A/N: Well, I can do nothing but apologise for not updating this for so, so long and I know it's not a feasible excuse but school was just too full on to think let along update my stories, but I apologise nonetheless. This part does not coincide with the show simple because I have not watched the show in a number of weeks so I have no idea what's going on with Stevie/Smithy, so this is purely my imagination going on overkill. Still, hope it's okay, sorry again and enjoy if you can.
Morning arrived and Stevie awoke to a soft, lulling sound and a gentle glow. The glow was in fact the sun travelling in behind Smithy's curtains and the lulling sound, Stevie discovered, was not actually all that lulling. It turned out to be Smithy's version of 'The Bohemian Rhapsody' whilst brushing his teeth. Unable to hide a giggle, Stevie alerted Smithy to the fact she was now awake.
"Morning," came a garbled, toothpaste filled message as Smithy attempted to smile at Stevie. Instead, he successfully managed to dribble toothpaste down his shirt, which of course made Stevie laugh all the more. "Think it's funny, do you?"
"Yeah, I do actually." Stevie winked at Smithy and armed herself with a pillow and Smithy's phone. She knew what this meant: war. Roaring his death scream, Smithy leapt onto his bed launching Stevie off the other side. Stevie was relatively unscathed (ignoring the scars from the previous day) but she sheepishly held up a decapitated phone. Struggling to hide her laughter, she sheepishly handed the broken item to Smithy, who just rolled his eyes.
"You're a pain, d'you know that?"
"Yeah, but worth it." That oh so seductive wink was sent in Smithy's direction yet again and he, of course, forgave her. Making her way towards the bathroom, Stevie paused as she came to the door frame. "But it was your fault, really."
Stevie quickly shut and locked the door as she saw Smithy dive towards the bathroom, a playful glint in his eye. Laughing against the door, Stevie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror for the first time since the attack and it stopped her breath short. Her neck was a mix of deep purple and vibrant blue, her hair was stained a dull red and as she lifted Smithy's shirt above her head, she saw the marks the man had left on her leg. Quickly turning away from the mirror, Stevie put those thoughts to the back of her mind and showered.
As she got out, she noticed her jeans and her jacket from yesterday had been placed on Smithy's bed, with a variety of Smithy's shirts beside them. Picking the least masculine of the lot (which wasn't hard, Stevie chuckled) she found herself feeling far too comfortable in Smithy's clothing. Descending the stairs, she found a bacon sandwich laid out on the table, with a cocktail stick sticking out the top and a post-it note attached.
"Don't be expecting this kind of treatment all the time, Moss." Stevie jumped, believing Smithy to have already left for work. She laughed softly, shaking her head and taking a seat at his table.
"Thanks." It didn't need saying because Smithy already knew, but Stevie - ever the lady - felt obliged to voice her gratitude.
"Pleasure." Smithy grinned that infamous grin and clapped his hands as his brain began functioning for the rest of the day. "Right - I'm off to work, you stay here and rest and take it easy, alright?"
"Yes, sarge." Her sarcasm was returning, masking everything she didn't want the world (and Smithy) to see. He merely raised a eyebrow, saluted her as he left, grabbed his car keys and went.