Thanks to all the lovely reveiwers! This is for everone who is doing/has done/ is just about to do exams! I've just finished my ASs! Woooo! Love you all, have some Twiglets on me. But dont get violent.. By the way, Hoth is a planet in Empire Strikes Back and it's basically an Arctic world, if you've never seen it. (shame on you if you haven't... :) just kidding)


"Well what I don't understand is why women are expected to take men's names when they get married!" Twist was saying.

"That's an unusually feminist stance you're taking there, Twist" said Daisy.

"Well, I'd hate to end up with an ugly second name."

"Ah." replied Daisy and raised her eyebrows at Brian in an 'I take it back.' kind of way.

"Well I reckon I'm going to be Marsha Watt." said Marsha, smiling at Mike.

"It's better than Marsha 'Who'" joked Robin, who had just walked back to the table.

Tim, who stood glaring at his back, was furious when everyone laughed at the piss poor joke.

"Doctor Who would think it was a good surname." mumbled Tim moodily.

"Yes, well Doctor Who isn't real Tim." replied Robin in a voice that most people reserve for talking to five year olds.

Tim turned towards the bar and mumbled under his breath "Well if he was he wouldn't let you in the TARDIS, prick." Tim headed around the corner out of the view of the main table.

Mike looked at Robin's smug face and Tim's defeated retreat from the table and he instantly felt his protective hackles rise.

"Just going to talk to Tim, Marsha…" he said and got up. As he passed Robin, and if the latter had been listening properly, he would've heard a low growl emitting from the TA man. As it was Robin just assumed Mike was baring his teeth in a smile.

Mike walked to his friend who was no perched on a bar stool designed for a slightly taller man, looking like he was going to cry. And of course, Mike had to ask the only question that really doesn't help in that situation but all English people have to say when someone is clearly upset:

"You alright, mate?"

"Yeah… I…" Tim could actually feel tears welling in his eyes.

"What?" asked Mike, moving over to put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I… I… I lost the bloody pool game!" Tim was infinitely grateful that no-one at the table could see him throw his arms round Mike's neck.

"What is it? I mean, what is it really?" asked Mike.

"Robin… he said... he said…" Tim began.

"Now come on, tell me what he said." Mike sounded alarmingly like a primary school teacher who had come across a sobbing child.

"He said that he was going to ask D-Daisy to.. m-marry him!" Tim wailed into Mike's shoulder.

"Aww… look whatever he's done to you, we can fix, OK? I'll always be with you… You know that, yeah?" Mike said to his friend.

As fate would have it, Tim and Mike's touching discussion took place just as the barkeeper, who earlier that day had told Mike and Tim to 'tone down the gay stuff' walked by. He raised his eyebrows at Mike but said nothing.

"Come on, we better go back to the table, Marsha'll be trying to pick us out some tuxedos." said Mike.

"Huh?" asked Tim wiping his eyes.

"You know for the wedding.." said Mike. Then as he watched his best friend's bottom lip begin to tremble, "MY wedding" he clarified.

Clamping an arm round Tim's shoulder for support, Mike steered him back towards the table.

"I could do the flowers." Brian was saying. Everyone looked at him in astonishment.

"Really?" asked Twist.

"Well yes. I was thinking maybe I could make them out of Perspex and then backlight them…"

"Have you chosen a church yet Marsha?" asked Daisy quickly steering the subject away from plastic flowers and 'backlighting' whatever the hell that meant.

"Well I don't think me and Mike are suited to a church… are we love?" called Marsha to Mike he was setting Tim down in a seat next to Brian, across from Robin and Daisy (who were holding each other's hands in a way that made Tim want to stab Robin's eyes in with cocktail sticks.)

"Are we what?" asked Mike, sitting down in the spare seat between Tim and Marsh.

"I was just saying, a church wedding isn't quite us."

"Nah, besides, I'm not allowed in quite a few Church of England Churches." said Mike "Got banned after that incident. You remember Tim, when I tried to use the pulpit as a sniper's box that time we visited Saint Antohny's on our ghost hunt? And I thought that vicar was an undercover spy? But he was actually just a vicar?"

Tim wasn't really listening. He was imagining slicing all the skin off Robin's head then throwing a jar of salt on him…

"Can the Church actually ban you?" asked Daisy.

"Well no. But they gave me a real talking to and I had to pay for 300 new candles and damages to the bell ropes… still it was a fun weekend." He smiled at the memory.

"I think we'll think on it more in the morning. I'm knackered." said Marsha, with a yawn.

"Yes I better get back and finish that still life I was painting…" said Brian, getting up with Marsha and Mike.

"I'd love to come and see that Brian!" said Twist, flicking her hair.

"Bye then." said Tim. His voice could've caused a chill on Hoth.

Mike squeezed Tim's shoulder. "Come on mate…"

"I want to talk to Daisy." Tim hissed through his teeth.

Mike nodded, took Marsha's hand and left with Twist and Brian in tow. Robin smiled at Tim.

"Not still mad about or pool game then?" asked Robin.

Tim narrowed his eyes at him. "Daisy… can I talk to you?" he asked her.

Daisy was a little confused.

"We can talk at home Tim…" she replied.

"Oh yeah, course you can if you weren't moving in with lover-boy there!" Tim's temper, fuelled with the alcohol that was pumping through his blood stream had bubbled over.

"Tim, didn't you get my mess-" Daisy began, only to be cut off by Robin.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my girlfriend like that?"

"She doesn't belong to you!" said Tim indignantly.

"Well she was never yours..." said Robin, with a curl of his lip.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Daisy said, looking from Tim to Robin. Robin looked smug and Tim looked furious. She wasn't sure which expression bothered her more… her smug boyfriend other angry friend, both were pretty annoying.

"You know what, I'm going to leave." said Tim, standing up and scraping his chair back.

"I think it's best you do that Tim, you're embarrassing yourself." said Robin, coolly.

"No I'm not!" Tim turned angrily on his heal and then bashed into the table, knocking his half filled pint glass all over his trousers.

Robin stifled a laugh and Daisy through him a look of utter contempt.

"Tim I-" she began again.

"God, I don't want to hear it! If you want to hang around with this wanker, fine! Just don't expect me to watch you!"

Tim began making for the door.

"Bye Tim!" called out Robin, his voice incredibly fake.

"Oh… go kiss a bear!" yelled Tim.

Daisy watched him leave. She hoped he wasn't too mad at her. She couldn't stand it if this was 'it' for her and Tim.

Robin cracked his knuckles.

"Another drink?" he asked.

She resisted the urge to punch him. Just.


Tim flopped down on the sofa. He balled his fists and pressed his face again them.

Colin began barking at the answering machine and Tim turned his head to see the little orange light flashing away.

With some trepidation, he reached over and pressed the button.

BEEP! 'You have One new message, left today at 19:58 PM' said the computer woman, whom Tim always thought sounded a little like Lara Croft. Suddenly, Daisy's voice filled the room.

Click'Hi.. Tim Look… OK, uh, I'm sorry about earlier. I guess I was just, pissed off a bit, you know cos you were being you and I dunno.. I thought maybe… well it doesn't matter now. Anyway, I didn't mean what I said.. I hope you can, you know forgive me! Love you. Oh it's Daisy by the way.' Click.

"Shit" said Tim to the empty room.


Well?