A/N Sorry I haven't updated for ages, I've been working on other things. Anyway, here it is, Mark and Mia! Thanks for all the reviews, keep 'em coming!

Mark and Mia

"Mia…Mia…" Mark cried, pushing her gently. He had been trying to coax her awake for about ten minutes, but she was completely out of it. In the end he dug his hands underneath her, and rolled her forcefully off the couch.

She jumped up with an indignant start. Her pale face was makeup less, and her black hair crumpled and sticking out all over the place. But after the wedding the previous day she couldn't struggle home, and found herself crashing on Mark's sofa instead.

"Mark!" She screamed angrily.

He laughed as she stared in shock in the mirror. "Oh, how much did I have to drink last night?" She asked with a groan, gripping her forehead.

"Too much," He laughed, passing her a hairbrush.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" He asked, as he tidied the cushions on the sofa.

"My mind's a blank, I remember the first dance, and someone putting a bottle of champagne in my hand, and then…" She threw her arms in the air to show nothing.

He struggled to keep a straight face. "After consuming the bottle you got up on the table and tried to a pole dance."

"Oh I didn't, did I?" She asked, horrified.

"Harry had to help me get you home."

Now her face really fell. "He didn't did he? I wasn't sick on him or anything?" She asked, quickly.

He shook his head. "Nah, nothing like that. You up for driving home?"

She shook her head, and grasped her forehead. "No."

"Okay, well you might as well stay here for a bit then, I'm not going in work today either, and I doubt Harry is expecting you."

Mia shook her head, with a laugh. "Can't believe I made such a fool of myself."

"Well, you were very, very drunk."

"Don't try and excuse me." She said. "No, I'm going to go in."

"What?!" He demanded.

She got up, and grabbed her make up from her bag. And standing in front of the mirror, she tried to reduce the size of the bags under her eyes. "Don't suppose you get me an alka-seltzer?" She asked.

"Mia, you can't go to work, not like this. Half your office will be off anyway!" He insisted.

She ignored him, as she applied some blusher to try and take the attention off her eyes. "Can you give me a lift?"

"I'd like to, but I'm still feeling a bit tipsy." He replied. "Just stay here, eh? Ring Harry I'm sure he'll understand." He said, passing her the phone.

She took it off him reluctantly.

"Harry? Mia here, I won't be in today…sorry. Family crisis." She added, before putting the phone down.

"What did he say?"

"Oh he wasn't there, I just left a message."

"I bet he's off as well, though he did say something last night about spending some quality time with Karen."

"Really?" She asked, teeth clenched.

"Well, I'm just going to pop out for an hour." He said, going to get his coat.

She jumped up awkwardly. "Where are you going?"

"Well, I was going to go and see Juliet…and Peter. Why?"

"Look, I've just phoned in work to have the day off, 'cause you told me too. I'm not sitting in on my own."

Mark sighed and sat back down. "I suppose we'll just have to spend the day together then."

Mia nodded, stubbornly. "Yeah I suppose we will."

A few moments of silence followed.

"Tell you what, I'll come to Juliet and Peter's with you." Mia said, standing up and grabbing her coat.

Mia and Mark were warmly welcomed into Peter's flat. Peter was still wearing his pyjamas, and Juliet hastily threw on a dressing gown over her silk nightie.

"It was a beautiful ceremony, not quite as lovely as ours, but it was nice." Juliet said.

"You got awfully drunk last night, Mia." Peter reminded her.

She nodded. "I know…"

And so the conversation continued, about nothing in particular.

Juliet and Peter sat together on the sofa, and every so often one would reach in and kiss the other. Mark tried to ignore it, but he found himself looking away. Mia noticed and smiled inwardly. Mark was getting really embarrassed, and when Juliet and Peter finally broke apart.

Mia turned to Mark, grabbed his face and pulled his lips on to hers. Mark was as surprised as Juliet and Peter, but he played along well. Running his fingers through her short hair, as their lips locked.

"So, anyone for more tea?" Juliet asked, as they finally parted.

Mia shook her head. "No thanks, we better be going, Mark?"

Mark nodded, unable to speak.

"Peter, why don't you show them out, whilst I go and get dressed?" Juliet said. "Thanks for stopping by, Mark, Mia." She said, as she got up and walked into the kitchen with the empty cups.

Peter shut the door behind them as they left.

As they walked up the street Mia turned to Mark, awkwardly. "Sorry about that, but they were getting on my nerves, the perfect couple." She told him.

He laughed. "Well, you certainly shocked them, but not as much as you shocked me."

"It was good though, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you're not bad."

She smiled. "You've got to let her go."

"What are you talking about?"

"Juliet, you've got to let her go. She's married now, Mark, she chose Peter, and that's that."

"People make mistakes, loads of couples get divorced."

Mia shook her head. "And lot's stay together. They've got about as much chance of getting divorced as Harry and Karen."