A/N: Damnit, I didn't even realise I that I had pre-empted my own story…Now I have to find a way around that and delay other plotlines. Anyway, here's a hasty reworking

I'd also like to add that I know NOTHING about the sport that features in this chapter and very little about New York that isn't a cliche, so bear with me aaaaaand...I know I said this chapter would come the day after the other but...well I lied. Sorry!

Thanks for your charming reviews. This one is a little fluffy, a little sad and a little funny. The usual.

Enjoy.

George squinted over towards the kitchen wondering where the clattering sound was coming from. At first disorientated she rubbed her eyes, slowly remembering that she was in Don's apartment and had been asleep on his couch. It was then that she remembered what it was that had brought her there.

"Good morning" chirped Flack, emerging from the kitchen with two cups that were issuing vast amounts of steam

"Is it?" she murmured sleepily and then a faint blush swept over her features as she vaguely remembered falling asleep in his arms

"What?" he asked; setting the cups down on his coffee table on top of fresh copies of a pile of newspapers.

"Nothing" she mumbled and reached for a cup in order to not have to look at him. Without thinking she took a big gulp.

"Careful! They're…" he trailed off and tried not to grin as her face went bright red

"I bund my dongue" she groaned as she choked down the steaming hot drink

"How you made it to college, I'll never know" he smirked and got up to get her some water

When he returned George gratefully drank down the cool water and smiled at him thankfully "You've been really good to me. Thank you" she said

He shrugged, choosing to sit on an armchair opposite "It's the least I could do"

She met his searing blue eyes and looked away again "Why don't I make breakfast?"

Don looked uncertain "Relax, you've just had a great shock. I can do that"

George got up, taking her cup with her "No, really, I want to make myself useful and if you really want to help you can set the table for breakfast, I'm sure your sister would like someone else to do the cooking for once"

He chuckled faintly and raised his hands up in submission "Alright, alright but Ronnie ain't here, she's gone away for the weekend with some girlfriends of hers. So, breakfast is just you and me"

She shrugged as if the fact that she was in such an intimate setting with a man who made her heart skip every time she saw him smile was the most casual thing in the world.

While George busied herself in the kitchen, rustling up the perfect breakfast for a lazy Friday morning when for once work wasn't a major priority, Don rummaged around tidying up the apartment and making use of the coffee table as a mini dining table.

"So have you thought about names yet?" he said suddenly

George's head jerked up from what she was doing "Huh?" she shook her head at her response and replied again "Excuse me?"

"Well…I was just thinking about this little tyke you're going to have. Names and stuff"

"I take it you've already thought of some" she said, unable to resist a smirk

He looked faintly flustered "No. Just thinking…I mean, there's a lot to think about"

It hit him there and then just what he and George were undertaking in deciding to have a baby together when they weren't even strictly in a relationship. There would be so much to consider such as how much time off work they could afford, the price of raising a baby in New York, their jobs and whether they needed to perhaps consider changing their schedules. Whether or not they would live together, the kind of lifestyle or beliefs they might each wish to impart on the child and then there was the fact that no one else apart from Veronica and George's aunt knew that George was even pregnant.

"It's just hit you hasn't it?" she said wisely and he realised she was standing in front of the coffee table watching him

He nodded and helped her set down the plate of bagels and scrambled eggs she'd made.

"We've certainly got a lot to discuss" he murmured, rubbing his jaw which had a faint shade of stubble over it

George smiled briefly "Well, we've got nine months to do that so…"

"Yeah, this smells good" he gestured to the eggs

She joined him on the couch "My speciality, scrambled, poached, fried or omelette I am the queen of egg-related meals"

"That's…some skill" he grinned

She nodded proudly "Oh! Wait, I forgot the cream cheese for the bagels!" She scurried back into the kitchen to find the said product.

He smiled and as he watched her he imagined some dark haired child running around their ankles while they made breakfast together in a cheesy, sugary sweet kitchen just like in old movies, he thought of early mornings; waking up to George and their child, and heading to the park. He thought of first days of school and homework and it brought such a new level of joy to his heart that he wondered why he hadn't realised just how much his life was about to be affected.

But as George sat back down beside him again, he remembered the reality of their situation, the fact that there'd be no waking up together, only apart and that nothing, nothing was ever as good as the fantasy.

Post Supermen

Mac rubbed his palms together and whistled at Ronnie "Hey! Stop fussing with your hair and get over here!"

The woman in question rolled her eyes and finished putting her hair into two braids before she deliberately strolled over to Mac who was stood near the dug out with the rest of the team which consisted of an anxious looking Lindsay and Adam alongside Sheldon, Mac, Danny and three intensely competitive male cops who were arguing strategies.

"Come on, we've got a game to play. Don't you want to help out your fellow team mates?" he said sounding more enthusiastic than she'd ever heard him before but somehow still managing to maintain an aura of Mac-like cool.

"Argh, it's just stupid overly competitive crap" she muttered referring to the current game

The game took place every year for charity and large number of members of both the New York Fire Department and the New York Police Department would gather in a park in Yonkers (or wherever would have them) and play a few highly competitive games. Currently the NYPD was on a winning streak, having won the past three games. Not that any of this mattered in the least to a disinterested Ronnie.

Mac glanced up at the seats which were already filling up with various family members, friends and anyone willing to pay fifty dollars for their ticket which of course all went to charity.

"Where's your team spirit!" exclaimed Sheldon, which Ronnie ignored easily

"Have a seat please Miss. Flack" sighed Mac pointing her over to the benches

Noticing that the only available seat was next to Danny she declined and Mac began what would have been his pep talk if not for constant interruptions.

"Jesus…let's just play the game alright?" he said finally

Ronnie raised her hand "So I have a question" she began without waiting for him to let her speak "While we're here sitting on our asses, whose arresting all the criminals? The Boy Scouts?"

Everyone snickered at this and even Mac couldn't resist a smile "I don't think you need to worry about that, the only people playing right now are people who have a free shift or day off" he pointed out

Adam who hated sports of any kind and was much more at home in a lab grunted and got up with the rest of the team as they headed out to their various positions.

Ronnie started off to join them and jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, on realising who it was she sighed and folded her arms.

"We have a game to play. Remember?" she pointed out coolly

"Yeah and we had plans. Remember? So what changed?" he insisted now too folding his arms

"Not the time or the place Messer"

He sighed "Christ, what are you doing here?"

She ignored him and ran up to her base before he could question her further.

Stella smiled up at Mac, pleased by his casual clothes he looked tired but happy about it and brighter than she'd seen him in a long time. She'd been sat in her office all day running through paper work as the department was slightly understaffed due to the game, so to see him brightened her mood considerably.

"So I guess the game went well" she said, assuming this was so because of his grin

"Nope, we lost; they got some new kids on their team and totally blew us out of the water. Didn't help that our team…had their mind on personal matters" he explained, still brightly

"So why so happy?" she chuckled

"It was fun, I had fun" he stated simply "Sometimes that's more important than winning"

"Oh god, are you wheeling out clichés now? Next you'll tell me it's the taking part that counts"

He chuckled "Yeah, maybe"

Stella smiled at him "It's good to see you smile"

They shared a glance that stretched out for a fraction too long, then Mac made his excuses and left.

Ronnie scanned her watch and noted with slight impatience that her brother had not yet shown up. Rather than have no choice but to face Danny during the coach back to the various precincts or listen to some of NYPD's finest whining like children about the loss of the game she had called her brother and asked him to give her a lift but that had been over an hour ago.

She headed out of the café she was in that over looked the car park and made her way out into the late afternoon balmy sun deciding that she'd just have to hop onto the subway, she stuffed a hand in the back pocket of her jean shorts and groaned.

So she'd forgotten her wallet.

"Yo! Flack!"

Ronnie shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand and stared out at the parking lot

"Christ" she muttered when she saw Danny swiftly come over, still dressed in his NYPD baseball gear.

"What, are you still doing here?" she said in her usual drawl

He arched an eyebrow "Thought you might need a lift and I think we need to talk"

She looked at him sullenly and started for his car he watched her for a few moments then followed after.

Once they were both in the car he tried to lighten the mood by referring to the game. "You got a good arm"

Ronnie glanced at him "Some of us weren't born playing the game though were we?"

He sensed she was teasing him and he smiled, starting up the car.

"I got to say, you looked real cute running around in your little shorts" he said flirtatiously

She rolled her eyes, smirking "So that's why we lost the game, you got distracted"

He chuckled "Can you blame me?"

Ronnie looked at him and remembered why she had been so angry in the first place.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" she said, innocently enough

"You, me; what else?"

Ronnie made a face and wished she hadn't gotten in the car, but he was right. They needed to talk and there were a few things she wanted to get off her chest, namely his relationship with Lindsay.