Three days had passed and Robyn was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Like her father she hated bed rest but didn't yet feel well enough to move too far. Any sudden movements she made sent a jolt of pain to her chest and made things uncomfortable. Painkillers helped but they seemed to be working on her badly cut arm more than her chest. Had she not landed on her arm when she'd rolled off the car a lot of the damage would have been avoided. If Ziggy hadn't tried to run Kit over she wouldn't be in the dilemma she was in now.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she bade the person enter. Ziggy slowly came into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. He stood silently evidently waiting for her to speak first.

"What are you doing here?" Robyn asked coldly.

"I wanted to know why you didn't press charges against me."

"Tell me why you tried to run Kit over and I'll tell you why I didn't press charges."

Nervously Ziggy walked over to the side of the bed Robyn was laying on, "He was taking you away from me after he gave you to me. I was jealous. It made me angry and I wanted to get back at him."

"For your information Kit let me choose between you before we went to Paris. He told me not to make the decision until we got back. It was my choice to go with him not his. He's not some kind of manipulative monster, Ziggy, he said that if I chose you he'd never trouble me again and he meant that. We were coming over to apologise and make sure things were alright. Instead you try to run over the man who wanted to make peace with you. I would have expected more from you."

"Why didn't you press the charges?"

"I wanted to take justice into my own hands rather than let the police have their way. They'd bang you up in prison and that would kill you. It would give you justification for your guilt and make you feel better about it afterwards. Freedom is worse punishment than prison because here people know what you did. They'll always know what you did and so will you. Every time you look at me you'll relive the car hitting me and nearly sending me through the windscreen. As scary as it sounds you'll forgive yourself in time, only when you've forgiven yourself will I forgive you. Now get out."

"Robyn-"

"Get out!" Robyn shouted interrupting Ziggy's plea.

Kit came running into the room to help Robyn while Sportacus escorted Ziggy from the house. Doctor Cole had given strict instructions that Robyn should be kept calm to prevent any further damage to her lung and prevent a seizure which could aggravate her lung. Kit had been designated the job of looking after her, making her feel better and keeping her occupied.

"You alright?" Kit asked when he was sure Robyn was ok to talk.

"I'm alright but bored."

"I'm not really sure how to make you un-bored. I can't make you laugh which narrows it down a lot." Kit paused when an idea came into his head and smiling he whispered in Robyn's ear, "Why don't I make you moan with pleasure?"

Surprised by Kit's suggestion Robyn laughed briefly before her laughter was cut short by a jolt of pain. Seeing the concern on his face she kissed him.

When the kiss was over Robyn ran the back of one of her hands down Kit's cheek, "That's a great idea but wouldn't someone hear me?"

"Not if you whisper." Kit said seductively.

"What if we get caught?"

"That's all part of the fun isn't it?"

"I guess."

Kit smiled, "You want me to then? It'd be our little secret."

"You were asked to keep my occupied and that would be keeping me occupied so sure. I enjoyed it the first time and I need something to take my mind off things."

With a wink and a seductive smile Kit positioned himself to re-enact the night he'd spent with Robyn five days ago.

Sportacus sat with Robbie in the living room. Both were lost in their own thoughts and were still reeling after Robyn's accident. If Ziggy hadn't slowed down she'd be dead by now and had she not pushed Kit out of the way they would have lost him. Things could have been a lot worse, they both knew that. This was another of those things they'd have to come to terms with. Robyn had risked her own life to save Kit's and had come off lucky.

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of giggling which sounded like it was coming from upstairs. Curious Sportacus stood up but was pulled back down into a seating position by Robbie. A little surprised by this action he looked up at Robbie with confusion still plain on his face.

Answering Sportacus' confusion Robbie spoke, "Leave them be. They're ok."

"But it sounds like they're…"

"They're having fun. It's the twenty-first century Sportacus not the twelfth. They know the rules."

"How can you be so calm about it?"

"Because I trust them. They're not going to cross any lines they shouldn't cross."

"It sounds like they've already crossed a few."

Robbie chuckled, "It's Kit's job to keep Robyn occupied, isn't it? No one said how he had to keep her occupied and what he could and couldn't do. Where's the problem?"

"When you put it that way I suppose I can overlook what's happening. He's only doing his job after all." Sportacus replied with a slightly mischievous tinge to his smile.

"We can put our feet down if it happens when Robyn's feeling better right?"

"Right."

To seal their agreement the two men shook hands. They would indeed put their feet down and talk to the pair once Robyn was better. Right not all that mattered was the pair being together and coming to terms with what had happened in their own way. The leash had been loosened sufficiently to allow them some more freedom but it could easily be tightened again.

A knock on the front door altered the two men to a visitor and they told them to come in. The door opened and in came Doctor Cole and Michael. Robbie and Sportacus had been briefly introduced to Michael a few days ago and Doctor Cole explained that he'd come over to refresh their memories a little.

"We'd also like to invite you and the two young 'uns to a party we're holding next week by way of a reunion and meet and greet." Michael said.

"That sounds good. Will Robyn be ok to go do you think?" Robbie asked.

Doctor Cole nodded, "Next week she'll be fine to go. It's going to be held late next week so she has a chance to recover. Everyone will have a chance to get to know Michael and vice versa. We'll let you know of times and venue when we know what's happening. If it's ok I'll come back and check on Robyn once we've finished inviting people."

"That's fine. They're a little tied up at the moment anyway."

"Ok then. We'll be half an hour or so. You know how much Bessie talks. See you later."

Michael and Doctor Cole waved goodbye before the leaving the house. They'd walked a few paces away when Michael stopped and looked back at the house.

Doctor Cole saw a slight look of confusion on Michael's face and asked, "What is it?"

"The blue guy, what Village People music video did he escape from?"

Rolling his eyes at Michael's comment Doctor Cole carried on his way while laughing. It was a good point after all.