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"So wise so young, they say never do live long" -Shakespeare


Lindsay stood outside the bar, waiting for the rest of the team to meet up. She folded her arms across her chest and shivered. Tiny flakes of snow gently drifted down to the pavement.

She heard a familiar voice emitting a excited shriek from behind her.

"LINDSAY!!"

She saw Stella come trotting up to her, arms held wide. They hugged and over Stella's shoulder she saw Sid, Mac, Hawkes and Flack walking up to meet her, all beaming happily to her.

"I missed you kiddo!" Stella exclaimed. "How have you been?" she said.

"I'm fine Stell, I missed you too," she replied. "I'm fine, just been figuring stuff out. I thought you guys would be mad."

"Not a chance!" said Flack. She hugged him too.

"Don, how have you been keeping?" she asked, as they broke apart.

"Fine, fine, working hard as usual!"

The whole team exchanged hugs and jokes together. "Guys? I don't mean to interrupt, but it's freakin' freezing out here!" exclaimed Flack, waving his hand towards the door.

They laughed, and followed him inside. A warm blast of air met them just inside the door. They took their seats at a table, and a waitress strode over, to ask them what they wanted to drink.

"Beer for me," said Mac.

"Make that two!" chimed in Flack.

"I'll take some red wine. What about you Stella?" asked Lindsay.

"Water. I wouldn't want to upset my stomach again," she said, smiling weakly.

Hawkes and Sid ordered too, and the waitress stalked off. She returned with a massive tray of drinks, and handed them over.

"So Lindsay. Where were you staying, while you were away?" inquired Hawkes.

"With my parents, in Montana. It was nice to see them again."

"Everyone needs a break, once in a while," stated Sid.

"About that… Mac about my j-"

"Don't worry Lindsay. You still have your job. I kept it open for you," interrupted Mac.

A wave of relief washed over her. "You don't know how much that means to me," she said, beaming at him.

They sat together, drinking and talking, until a slow song started blaring through the speakers, and people from the bar all flooded on to the dance floor, dancing in pairs.

"I love this song," said Stella, smiling.

"Wanna dance?" asked Mac, extending his hand out. "I mean, if your up for it. If you don't feel well-"

"I'd love to!" she said, taking his hand as the pair walked over to the dance floor.

By this stage, Sid and Hawkes were discussing about the importance of biomedical engineering, and completely distracted from what was going on around them. Flack rolled his eyes and pulled a funny face. Lindsay chuckled, as Sid and Hawkes continued their conversation.

"So Linds. Would you like to dance? Or would you rather listen to Sid talk about cardiothoracic surgery and how to replace organs with artificial ones?" hinted Flack, winking at her.

"Dance. Definitely," she responded immediately, standing up quickly. Sid and Hawkes looked around, stopping their conversation. "Sorry guys," said Lindsay, holding her hands up in innocence.

They turned around again, laughing.

Flack lead her on to the dance floor, not far from where Stella and Mac where dancing together.

As Flack and Lindsay swayed to the music, she leaned in closer to his ear to talk to him over the loud music.

"What made you want to dance with me?" she asked.

"You needed some cheering up. Look at Stella, she's having a great time," he said, laughing.

"Well… thank you. You've been a great friend through all this," she said, giving his arm a friendly squeeze.

"I'm here for you Linds. If you don't mind me asking, have you spoken to Danny yet?"

She let a little sigh, which was barely audible over the music. "Yes. He's angry, and hurt. I asked him to come out with us tonight, but he said he was too tired, she recited. She paused again, as Flack patiently stayed quiet, allowing her to finish her story. "I just hope we can fix our relationship. We've both agreed to take things slow, but I don't even know when to start," she finished, looking into his electric blue eyes sadly.

"Things will be fine. Why not ask him to come and see a movie with you, at home or in the cinema. Or even just coffee. It's still a start," stated Flack, dropping his hands from the small of her back as the song ended, and a faster more upbeat song followed. "Come and I'll get you a drink," he offered, and they made their way back to the table.

"Do you guys want anything? It's on me!" tempted Flack, to Sid and Hawkes. They politely declined, saying that they didn't want to have a hangover for the following morning in work.

He went to the bar, and returned with a large glass of wine and a beer for himself.

"There you are," he said, passing the glass to her.

"Thanks Flack, you're the best," she said, taking a sip.

"Don't I already know?" he joked, drinking his own.

Flack saw Mac leading Stella back to the table.

"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the concerned look upon Macs face.

"Stella is feeling really unwell. I'm sorry, but I'll have to take her home," he said, looking round at Stella, who had turned a rather disturbing colour of green.

"That's okay, I hope you feel better Stell," said a concerned Lindsay.

"You can take a few days off Lindsay, until you get settled. Just make sure you stop by the lab and say hello," he said, before bidding them all goodnight. They both left, disappearing into the snowstorm outside.

"I don't mean to ruin the party, but it's nearly midnight, I should get home," said Sid reluctantly , checking his watch, while lifting his coat.

"Okay Sid, see you tomorrow," Lindsay said, waving him a goodbye.

"Night Sid. Safe home," Flack said.

"Sheldon, Lindsay, you guys up for a night cap?" jested Flack, laughing at his own wittiness.

"Sure!" said Lindsay.

"Just one," responded Hawkes, laughing too.

Two hours later

Lindsay and Flack sat by the bar, surrounded by shot glasses. They were the only two people left in the bar, Hawkes had left after the 'nightcap'. Lindsay was sipping on a beer through a straw, completely intoxicated, while Flack, who was only slightly tipsy, saved her from falling off her seat by grabbing her by the arm as she tipped over.

"I should have never let you drink that much, you are gonna be so ill tomorrow," said Flack ruefully, propping her back upright.

"I'm just having a good time," she slurred, finishing the beer. She sighed, and started to sniffle.

"Lindsay? Are you crying?" asked Flack, brushing her hair out of the way of her face, to see tears rolling down her face. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I really miss Danny. He's just not the same anymore."

"Why didn't you say something earlier? Like when we were dancing?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to admit it. He's changed."

Flack nodded as he patted her back sympathetically.

"He's been like that because you've been gone. Now you're back, so he'll be back to normal in no time. He was probably just shocked to see you home so suddenly," he assured her.

" Okay." She rubbed at her eyes, sleep starting to take hold.

"Time for you to get home, I'll flag down a cab to take you to your place," he said, putting his jacket on.

Lindsay responded with a loud wail, and she buried her face in her hands.

"I've got no where to stay, I don't have an apartment anymore," she cried.

He rushed over to her again.

"Hey, don't cry, I'll sort you out," he assured her, pulling out his phone. He called Danny's number, and held the phone to his ear. When he didn't answer he left a message.

"No answer," he said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Where are we gonna go?" she said, hiccupping.

"You can crash at my place tonight. I flag down a cab," he said as they left the bar.


Lindsay lay on Flack's couch as he rummaged through his wardrobe.

"Don, what are you doing?" she asked looking round at him.

"Finding you a shirt and stuff to sleep in. You said your stuff is in your car, and you can't sleep in a dress," he said, emerging from the wardrobe again.

"Here you are," he said, passing them to her. "You go and get changed in the bathroom, it's just down there," he said, gesturing in the right direction. She stood, but began to sway again.

Flack steadied her again. "How much did you drink last night?"

Suddenly, out of the blue, Lindsay leaned in and tried to kiss him. Flack pulled away, just as her lips were about to make contact with his.

"Whoa Linds, stop right there," he scolded, staring at her in disbelief. "I understand you might be feeling lonely, but I'm here for you as a friend."

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

"Danny loves you, and you love him. Just give it a little time Linds. Okay?" he said, lifting her chin up with his index finger so he could look at her.

"Okay." She stood again and lifted the clothes, and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She emerged from the bathroom dressed in the clothes Flack had loaned her some five minutes later.

"You can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch," he said, throwing some pillows and blankets onto the couch.

"You're so nice Don. I'm glad I have you," she said, climbing into the bed and pulling the blankets up around her.

"Night Linds," he said quietly.

"Night night," she mumbled, before her breathing evened and she fell into a deep sleep.