just an experiment...this story has been in my head for months, this is just my way of getting it out.

(I do not own anything, Helen Fielding owns all of it...as she is God)

This story asks the question "what would have happened is Mark hadn't walked off after the fight in the first film...will things work our for Mark and Bridget?

Chapter one

"New beginnings"

10:30PM

God...I didn't think I had it in me to hit him again. But that last comment...arrgh I couldn't let him get away with it. I don't feel guilty. No, not for a second, that bastard deserved every punch I threw at him. At first it was about Bridget, but then as we continued to fight, past pain came flooding back. And then he was lying on the damp pavement, still with his sinister mouth hanging open.

Bridget walked over to Daniel and knelt down to him. "Daniel...wake up." she said.

I stood there breathing heavily watching them. She lightly shook him and his eyes flew open. "Daniel, I think it would be best if you went home." She started solemnly. Daniel was a little shocked, he looked from me to her and started to stutter. "B-But Jones, I want you...I came here to tell you that I need you...don't let it end like this." His voice became quieter as he realised that I could hear his...um..heartfelt plea. I didn't catch anything from their whispered tones. Bridget didn't say much else but left Daniel looking stunned. Serves him right for having so much arrogant confidence, thinking that she would crawl back to him again. She helped Daniel up and asked Tom for his mobile. A taxi was called and Daniel was driven home. As it drove off Bridget stared after it. Then as soon as it was out of sight she turned to me. "Wait here." her tone was almost cold, I was confused...to be honest I thought that she was going to tell me off or something. She passed me and walked over to her friends. They talked in hushed tones as I stood there feeling a little guilty for my behaviour a while ago. Then they said their goodbyes and started to walk down the street, leaving Bridget at the door of her building. She stood there and motioned me to come over.

I limped to her door and followed her up the stairs and walked into her flat. "

11:02PM

"Sit down" she said with the same tone as before. I did as she said without a wor. She grabbed something from the bathroom. It was a first aid kit. She pulled up a chair in front of me and shook her head. "I should be angry at you, well I am a bit, a little more at Daniel, no actually I'm angry at both of you the same." She said looking a little flustered. Thank God, she was back to her old self, rambling on like a mad woman, (a very attractive mad woman) just like she had at that awful bloody turkey curry buffet. I tried to supress a smile. "Here I was thinking that you were different and noble and all that, but you're just the same as everyone else...you both fought the most unheroic, poncey, bloody girlish fight of all time...like children!" she continued to ramble. In all this time I still had not said a word for fear of making it worse. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, she looked at my face and leaned closer. "Look now you're hurt and over what!" This was the most responsible I had ever seen her. She opened the box and took some cloth and antiseptic ointment. "Here, you're all scratched." She lightly brushed the cuts on my face. Her face was quite close as I watched her gently brush my um...battle wounds. "Thankyou." I said finally. "You're being very kind." I finished. "It's nothing." She whispered. Though I felt like a little boy being looked after by the school nurse, I must say I was in heaven at that moment. "There." She said again. She was just about to close the box when she saw the blood stain on my shirt. "You've got cuts on your chest too." She stammered and blushed a little. "Um...t-take of your shirt for a minute so I can check for glass." I went a little red and started to unbutton my shirt awkwardly. She tried to look away but was unsuccessful. "Oh God, you've got glass stuck in you!" She said with a gasp. She grabbed the cloth and said. "I'm sorry if this hurts, but I have to get them out." She lightly picked out a few pieces. I winced, it stung like all hell but I didn't care. Bridget Jones was taking care of me. That's all that mattered. I wished that I had seen her kind and warm heart when I first met her. I caught her taking a good look at my bare chest a fair bit. Then she said "Finished." and closed the box. "I'm sorry I upset you, but I'm not sorry about Daniel...that anger was building up for so long and I had to let it out." I said. "I understand." she said softly. "After all he's hurt me too." She looked into my eyes and smiled. "But what did he do to you?" She asked curiously. "Well...to put it simply, he slept with my wife 2 weeks after we were married." She looked absolutely stunned. Her mouth was left hanging open in astonishment. "He, he slept with your wife?" she managed to say. "Yes, what's the matter?" I asked. A flash of realisation came over her face. "I-It's just that, he told me it was the other way round...oh Jesus!" She covered her face with her hand. "I've been a complete and utter bitch...I'm so sorry." Suddenly everything clicked, all the things she said at the tarts and vicars, ignoring me at Havishad House that weekend, although I had been less them nice to her at the Turkey Curry buffet. That prick had been telling filthy lies about me. "It's alright, it's all behind us now." I said reassuringly. "Wow, I was completely stupid, and to think I almost fell for it again, oh god you must think I'm a complete idiot." She said shaking her head.

No, I'm afraid I don't actually." I said. "I don't think that at all, I think you are a very intelligent person, and you don't know it...and you seem to be...incidentally...perfect." I felt like kicking myself as soon as I'd said it. I'd gone too far. What does she think of me? She stared at me with her "bunny in the headlights" expression. Tears started to form in her eyes. She leaned forward and without warning kissed me gently. "This is fabulous!" I thought to myself. As we came apart she kept her eyes closed smiling. I looked into her eyes as they fluttered open. "Sorry." She whispered. "I don't know what came ov..." she started to say. "Don't apologise." I said, my heart still pounding heavily. "I really like you Mark, and I'm really sorry for all the things I said but I really, really like you and I was just...wondering if, you felt the same." she said softly trying not to look up at me. "Bridget." I said taking her hands. "I have always liked you, ever since your dreadful speech and the book launch, it's just, I was scared of my feelings..I-I didn't want to be hurt again." I confessed. "Actually, for several months now. I've thought of no one but you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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