Just can' t seem to stop writing oon this one....so hows this for a quick update.....do you love me????

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Lightman and Reynolds

Cal was stretched out on his couch in the office, hands over his eyes – (damn bloody migraines) when Reynolds burst in…

"Oh, so you got a headache Lightman? A bad one is it? Well I hope so man coz that's gotta be lifes way of paying you back for BEING such a headache to everyone that's tried to stick with you these last few months"

Cal just groaned and covered his head with both hands.

"DAMN your stupid, dumbass, British stubbornness Lightman, because somewhere, at the bottom of this mess, I KNOW that is gonna be the cause .. Shit Lightman are you even listening to me?"

He had partially turned away during the last part of his 'you are gonna hear the truth' speech, as he turned back to see what effect it had had on Lightman –BANG - he was on the floor before he could breath in to start on another sentence.

Staring up, Ben saw Cal above him his hands still in tight fists, his eyes burning. Through clenched teeth and snarling lips he heard:

"Get up you bastard – GET UP"

Training and anger took over as he swept his leg up hitting Cal right at the back of his knees – hard.

As Lightman came down Reynolds shot up "Damn you Lightman get a grip!"

Much, much faster than he anticipated Cal was not only bolting up but had managed to get massive forward motion in as well, Reynolds felt his breath ( and nearly his breakfast) leave his body in one shot as Cals head hit him full force in the stomach. Unable to stop his momentum both Ben and Cal ended up in a heap of struggling arms and legs on the couch.

After taking another crack on the jaw Reynolds managed to get a foot up and under his attackers body, using both hands and the full force of his muscled leg he launched the smaller, but incredibly wiry man up into the air.

He landed crashing on his back into a chair on the opposite side of the room.

To Reynolds horror Cal was back on his feet and lunging forward in under a second, before he knew it they were both at each others throats in the middle of the room…

"Hey..HEY.. pack it up you two" They both heard the voice, they both ignored it.

"I said QUIT" this time the voice was followed by a substantial amount of freezing cold water hitting them both in the face.

The sheer shock of it broke them apart.

They stood there, a few feet apart both gasping for breath and dripping with water.

Loker stood in the doorway – a sheepish but slightly fearful look on his face and a large bucket hanging from his hand.

Reynolds wiped his face trying to take in exactly what had just happened.

Cal looked at Loker..looked at Reynolds..looked at the mess the office was now in, finally down at his hands that were bruised and bloodied.

He started laughing.

Staggering backwards and landing in a chair, still laughing he managed

"Shit Loker..A bucket of cold water? Is that the bloody best you could come up with?"

Loker grinned and shrugged his shoulders "It worked didn't it!"

Reynolds looked at one – then the other and just shook his head.

"Christ my bloody head hurts" Cal moaned.