Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters etc.
Caroline sat next to Mac on the sofa, smiling to herself.
"What?" asked Mac, grinning.
"No..Nothing…" Caroline couldn't stop herself smiling, and Mac breathed a laugh, knowing he was feeling the same way.
Suddenly: "What if it all goes wrong again? What if something else should happen, like that light on the ceiling falls down and hits you on the head, and you fall into a coma, and you forget all this, and we have to start again, and…and…"
Caroline was suddenly silenced by Mac kissing her ever so softly on the lips. Caroline immediately reciprocated, and after a while, Mac pulled back, and gazed deeply into Caroline's eyes.
"It won't go wrong if we don't give it time to…" Mac leant in again, and this time he leaned over her, laying her down on the sofa. His kiss deepened, and they immediately began pulling each others' clothes off, as fast as they could. Caroline couldn't stop smiling (and giggling girlishly in her head) as Mac snaked an arm around her back, pulling her closer into him.
Guy sat at Caroline's house, on the sofa, a cigar in his mouth. He was gazing off into the distance, staring at a picture of Caroline without realising it. He came to his senses, and quickly took a puff of his cigar and left it to go out in the ashtray. He picked the cushion off his lap and laid it gently on the sofa, looking at it wistfully before turning the light off, and heading up to bed. Caroline clearly wasn't coming home this evening. He left her supper to go cold on the table.
Sue drove into the hospital car park, on an airway cart. She had tied white streamers everywhere possible on it, and had hung a sign on the back saying "Just got pregnant", with a picture of Mac on one side, and herself on the other. She was grinning manically, and stopped the cart right in front of the entrance. She muttered incoherently through a grin at everyone who walked past, pointing at the sign on the back of the cart.
Boyce saw Statham walking towards him, so he quickly sat down in a chair, in the "waiting room" (which was in fact, just a few chairs in the corridor). Statham looked at him as he walked past, but then held his head in the air and walked past him. Boyce let out a sob as he passed, and Statham turned around.
"Boyce? What appears to be the matter now?"
"It's nothing, you wouldn't want to know."
"No, no, no, come on now – if it is bothering you this much, then it is detracting from your busy work schedule, and that is not a good thing, Boyce, now is it? Eh?"
"I can't say, darling. You'll disown me," whimpered Boyce.
"I wouldn't… what? Eh? Why would I… What is it? Are you diseased?"
"No… Ummm…" Boyce looked upwards and away from Statham, tears forming in his eyes. Statham sat down next to him, looking concerned. Boyce looked towards him and smiled. He took Statham's hand and placed it on his stomach.
"Alan… darling… I'm… I'm pregnant."
Statham tore his hand away from Boyce. He stood up, looking angry, and muttered incoherently, shaking his head at Boyce, and pointing his finger.
"You… you…" He turned around and swept away.