A/N Now, with this chapters song choice, I have nothing against S Club 7, hey as I said before every single song I've featured is on my mp3! But, there is no denying that they're cheesy pop. So, hence me referring to them as such, in this chapter. And let's be honest, I highly doubt they'd be Ray's thing. But you shall see more as you read...

Chapter 15- Neela

"You're, you're my number one,

With you I know I belong,

I put the radio on and it's always playing our song!"

Two weeks after my "confession" and Ray was allowed home. He should really have been in longer, but I'd pulled some strings after he'd given me puppy dog eyes and told me he'd prefer my cooking to hospital food which was obviously a blatant lie. So I'd talked to Kerry, and I'd taken leave as well as signing up for a permanent post. County was my home, I was glad to be back. So as I, a qualified doctor, would be taking care of him, Ray was allowed home. To our home.

We'd both given our statements to the police and it looked like the guy was going to Juvie, and then probably onto prison once he turned 18. I felt sorry for him, he was scared and had made a stupid decision. Of course when I told Ray that he'd pouted at me;

"He shot me twice and you feel sorry for him?" He'd asked from his new favourite position, sprawled across the whole couch.

"Yes, I mean if he hadn't have shot you, I might never have told you how I feel," I'd replied, smiling.

"Ah now that is a good thing. Gee, do you think I should thank him?" Ray had said with a grin as he pulled me down onto the couch.

So that was my new favourite place to be, sitting on Ray's lap as we watched whatever junk was on. His arms round me, my head leaning against him, lightly so as not to hurt him. I'd do chores, cook, shop -whatever needed to be done- and my reward would be sitting there with him, knowing that I was allowed. It was such a relief to know that he felt the same way about me, that we could laugh about our stupidity in taking such a long time to actually admit anything to each other. We'd kiss, and it was amazing, but we didn't even need to kiss, just be near each other. I was savouring him, letting myself realise that finally, I was his and he was mine.

I knew I should be sad about Michael. And I was, when I'd gone to clear out our old house I'd cried for what could never have been. But I knew that this was the only way we'd be happy, in the long run perhaps, but eventually we'd all be happy. He deserved someone who would treasure him as much as he had treasured me, and I couldn't do that when I was in love with another man.

One day when I came back from grocery shopping I found Brett on the sofa with him. "Hey Dr Neela," he said as I walked in.

"Hey Roomie," Ray called.

"Hello," I said back, "Brett can you help me with the bags."

"I'm not your slave Dr Neela," he said, feigning outrage, but he got up and began unpacking things.

"Aw, you know you love to help me out really."

"Yeah, I do have a secret passion for unloading groceries it must be said," he said with a wink. Then he pulled out an old polaroid camera, "Oh what's this?"

I smiled, "I got it second hand, I've always wanted one."

"Cool," he said with a grin, "You can take pictures of our gigs! When Ray actually gets off his ass and starts playing again."

"I have to rest!" Ray shouted back, "Doctor's orders! I got shot, is that not enough?"

"To sell out on practise? Nope!" Brett called through, "Talking of which, I must bid you goodbye."

"It's bid you adieu," I said, shaking my head.

"Whatever, practise calls. Some of us actually work for a living."

All I heard as Brett went out was Ray's laughter. I walked through, "Hello you. How are you feeling?"

"All the better for seeing you," he said with a grin.

"Oh that was cheesy."

"I do try," he replied, still grinning. "What've you got?"

"A polaroid camera. I've always wanted one."

"Cool, come and show me."

I went and sat next to him in the space Brett had left. I passed him the camera.

"Oh, fancy."

"It really isn't."

"Let me take a picture of you!" he said with a child-like smile.

I grabbed the camera, "No way, no how." He pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"But I need something to remember you by when you go out."

"Shut up, you're such a weirdo."

"Mmm," he said, nodding, "It's the lack of exercise that's doing it."

"What exercise do you normally do?" I scoffed. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively , "Oh, shut up!"

"Can we take a picture together then?"

"Fine... if we must," I said, leaning into him. I handed him the camera since he had longer arms, he stretched it away from us and I lent my head on his shoulder.

"Smile beautiful," he said, before the flash went off, blinding me.

"Ow," I said, still leaning on his shoulder.

"Mmm," he replied. "This is nice. I like you leaning on me."

"Well I like leaning on you so I guess we're lucky." I knew I was lucky. I was finally with the man I had loved from afar for so long, I just couldn't help being happy. At least both of us were being ridiculous about it though, rather than just me. Even Jasmyn had noticed it, she'd asked me; "Why Wray and Neena smiling, Mommy buy you new toys?"

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, "Oh Ray, you know what we need?"

He groaned, "You're not going out again, what is it this time? Haven't you bought the entire shop already?"

"Shut up, no we need a song. If we want to be like the cheesy film couples, we have to have a song."

"Since when are we a cheesy film couple?"

"Oh I think that; "all the better for seeing you" was distinctly French." He gave me a weird look so I was forced to elaborate, "You know that really smelly French cheese? Look, it's just something we used to say..."

"You know what, you're beautiful but slightly mental."

"Thanks. So, a song we must have," I got up and switched the radio on. Heavy metal or something filled the room. "How romantic," I said, changing the channel. The last bars of some cheesy pop song came on, then another one started. It was an S Club 7 number, from the 90's. "Oh I know this one," I said with a grin, then sang as the chorus began; "You're, you're my number one!"

"Oh god, please tell me you're not serious?" Ray said, his face a picture of pain.

"I'd do anything for you!" I sang, walking towards him, "Catch the rain from the sky, even hold back the tides for you!" I sat on his lap, so I was almost straddling him.

"Please tell me you're joking. This can not be our song -if we have to have a song, it can't be this."

"Aw, it has to be, it's so perfect," I said, grinning stupidly, then singing; "I know I've never felt like this, you're like a drug you've got me wanting more!"

"Seriously, stop, please, I'm an not in full health, I can't cope!"

I fluttered my eyelashes and leaned closer to him, "That really is a shame."

He looked at me in mock horror, "Now Dr Rasgotra, what on earth are you insinuating?"

"Hey, it wasn't me that said you needed to get more exercise."

He laughed, "That is true... but can we please turn this song off? It's killing me here."

I got up and switched the radio off. "Yeah, it was a bit... nineties."

"Yeah. So," he said, raising his eyebrows, "About your previous offer?"

I grinned, "Mmm, what about it?"

"I have but one thing to say, my place or yours?"

"You're such an idiot, but you're pretty cute as well. Um, my place it's probably cleaner."

"True." I helped him up.

"You sure you're um... ready?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I was, it was a big step, I mean Ray and I- wanted us to be serious, not some... one night stand.

He leaned on me, "Neela, we waited more than two years before we told each other we liked each other. We need to keep it moving."

I grinned, "Well, when you put it that way."

"I do, I couldn't wait two years, could you?"

By this time we were at my room and he sat on the bed. "No, are you sure though?"

"Neela, I love you, of course I'm sure!"

"I know, I mean... health wise. You have recently been shot."

He grinned, "I'm sure you'll take care of me." He shuffled back, wincing a little, before making himself comfortable against the pillows. "You have a nice bed," he said, closing his eyes.

"Oi!" I said, getting on. He opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"Sorry, sorry." He sat up a little and pulled off his t-shirt, slowly. I would have thought he was doing it deliberately to be annoying had his chest not had two huge gauze patches on it.

God, I thought to myself, why is that so sexy? He was like Leonardo Di Caprio in "Romeo and Juliet"when he'd gotten shot by Tybalt, except the rocker, tattooed version... ok he didn't exactly look like Leonardo, but the effect was the same.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"You're staring at me."

"Yes, I am. Is that not allowed?" I said with a smile.

"Not unless I have something to stare at too," he said, with a smile.

I rolled my eyes and unbuttoned my shirt. He looked at me as if he was drinking me in. "What?" I asked, in the same manner he had.

He looked at my face, grinning, "I'm savouring the colours." I had a moment to think what the hell? Before he was kissing me, fiercely. I melted into him. Finally, I thought, about bloody time.

A/N Hope you guys liked, please review, this the penultimate chapter. AH! And I am sorry, you guys will probably wish I'd finished it last chapter, I'm just no good at all this fluff! Darn it!