A/N I'm so so so sorry! I apologise on behalf of all us Llamas. This chapter has taken way too long, in fact this whole parody has taken way too long. We had meant to get it finished before ER started. But, it's nearing the season finale and we're only just nearing (ish) the Parody finale. (which is going to rock by the way!)

Anyway, all we can claim is exams, illness and simple lack of time. We do apologise profusly, and are working on our new and great chapters!!!

This song was re-written months ago, and I (the author of the chapter, not the song) do not feel that my chapter does the lyrics justice. But it'll have to do.

Enjoy!!!

Love, Kenzie x x x

He's A Punk

by Kenzie

(lyrics re-written by Alice)

Neela strolled down the corridor of the hotel to the elevator. Wait, the lift. She was still British, she could use British words, right? All was good, nothing could actually be better. She had the smokin' hot Doctor Ray Barnett waiting for her at home, totally and utterly in love with her. The only tiny drawback was this stupid conference, and the fact she had had to leave pretty much straight after their first on-screen-kiss to get on location in time.

She got in the lift in a slightly less jubilant mood, she wished she could just see him. She'd tried to persuade him to come with her, but the director hadn't let him. Stupid director. He wanted to build up tension. Like there hadn't already been a season and a half worth of tension? When the lift doors opened she gasped like a someone out of a romantic-comedy. Ray was there; sat at the bar chatting away to the bar maid.

"What a dog," she half whispered half sang. He was sitting there, all punk-ed up, like he was about to do a show, at the hotel where she was at a surgery conference. And he hadn't even tried to phone her or anything! "What a dog!"

Suddenly he looked up and saw her, and his face lit up. "Neela! God I've been waiting ages for you!" He walked over, with his small smile. When he got close she saw he was wearing eye-liner. Oh very droolsome he looked.

She turned away with a smile and began to walk off, knowing he was following her, "He's a punk, but I love him, breaks a new heart everyday"

"Hey, you're playing tonight right? Wow, can I have your autograph, and maybe your number too?" a tall brunette woman asked Ray. Neela raised her eyebrows and carried on walking.

"Sorry, I'm taken, the autograph I can do though."

"He's a punk, fan's adore him, and I only hope he'll stay that way."

Her walk took her past the restaurant and to the "Grand Hall". There was a small stage being set up there, she presumed for Ray's impromptu performance. She turned round to face him, and walking backwards, grinning as she sang "He's a punk, he's a player,"

"Hey! I'm not a player! Well, not any more." he said, outraged

"He's a doctor, he's a hunk," she wiggled her eyebrows at that, "He's a punk, but I love him, yes even I have got it really bad."

"You love me do you?"

"Shut up, you knew that!"

"Oh, finally, she talks!" He laughed and took her hand in his, pulling her closer to him.

"You can never tell, when he'll turn up,"

"Yeah sorry, it was a bit of a spur of the moment kind of thing."

"Shh, this is the best bit of the song; he's always late to appointments, I guess he's just a watchless guy!"

"Hurry up Ray!" chorused some swooning female extras. "On the double!"

Ray laughed and shook his head. "That is a classic line."

"Thanks!"

He rolled his eyes then jumped up on stage. He grabbed his guitar and began to play her accompaniment, while the ladies that had suddenly appeared went crazy, screaming and whooping.

"He's a punk, he's a rocker, and there's nothing more to say," Neela sang, climbing up on stage too. "If he's a punk, he's a good one, and I know that I can travel his way!"

Ray pulled her towards him, ignoring the guitar. Which was odd, as the music was still playing (ah the magic of t.v).

"You're such a punk," Neela said with a small smile.

"Thanks," Ray grinned, before kissing her.

A/N Review pleaseeeee