A/N: It's been so long since I updated this story and I'm so so sorry! I would like to give you an excuse, but it wouldn't be true. All that happened is that I watched the Avengers and started writing for that, and then dicovered a load of cool Youtube vloggers, and TOTALLY NEGLECTED THIS STORY! I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: What d'you think? No, I don't own it. I wish you'd stop reminding me.

Noel sat in a deck chair outside the studio, soaking up the evening sunshine. It was eight pm, and he was making the most of the fact that the scene currently being filmed involved only Naboo and Dennis. The sun was starting to set, but right now it was sitting in a gap between the studio building and the one next door. He had his eyes closed and his mind open, thinking about the scenes they still had to finish. Slowly, however, his thoughts began to drift into dreams as he fell asleep. He was startled back into the present a few minutes later, as Julian walked out, having removed his makeup for the part of Dennis, and said:

"Hey." Noel jumped, but quickly regained his composure.

"Alright?" he replied. "How'd it go?"

"It was alright. Took us a few attempts cause Mike kept messing the words up, but we got there in the end."

"Ah, good." Noel stretched, sat up a little straighter, and said: "So what's next?"

"Nothing, not today at least. We just have to pack up."

"What, now?" Noel closed his eyes again.

"Well... I don't suppose another five minutes would hurt." Noel opened his eyes and squinted against the light to look at Julian. He winked. Julian put up another deck chair next to Noel's, and sat down. He reached out his hand until their fingers touched on the arm of the chair. Again Noel smiled, and held Julian's hand tightly.

"You know what, Ju? This is the best bit of it all. Just... This."

"What do you mean?"

"Just working with everyone again, and being able to relax with you, and just be here. It's the best feeling I've felt." Julian looked on his partner affectionately, wondering what went on in that beautiful mind. Thinking of the colours and the threads of thought that must get tangled up sometimes. Maybe that was where he got all of his weird ideas from. Maybe that was what made him who he was; this strangely wonderful person with a passion for everything. Clearly, Julian knew nothing and no one was perfect, and never could be. But Noel was close enough that it didn't matter. His imperfections were few, and they were easy to accept, overlook, and come to love as a part of him. And even on a night like this, in the evening air with the distant city sounds around them, when they were quiet, the memories were all there. They remembered what it was like when they were younger, when they had no experience in the world. When they experimented, improvised, and pretended that they actually knew what they were doing. They still weren't entirely sure what they were doing, but they were more experienced now, and more confident. They knew how important the Boosh was to people. And they knew how important it was to themselves.

The next day seemed to come much faster than they had anticipated, and as Noel blearily switched off the seven am alarm, he groaned. His head was full of the disappearing threads of dreams, colours clustered in the nooks at the back of his mind he never went into anymore. They were too strange even for him. He shook his head, woke Julian, and got out of bed. He took first shower, as usual, and dressed in fairly ordinary clothes: Black skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt, and his silver boots. He'd be in costume for most of the day anyway, as they were filming episode two. It was going to be an eventful day; there was no doubt about that. He sat on the bed and listened to the sound of water spraying in the shower and Julian's voice, just audible beneath it. Noel smiled. Everyone's voice sounded good in the shower; bathroom acoustics were good like that. But Julian's sounded good anyway, which surprised a few people. It had never surprised Noel. Julian was a man of many talents, and why should singing be any different? He heard the water stop and left the bedroom, in case Julian wanted to change in there. He went downstairs for some breakfast, deciding that toast would be a good idea. He shoved two slices of bread in the toaster and stared vacantly out of the window as it browned. He didn't realise how long he had been there until Julian wandered up behind him. He put his hands on Noel's shoulders and said:

"Your toast's burnt." Noel jumped and exclaimed:

"Oh, shit!" He pressed the stop button, and two pieces of smouldering black carbon leapt into the air. He caught them, grimaced, and put them in the bin without a second thought.

"Think I'll make some more." He said.

"Good idea." Noel busied himself with the bread, and put it into the toaster again. When he had done that, Julian asked: "So, did you sleep well?"

"Mm. Not bad. I had weird dreams, but it was okay. You?"

"Yeah, pretty good. What sort of dreams did you have?"

"I don't remember anything, really. It was confusing." The toast began to smell of toast, and Noel ejected it quickly. He spread butter on both slices, offered Julian various other toppings, all of which were refused, and they sat down to eat. They were due for a nine am start, so they left the house when they had finished, because everyone knew that a nine am start meant 'be there by quarter to'. Paul was a stickler for punctuality. Anyway, Noel hadn't actually learnt the few lines he had yet, so if he didn't get there to do so, he'd be due a bollocking.

They arrived in the studio at twenty to eight, and were greeted by Spencer Millman. They told him everything that was going on today, and he accepted everything with a vigorous nod. Then he said:

"Hang on a minute. Paul told me you two were, um…" He waved a finger at them, then swayed awkwardly. Julian got the picture.

"Yeah, we're together. We haven't let it into the show. Some people wouldn't like it."

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. Great. Happy for you." Spencer murmured as he wandered off. Noel sniggered at his reaction, and they headed towards the costumes. But Noel's phone suddenly rang shrilly. He picked it up quickly.

"Hello? Oh, alright mate? Yeah, that's good… Yeah, I'm good. Do you know anything about the cameo? Really? That's great… You're okay with the role though, right? Great, fantastic… Yeah, we're filming the episode last, so not until about early August… Yeah. It's a bit weird, but I'm sure you're used to it… Yeah. Alright, mate, good to hear from you. See you next week. Bye." He hung up and turned to Julian with a grin stretched across his face.

"What was that about?" Julian asked.

"We've got someone back that we haven't had since series one. He's the best!"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, Ju, we've got Matt Berry. Dixon Bainbridge is returning!"

Reviews are still much appreciated, although I don't deserve them. I was horrible to you :(

PS: did anyone else see that Paul King is directing the Paddington Bear film? And does anyone else find it weird?

PPS: After this chapter, I'm going to do scenes from the episodes of the Boosh that are being filmed, so it won't be real life, but I'll go back to reality afterwards :)