I haven't done a what if in a while so I decided to do one now. This one is what if Lucy turned up to the ballroom dancing at the end of dancing in series 4. Enjoy :) P.s sorry it's short. x

Groaning on the floor, Lee kept his eyes shut as he felt the eyes of everyone around him on his form. It was bad enough that he had to take Wendy dancing in the first place but then being punched twice by the man you were doing it for was just taking the piss.

What he wasn't expecting whilst he lay down on the floor, his face throbbing slightly was to feel someone grab hold of his hands and begin to lift him up. He had no ideo who it was but now he just wanted to fall back down and stay there for a while.

"Come on you," well that answered his question about who it was.

"Lucy? What are you doing here?" He questioned as he begun to slowly open his eyes to face the woman standing in front of him a black dress and heels on.

"Dad said he was coming so I decided to tag along," she answered as she pulled him away from the dance floor and to a table. placing hands on his shoulder she put him to sit down as she brought a chair up in front of him.

"I didn't expect him to punch you. Sorry," Lucy explained as she turned his face slightly and ran her finger over where a bruise was already forming on his face.

"Not your fault," he informed her as he winced, "anyway they seem like they're back to normal," explained Lee with a nod towards the dance floor where Geoffrey was dancing with Wendy.

"Thanks," Lucy smiled as she turned her attention to her parents and to the other people twirling around the wooden floor.

Watching her expression Lee smiled as he stood up and took her hand, "care to dance?"

Slightly startled Lucy smiled up at him as she placed her hand in his; not using any words to accept his invitation. Guiding her to the middle of the dance floor Lee placed one hand on her waist as hers went to his spare hand and his shoulder. They were much closer than what they were earlier. Stepping forward Lee begun to guide them as they moved over the dance floor.

"You've gotten good," Lucy complimented as Lee blushed slightly.

"I had a good teacher."

Unaware to the dancing duo Geoffrey and Wendy had retired to sit on the side lines their eyes widening as they caught sight of their daughter and Lee dancing.

"Don't," Wendy commanded as she caught hold of Geoffrey's hand, "you've already punched him twice."

"He dare try anything," Geoffrey warned as Wendy rolled her eyes, averting her gaze back to her laughing daughter and a beaming Lee.

"So what if he does?" Wendy questioned as Geoffrey glared at the pair. One hand out-of-place and he was going to knock that northerners lights out.

"He's not good enough for her," Geoffrey answered as his eyes narrowed. Lee's hand had moved slightly lower.

"He makes her happy. Look," Wendy informed her husband as his gaze reluctantly turned to his daughters face who he had to admit was glowing slightly. Turning back to his wife his gaze softened slightly as he admitted defeat.

"If he does anything to upset her..."

"I'll be right behind you with a baseball bat," Wendy answered immediately as she grasped Geoffrey's hand, her eyes turning back to Lucy and Lee.

"Oh come on you know I didn't mean it," she sighed as Lee humphed childishly, his face turning away from her slightly. Rolling her eyes her hand on his shoulder went up to his cheek to direct his head back to face her, "I'm sorry," and she had to laugh at the grin that broke out on to his face.

"Forgiven," he replied.

"Thanks again for today," she added in a whisper as she stood quickly on to her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"No problem," he gulped as their eyes locked, their feet automatically guiding them without any thought.

Smiling up at him shyly in encouragement Lee's head dipped down as hers rose to meet his. Their legs came to a stand still as their lips connected and one of her hands going around his neck the other staying in its place on his cheek.

Breaking apart they smiled shyly at each other as Lee gave her another quick kiss before his legs started working again. His hand took hold of the one at his cheek as he entwined his with hers, them coming to rest on his chest. Smiling down he pulled her closer with the arm around her waist as her head went to rest on his chest.

"You're dad has come to punch me yet," he whispered in her ear as his head rested on top of hers.

"Even if he did I wouldn't let him," was her reply as she squeezed his hand.