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Lucie perked up when Ethan entered her room.

"Can I go?" She asked, childish hopefulness lighting up her face. Ethan looked at her, play affronted.

"I've enter the room and the first thing you say is to ask if you can leave. Rude." He teased. Lucie pouted. Ethan laughed.

"Yes, I'm just going to discharge you. But first, Cal seems to be under the impression you two have made up... Have you?"

Lucie swung her legs off the bed, sitting upright. She shrugged.

"Sort of." She answer ambiguously. "I mean, I was kinda drugged at the time." She narrowed her eyes at him, but her face quickly snapped back into its cheerful little grin. "But yes. I have forgiven him for being a total jackass, however this will be brought up in every argument where I want him to do something for me." She grinned at Ethan happily. He shook his head in disbelief.

"You are a surprisingly forgiving person." He commented. Lucie cocked her head.

"No... Just I tend to get violent and that releases most of my anger. Then I get even, in the most cruel and sadistic manner possible." She answered. "You were discharging me..." She prompted eagerly.

Cal was pulled into Lucie's apartment, barely even getting a chance to register that was were he had ended up before her mouth had found his. She pulled away before it deepened to the point where she couldn't leave his mouth. She looked up into his eyes and smiled tentatively.

"Not all of what I said earlier was because of the morphine you know." She said softly.

"Oh?" Was all Cal managed to say. Lucie's smile widened.

"I do love you." She said, confidentially. She then glanced away from him, fearful she'd said too much, too soon. Cal smiled, looking down at her head.

"Oh, good. Because I have never loved anyone like I love you." He replied. Lucie's head lifted, and she blushed a pale pink. "I love you, little Lucienne."

Lucie raised an eyebrow.

"Right that's it, come with me, Conceited Caleb." She retorted, snatching his hand and pulling him towards the oak door behind her.

"Where are we going?" Cal asked suspiciously. Lucie grinned seductively at him. His eyes widened. He grinned back. "I'm guessing I'm well and truly forgiven." He breathed.

"No, not really." Lucie teased. "I've just been cooped up in a hospital for far too long."

Lucie skipped merrily out of her room, down the hall and out of her flat. She cheerily tapped, well, hit-as-hard-as-she-could a rhythm, sounding suspiciously like Jingle Bell Rock, on Ethan's door. He emerged looking exceptionally disgruntled.

"Oh." He mumbled, not particularly enthusiastic. "Morning, Lucie."

"Good Morning, I see there is not Lily this morning." She chirped. She leant back on the doorway, hand curled around the white wood and called; "Oh Ca-al! You are of use at this point in time!"

Cal emerged reasonably quickly at her call. He bowed at her flamboyantly.

"You called, Milady?" He greeted in mock submission.

Lucie squealed as Cal flung yet another pair of dirty underwear in her direction.

"I swear if that thing touches me, I will end you!" She warned, leaping out of the way. She delicately scooped it up by the end of the pen she'd found on the floor. She dumped it unceremoniously into the overflowing box of clothes.

"That's not what you said last night." He teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Ethan groaned, moving away from the pair of flirting doctors.

"Could you possibly not mention your sex life in front of your brother?" He asked, revolted. Lucie sniggered.

"Poor little Ethan." She sympathised mockingly. "Are we making you uncomfortable?"

Ethan glared at her. She beamed back. They fell into a innuendo filled batting match, mostly featuring the pen although every now and again rings had mention, Lucie and Cal sweeping around the room gathering varying items.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Ethan asked, recovering from Cal's crudeness. Lucie looked up from the shirt she was inspecting.

"What? Poking him with a pen?" She asked incredulously.

"No!" Ethan hurried backtracked. "Gathering your stuff."

Cal turned to him.

"Oh didn't I say? I'm officially moving in with Lucie instead of just spending 97% of my nights there." Cal explained, ducking as Lucie aimed a sock at his head. He ducked too soon however, and it hit him in the mouth, meaning he said something closer to 'my nights the-URGH!'. Lucie cackled evilly and Cal swiped at his mouth. She grinned at him as he mock-glared at her. He chased her around the room, snatching her up into the air when he caught her.

"Put me down!" She squealed. Cal smirked at her.

"Apologise."

"Never!" She replied, lightly kissing him. She smiled down at him, still hovering midair. Cal smiled back before realising she wasn't being cute, that was her grin of 'I'm up to something and you haven't figured it out yet'. She swung her foot across his chest, placing it on his hip and pulling herself up on to his shoulders.

"I'm not moving." She informed him lightly.

"Well, I am both going to be moving about this room and moving flats, so if you fall it's your own fault." Cal teased. Lucie bent down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding down. As her feet touched the floor, she broke away.

"Fine." She relented.

Cal blearily opened his eyes. Light spiralled out of the half open door, gently illuminating the room. The opposite side of the bed was empty, but still warm, so Lucie hadn't long vacated it. As he sighed happily, her soft voice drifted through the door, singing along to 'Your Song' by Ellie Goulding. The room was warm, welcoming and smelt faintly of vanilla. He admires for the first time the bookcases reaching the ceiling, and barely containing the books overflowing with fantasies. Her clothes were splattered across the room, and a picture hung, ever so slightly crooked, on the far wall.

"Oi!" Lucie called, poking her head around the door. "I made breakfast, you big lump."

She disappeared again before Cal could reply. He smiled to himself.

He could get used to this.

Hi, Me again. I am really, really sorry to say that this is it for Life is Short & Caleb Knight is Cute. Yup, you read that right. This is the end. Although, that said, I am currently working on something, still Casualty fanfic, and still featuring Caleb Knight, Lily Chao, Ethan Hardy and, of course, my own creation, Lucienne Carter! The current working title of it is Assumptions, though that may change once it's published! But still, if you liked this, please read the new ones when I post them!

Love always.

Hannah the Hobbit! Xx