This chapter slightly breaks the rule about not using real people - no-one real actually appears, but they are mentioned. I really hope I won't get into any trouble and have my whole story deleted, but I could always change the names to something imaginary if anyone does think I've broken the rule. The actual Grease script mentions celebrities at this point and I've chosen my celebrities for a particular reason which I'm sure you'll understand, but I don't want to break rules. Just bend them a little.

Bonnie Sveen Fan, thank you for your review. I'm glad you liked 'Dr Knightmare' - I'm a bit surprised no-one's thought of that before! Maybe they have. You will find out who Louise has a crush on in later chapters. They're an unusual couple, but everyone gets paired up in Grease.

Tanith Panic, Rita's boyfriend is mentioned in this chapter too and there are loopholes, so I hope you won't get too annoyed! I think Lily's 'well done' was very reluctant and rather insincere (it was difficult to describe it, particularly from Alicia's charitable point of view), but she said the right thing. Thank you for your review.

westlife4ever80, thank you for your reviews. I'm glad you like Honey's ambition - whether it will work out remains to be seen, but ambition is good! Unless you're Macbeth, I suppose. I feel for Sebastian as I think he has real problems controlling and understanding his emotions and impulses, but he really has taken things much too far. I can only hope someone will step in and help him to understand what he's done. Cal (in this story) is certainly not on his best behaviour! He needs sorting out too.

"So, how's your last-ever day at the shop?" asked Cal. It was lunchtime and several of the medical staff were out enjoying the autumn sunshine.

"Actually quite sad," said Honey. "I've cried at least twice."

Ethan nearly cried too when she said that. He was going to miss her so much. It was understandable (just about) if a doctor needed ten cups of tea in one day (though he pretended some were for a colleague or a patient so he didn't look too strange), but a man would never go to a beauty salon ten times in one day. Ethan doubted he'd be brave enough to go ten times in one year.

"But I can't wait to get started with my new beauty salon," said Honey, with an obvious effort to be cheerful. "I haven't found a venue yet. My dad sold all his action figures except one, but he only gave me half what I need. So I'm looking for somewhere small and cheap." She sighed.

"Sounds perfect for you," said Louise.

Ethan's chest swelled with indignation as he tried to find the courage to tell Louise not to speak to Honey like that, but Cal got in first. He always did.

"Louise, stop talking about yourself again. It's getting annoying."

"Well, who do you want me to talk about?" said Louise. "You? I'm sure there's a lot I could find to say about you, Caleb Knight, and none of it's complimentary."

Honey was still looking hurt, but then she noticed what Iain was doing and was immediately distracted. "Iain, stop licking my magazine! There's a really hot picture of George Rainsford in there. If you ruin it, you'd better go out and buy me a new copy."

Ethan wanted to tell Honey he'd buy her ten new copies if she wanted them. He felt as though he could do anything for her - but only if he dared.

Iain grinned. "I'm just salivating over Chelsee Healey's jugs."

Cal immediately went over and had a look at the picture. He seemed very impressed.

Honey stood up and struck a pose, sticking her chest right out. "You know, lots of people think I look just like Chelsee Healey."

Ethan turned away and told himself he wasn't going to look. It wouldn't be appropriate.

Iain and Cal looked at the magazine, then at Honey, then at the magazine.

"No way!" said Cal.

"You haven't got a set like hers," said Iain.

"She had a boob job, you know!" said Honey angrily. She thought her chest was just as big as Chelsee Healey's. Just because Honey couldn't be spilling out of her top at work, it didn't mean there was anything wrong with her breasts.

Was there?

The truth was she'd never caught Ethan looking at them. She'd probably caught every other guy looking, apart from the gay ones, but never Ethan.

Sometimes Honey loved it because it showed what a gentleman he was, but maybe it meant he just didn't like her in that way.

Rita came out of the ED at that moment, wearing an army jacket that looked a couple of sizes too small for her. "What do you think? How would I look as a private in the army?"

Cal bounded over for a closer look. A much closer look. "Well, I wouldn't mind looking at you in private."

Rita pushed him away. "You wish, Cal. It belongs to my boyfriend, Freddy. He's in the army and he just wrote to me and sent me this genuine army jacket!"

Lofty looked at Rita in sudden concern. He didn't want to be all suspicious and it would make perfect sense to him if a guy from the army or anyone else fell genuinely in love with Rita, but there were a couple of things that didn't make sense.

Louise had clearly had some of the same ideas, though she was far less reticent. "Rita, no offence, babe, are you sure he's in the army?"

Rita glared at her. "Of course he's in the army! Where else would he get this?"

Lofty spoke apologetically. "Well… I know it's none of my business, Rita, but I wouldn't expect them to have spare uniforms around. Particularly not in… well, a child's size."

"It's not a child's size!" said Rita, wrapping it around herself. "It's for a petite soldier. That's all."

Lofty had to admit he wasn't an expert on women's clothing, but he was still worried. "Okay. I'm sorry. It's really not my business. But please be carefull, Rita."

"When am I supposed to be careful?" said Rita. "I haven't seen him since he joined up."

"Well, no, but…" Lofty stopped. It really wasn't his business and his suspicions could be completely unfounded. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry."

"It is kind of unusual for a guy to buy clothes for his girlfriend," said Robyn. "You know, unless it's… naughty clothes."

Rita looked annoyed. "I think it's lovely that he's happy to buy women's clothes. It shows how comfortable he is with his masculinity." She looked pointedly at Lofty. "Unless you really believe masculinity is measured by how much of your body you're prepared to show off in public."

Lofty went red.

Robyn looked at Lofty in confusion, but Cal, Iain, Jez and Jack had all started chanting: "Rump, rump, rump, rump, rump!"

Lofty laughed, slightly embarrassed they were saying that in front of Robyn, but he didn't really mind.

"How come you never get mad at them?" asked Robyn, clearly slightly mad on Lofty's behalf.

"Why should I?" asked Lofty gently. "They're not doing anything wrong."

"But they keep calling you 'Rump'," said Robyn, looking quite upset now. "Why would they call you that? What's wrong with 'Lofty'?"

"It's just a nickname," said Lofty. He had to admit it wasn't his favourite nickname, but there was no harm in it. To reassure Robyn, he added: "It's sort of like a title."

"What do you mean?" asked Robyn.

Lofty looked a bit embarrassed. "I'm… well… I'm the King of the Mooners."

Robyn's eyes went impossibly wide. "The what?"

"I'm the Mooning Champ of Holby ED," said Lofty, hoping she wouldn't be too disgusted. Robyn was one of his best mates and he told her almost everything, but this was a line he hadn't crossed with her before.

How Rita knew about it, he had no idea, but Rita did seem able to read your mind sometimes. She was nearly as bad - or good - as Charlie.

"You mean…" Robyn gasped. She lowered her voice. "You mean… showing people your bum? In public?"

Lofty nodded uncomfortably. "Not in a sexual way or anything. Just for a laugh. I'd only ever show, you know, the back. Nothing else. I just pull the back of my trousers down. And... you know. My, er, boxers."

"Oh, I suppose it's not proper, full-on flashing then," said Robyn. She still looked quite shocked, but there was a gleam in her eye that told Lofty that maybe he hadn't made a mistake in telling her.

"No, not at all!" Lofty assured her. He paused, then added: "I actually mooned Mrs Beauchamp once."

"No!" gasped Robyn, but she was smiling delightedly. "What happened?"

"We were in Ethan's car – he wasn't there, but Cal took his car because we don't all fit into his two-seater. Max was in the front; I was in the back with Jez and Jack. We were all quite drunk – I don't really do things like that when I'm sober. But we saw her walking along with Jacob and… oh, Grace wasn't there: we'd obviously never do something like that to a kid."

Robyn shook her head. "I think Grace would enjoy it far too much!"

"I think she prefers Cal to me, but you might have a point," admitted Lofty, with a smile. "Anyway, I, um, stuck my, um, rump out of the window and Jack kind of screamed to get her attention. Then Cal drove past with me... hanging out of the window."

"Oh, that sounds amazing!" said Robyn. "I wish I could have seen it."

Lofty stared at her. Did she really just say…

"Oh! Oh my God! I mean, I wish I could have seen Mrs Beauchamp's face!" said Robyn, blushing bright red.

But there was something about the look in her eyes that made Lofty wonder if that really was all she meant.

"I wish you could have seen it too," he said, smiling.

"Really?" said Robyn.

"Yeah." Lofty took a deep breath. "Because… that's actually not the only kind of mooning I've been doing."

"What other kind is there?" asked Robyn.

"The kind of mooning where you think about a girl and it's hard to think of anyone else," said Lofty. "A girl who fills your thoughts and your dreams. A girl you can't help looking at because she's so beautiful, inside and out, and all you want is to be able to tell her that."

Robyn's eyes filled with sadness. She turned away. "So, who is the lucky girl?"

"Don't you know?" said Lofty.

Robyn shrugged. "Is it Zoe? Rita? Honey? Alicia? Louise? Lily? We're not exactly short of gorgeous women around here, Lofty."

"It's none of those," said Lofty softly. "And it's not Mrs Beauchamp, Dixie, Elle, Duffy, Tess or Tamzin either."

"Who is it then?" said Robyn. "Is it someone who's left the ED?"

"No," said Lofty. "She still works here and I really hope she stays for a long time. Oh, and she's sitting right in front of me."

Robyn looked confused. She looked behind her. She looked all around her.

Then she looked back at Lofty. "You mean… me?"

"I mean you," said Lofty.

"Oh, Lofty!"

Lofty started to feel worried. Were those tears in Robyn's eyes? "Robyn, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No! No, I'm glad you did," said Robyn.

"Really?" said Lofty.

"I… I really like you too," whispered Robyn.

Lofty stared at her in amazement, then he leaned forward and kissed her. There were whoops and various rude comments from the others, but they didn't matter. No-one mattered but Robyn.

They finally resurfaced and Lofty was sure the smile of sheer happiness on Robyn's face was mirrored on his. "Robyn, do you have a date for the awards dinner?"

"No," said Robyn. "No-one's asked me."

"Then they're all crazy, but I can only be relieved," said Lofty. He took Robyn's hand. "Robyn, would you like to go to the awards dinner with me?"

"I would love to," replied Robyn.

"I would love you to too," said Lofty.