Hey guys! I'm so sorry this is getting a bit slow to update, my internet at Uni is just rubbish! I'm doing my best though, but if there aren't updates for days, that's why! Hope you like it, and please review, or tell me on Tumblr that you like it! I'm LauranicusPond over there!

Also, the episode of Doctor Who that they're watching is called 'Blink' and it's S3.10 so go watch it!


Nick's sitting up on the sofa, ankle propped up on a pile of cushions. Some idiot had tackled straight into his leg during his soccer game that Monday, and the doctor had insisted he take the rest of the week off school to rest. Normally Nick wouldn't have minded having time off school, as his parents both worked during the day and he had the run of the house, but his ankle really did start to hurt if he put weight on it for longer than five minutes.

After the first day alone in his house, Nick had started to get bored. Sitting on the sofa with his laptop was fine, but all his friends were at school, so there was no one online to talk to, and there's only so long someone can play webgames before they get dull.

Wednesday morning, there'd been a knock at the door, and Jeff had been standing there, a broad grin on his face.

"You said on Facebook you were really bored, and my school's closed until the end of the week because part of the science block flooded. Apparently someone filled all the water tanks with soap flakes... Not that I know anything about it..." He said, grinning at Nick as he slipped past him into the house, "So now I'm here to entertain."

"How did you get here? Did your Dad bring you again or?" Nick asked, limping behind Jeff into the living room where the TV was playing one of the Doctor Who DVD menus.

Jeff ignored his question. "What's that?" he said, pointing toward the TV.

"It's Doctor Who." Jeff's face stayed blank. "You've never seen Doctor Who?" Jeff shook his head.

Nick launched into an explanation and managed to get as far as describing the events of Doomsday before Jeff slumped back in confusion. Nick decided that just watching a few episodes would probably be easier.

"Just sit down" Nick grinned, grabbing the remote and putting his foot up on the cushions before pressing play.

"You're not looking at the statue..."

"Neither are you..."

"Oh my god!" JJ yelps, ducking back down behind the sofa as the Weeping Angel on screen is suddenly much closer.

Nick laughs, looking over at the blond headed boy as he peeps over the cushions at the TV screen, fingers splayed across his face.

"Nick..." Jeff whispers, edging along behind the sofa until his face is level with Nick's, "Can we stop watching?"

"You can't stop watching, Jeff, they'll get you."

"Shut up! Nick please can we stop watching?"

"Jeff, if we stop watching - They. Will. Get. You."

"Shut up! Why doesn't she just give them the key?"

"Because then they'll eat the sun."

"Nick I really don't like – OH MY GOD DON'T LOOK AWAY WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" yelled Jeff diving back behind the sofa where he'd been hiding for almost the entire episode.

Nick shifts his position to look over the back of the sofa. "Don't you want to know what happens at the end?"

Jeff shakes his head. "You can just tell me."

Nick laughs, taking pity on him and reaching for the remote to switch off the TV.

"They live happily ever after. You can come out now."

Jeff grins, climbing over the back of the sofa and dropping down to sit next to Nick. He picks up the DVD box and reads the back for a moment.

"There's one about Shakespeare? Why couldn't we have watched that one?"

Nick shrugs, "It's just not my favourite... I'm not really that keen on Shakespeare."

Jeff's mouth drops open in surprise. "You... You don't like Shakespeare? But he's a genius! One of the best writers ever to have existed! He INVENTED WORDS for pity's sake!"

Nick laughs as Jeff rants about Shakespeare, wriggling his ankle tentatively and wincing as pain shoots up his leg. When he tunes back into what Jeff's saying, he's moved onto quoting chunks of text.

"...the wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough."

Nick looks at him in bewilderment, "Wait... what?"

"It's from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', it's one of my... never mind." Jeff grins, then wriggles closer to Nick, leaning in conspiratorially. "Want to see something awesome?"

"Um..."

Jeff takes that as a yes, pushing up the leg of Nick's jeans, then twisting and rolling his palm against his leg hairs, ignoring Nick's swatting hands, until there's a tiny ball of hair tangled into the rest. Jeff grins at Nick.

"Have fun getting that out. Guy at school did it to me and I had to cut it out, I just couldn't get rid of it any other way," he laughs, pulling up his own jeans to show Nick the patch of hair missing from his leg.

Nick's about to get revenge, grinning as he reaches out for Jeff's leg, when Jeff's phone goes off in his bag out in the hallway and he scrambles away to grab it before it stops ringing. Nick can barely hear Jeff's side of the conversation, but when he comes back into the room, he's got his shoes on and his bag on his shoulder.

Jeff rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably, "That was my Mom... I kinda... didn't tell her I was coming here and she's... really pissed actually. I was hoping to stay around until the end of the week but..." Jeff shrugs, looking down at his feet, "She'll literally kick my ass if I don't go back home."

Nick frowns, "Jeff, if you don't want to... I mean, are your parents..." he trails off, unsure of how to articulate what he wants to say without sounding like a total idiot.

"It's cool. I should really get going though. I'll see myself out, I don't want you hurting yourself more, k?"

Nick nods sadly, "Call me if you need to, k?"

Jeff grins, waving from the doorway, before walking away down the wall and out of the front door.

"Idiot. Idiot Idiot." Nick says to himself, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. He leans over for the remote, flinching as his leg twists painfully, and turns the TV back on, picking a different episode and leaning back on the sofa, letting it play in the background as he loses himself in thought.