in a coffee bar to keep myself amused...i don't have much stored and I'm going to be doing exams so don't expect regular updates but if it does get a bitty of interest then i might put more effort in :P its up to you guys :D review please xxjilly

Lying slumped across the desk in the Writing Room Emma's cheek froze to the ice-cold tabletop. The mouse lying two inches from the tip of her nose, it's flickering red under light casting an evil glow across her forehead. The door creaked open, soft, steady footsteps approaching. Two gentle hands circling her shoulders she let out a small sigh, the encrusted tears on her cheeks forgotten about as he sat down on the desk next to her. "You're still coming out for that drink right?" Lewis asked quietly as he fed his fingers through her ruffled blonde hair.

"Yeah…yeah course." Emma replied lifting her chin a few inches from the desk before dropping it slowly back down. The salty tracks on her face were brushed away as Lewis hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face upwards.

"May I?" He asked, prising her phone from her tight grip.

Nodding she lowered her head back onto her folded arms, turning her cheek to the side to see Lewis flick up the last message in her Inbox.

You're making a huge mistake Emma.

We have to be together.

Don't break my heart again.

Love Matt.

Raising his eyebrows Lewis slid her chrome phone back over to her. "He's a loser Emma. Who uses punctuation in a text?" He said in all sincerity, a small smile twinkling in his deep eyes as he caught her gaze.

Chuckling softly Emma reached out a hand to give him a half-hearted slap. "What would I do without you?" She smiled, rising from the chair and leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Meet you out front in fifteen."

"So you'll be twenty-five." He snorted.

"Twenty!"

"Thirty!"

"Fine…fine…twenty-five!" Emma sighed exasperatedly as they argued over her time-keeping skills…or rather the lack of them.

Closing her eyes as the lukewarm water trickled down from the showerhead Emma sighed. So much had happened in the last week and she really didn't know what to do with these options set in front of her. Letting the water cleanse away her impurities she wiped clean her mind.

Sliding her figure hugging jeans up her thighs she smiled. After seven days of dodging texts, flowers and relationship conversations Matt would surely take the hint. Tonight was for her, she was going to go out on the town with Lewis and drink herself silly; like old times.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Smithy asked quietly as she stood absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair around her index finger as she waited under the station shelter.

"Jus' thinkin' that's all." Emma whispered as she rested her back up against a pillar. "Jus' wondering wha' it would be like if I took any of tha advice I'm given."

Smithy smiled in spite of himself as he heard all of her 'Lewisisms'. "If you took all the advice you were given then you'd probably be a deluded Sunday School teacher with no sense of self-worth, no friends and no sex life. Lighten up Emma!"

Snorting Emma fell against him. "Who says I don't already work the odd Sunday teaching children their true values…and how no matter how hard you try to be perfect the church is always going to find a way to condemn you?" Tilting her face up to his she caught the sparkle in his eye. "Anyway I'm sure I can sort out the sex life problems tonight." She smirked.

"You missy 'ave been spending too much time with our Mr Hardy and as for your wonderfully tangled love life, the less I know about it the better." Smithy replied, ruffling her hair and pushing her away slightly. Lewis stood just inside the glass doors, looking around for her. "Ahh...Loverboy is waiting Emma. Oh and remember…be careful." He smirked, earning himself a slap around the side of the head as Emma bounced over to Lewis.

"We going to the Seven Bells first?" She bubbled, hooking her arm through his and dragging him away from the vicinity of the station as quickly as her legs would carry her.

Hanging over the bar Emma groaned. "Mate…that is the last time I ever drink pints with you!" She burped loudly.

"Awww poor baby is the beer making you sicky?" Lewis mocked as he rubbed his hand across her lower back.

"Mumph." Emma groaned, the pub spinning before her, her empty pint glasses dancing before her eyes. Through the sea of blurriness she could pick out one face though. Will was smiling and laughing, a half-full pint glass titled in his grip as he showed off to the young blonde sitting on the arm of his chair.

"Urgh it's anything on legs with him!" Emma spat in disgust as she watched creep around the girl's waist, settling high on her thigh, his fingers circling the material gently.

"Who? Wha…" Lewis spun round in his seat until he found the focus of her attention. "Emma leave it. You made me promise to keep you away from him tonight. He's no good for you." Lewis persisted, tugging Emma back round to face the bar.

"Yes Dad." She grumbled, resting her chin on her arms, Lewis let out a short laugh as he repeated the motion, reaching out a finger to tap her gently on the end of the nose.

Locking eyes with her he smiled. "I know he's our friend and all…but he treats girls like shit. He'll knock you down and I'll have to pick you back up again. It's the same every time Emz."

"Can you keep a secret?" Emma whispered, wrinkling her nose as she giggled slightly. Lewis leant in, his ear close to her lips. "I kind of like having you pick me up again. I know I can always trust you. I know that you're always there for me." Holding lightly onto his jaw she pressed her lips to his cheek, unaware of their audience.

"So…you're the man that's been kissing my girlfriend then?" Matt spat angrily as he pulled Lewis up from his seat.

"Matt!" Emma screamed, launching herself at him but getting nowhere. "Matt what the hell do you think you're…" She continued, struggling against Will who'd appeared out of nowhere and was hanging on tightly to her waist.

"Mate…I think you got the wrong end of the stick." Will butted in, tugging Lewis out of Matt's fierce grip as the whole pub ground to a halt to watch the unfolding action.

"Oh so it's you that's been kissing my girlfriend then?" Matt flew at Will but Will's reactions were fast enough in the ring and his fists collided with the side of Matt's head before he even knew what he was doing, sending him reeling back a few steps as the other man lay sprawled before him on the floor.

"Will!" Emma cried, trying to push past him on her way to Matt but he barred her way.

Spitting blood out of the side of his mouth Matt wiped his face with his shirtsleeve. "You'll regret that Fletcher." He muttered as he stormed from the pub, screeching away in his car less than five minutes after he'd first arrived sporting an already purpling bruise.

"What did you do that for?" Emma rounded on Will, standing so close to him he could practically feel her anger. "Why rise to it…who looks like the better man now?"

"He went for me Emma. He attacked me. I just got there quicker." Will replied defensively, his hand on the bar behind to support him.

Positively fuming Emma turned away from him only stopping when she reached the exit. "But you're a police officer Will…and that…that right there was assault." She shouted before disappearing out into the cold night.

Moving to go after her Lewis tugged on Will's arm. "Will…just…don't hurt her." He sighed resignedly as Will continued after her, turning and nodding slightly as he realised what Lewis really meant.

"I'll…I'll look after her." He promised before he too slipped into the darkness.

Sitting on the cold concrete steps in front of her house sat Will. He was huddled over, his jacket pulled tight around him, blowing on his hands against the cold. "What are you doing here?" She asked, her words icier than the weather around them.

"I came to apologise. To make it up to you." His soft words warmed her through, and in spite of herself she started to smile.

"You hit Matt." She started to protest.

"And you and I both know that this bloody well has nothing to do with your friggin' ex-boyfriend." Will shouted, his hand barring her from getting in through the door.

"And you're being an asshole…as usual." She frowned as she rammed her shoulder at the door, bursting through it before she slammed it shut in Will's face. As she busied herself with the kettle and kicked her shoes off Emma turned her back on the door, knowing that Will was probably still lingering.

As she finished her cuppa she placed it down on the coffee table, padding across to the bay window to pull the thick purple curtains across, she got no further though as she saw the large Will-sized lump still sitting on the front step. Unlocking the door he turned around, his face lit up by the pale hall light. "You can't sleep there." She sighed resignedly. "You can have the sofa."

Closing and locking the door behind her she fetched a blanket from the hall cupboard. "You don't have to run around after me." He smiled as he took it from her outstretched hands.

"No…you do enough of that yourself." She spat back nastily.

Shaking his head Will sighed, collapsing back onto the sofa as he inspected his bruised knuckles, nursed his broken heart. Upstairs Emma fell into bed, cold even in her blue flannel pyjamas and she shivered. God wouldn't it be good to have someone to snuggle up with?

Several hours later she sighed as she tossed and turned. No matter what she did she couldn't get comfortable, the bed was too big, the room too cold and Will…was downstairs under a very thin blanket. Dropping her legs over the side of the bed she pulled her duvet off, dragging it behind her as she padded down the stairs. Standing over him she smiled as he murmured in his sleep, his arms hugged tight around his chest in an attempt to keep warm.

Covering him with the duvet she perched along the edge of the sofa, trying not to wake him. "Emma?" She heard him whisper softly as he slipped his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier…it was mean." She murmured back, his arms hugging her tightly against the cool draught.

"Yeah…but actions speak louder than words and I did punch your boyfriend." Will smiled into her neck.

"Ex-boyfriend." Emma giggled, turning in his arms. "And you know so damn well that I can't stay mad at you long. You mister, are not playing fair!"

"Well how can I when you're involved I mean I gotta get you one way right?" He grinned dipping his head down to hers.

"You gotta play by the rules if you wanna play the game." She smiled, touching her lips gently to his.

"Baby I could read you the rule book in my sleep." Will breathed as his mouth found hers again, sealing a promise that was much more than a simple kiss.