Quick update because I'm bored. This may actually be my favourite fic I've written so far actually it's addictive. The reason I'm updating twice within 24 hours, the time is currently 1.30 in the morning LOL :) Enjoy x

"I still don't get why you made me wait a whole fucking day Declan"

"Dad it's ten hours, hardly a day. Do you really think I would have driven you to the airport at eleven at night, no flight, pissed out ya brains?"

Brendan smirked.

"No didn't think so. Come on hurry up we'll be late"

"When did you grow up eh?" Brendan looked at him adoringly, remembering just how much of his life he'd missed out on, all because of his stupidity, the things he'd put Eileen through within their marraige, sacrificing seeing his baby boys grow up. "You'll always be my little boy."

"Shut up." Declan replied cheeks flushing, showing his embarrassment.

Brendan grabbed his suitcase from the floor, after fussing with it trying to get it shut for over twenty minutes previous, rearranging the inside and making Declan sit on it so he could prize the zip to close. He didn't even have a plan what he was going to do when he got to Hollyoaks. You couldn't exactly run up to somebody who had memory loss and explain how you used to be a big part of their life, how you were both totally head over heels for each other could you? No.

"Sure you'll be okay? Your Ma said you can go back there whenever you want, don't need to stay by yourself you know?"

"Dad… I'd rather slit my wrists than go and stay with her. I'm fine, I'll be fine…"

"And no friends. Or girls. Definitely no girls. Too young to be a granddad I am" Brendan gave him a nudge to lighten the mood a little – even though he was deadly serious.

"Wouldn't class 36 as young myself but…"

"Oi! I'm in my prime I am…"

"Too much information dad! Oh my god! Hurry up you'll miss you're flight."

"Love ye son"

"You too grandad."

"Hm. Definately no girls. Promise me."

"Promise! Go!"

The flight over to England was quick, quicker than he ever remembered it being anyway. He hated flying if truth be told, it wasn't top of the things he loved. It was all worth it though, just to even get a glimpse of Steven, it would be a bonus to actually get a conversation out of him. Collecting his case was rather straight forward too, it was one of the first off the conveyor belt seen as Brendan was one of the last people to check in. He heaved it off the belt - heaved because it was so fucking heavy. He couldn't decide what to pack. Suits? Trackys? Long shorts? He'd ended up packing most clothes, after all he didn't have any idea how long he'd be staying for. Best to be safe than sorry right?

He walked outside the terminal, flagging down a taxi.

"Where to mate?"

"Hollyoaks?"

"So literally the same journey I've just done?" The driver replied, starting his engine and setting off.

"Oh really? Who was that? I'm from round here, spent 3 or four years here a few years ago."

"The famous Mitzeee Minniver? Know her?"

"Oh Anne. Yep I know her. I know her alright" Brendan replied, smile plastered across his face.

"Oh you know her personally? She's hot right mate? Hold on are you and her..?"

"No. Mitzeee isn't really my type truth be told."

"Oh who is then? Kelly Brook's mine."

"Um not sure really. Spose that guy from The Script is alright" Brendan laughed. It wasn't very often he was as open as this with his sexuality, but boy was it worth it seeing the taxi driver's face drop in the rear view mirror, trying to concentrate on his driving but just seeing his shocked face instead.

"Oh. Sorry I didn't realise"

"It's fine."

The rest of the journey was quiet to say the least. The driver was obviously embarrassed, and didn't really know how to respond to the sudden death of the conversation.

"Hollyoaks mate."

"Thanks." Brendan handed him some money. "Keep the change"

Getting his suitcase out from the boot of the car was harder than getting it off the belt at the airport.

"I need to work out" Brendan thought to himself, noticing the new gym across the road, wondering if Steven would be using it aswell. Had he developed muscles since the accident? Had he gone to physio? Had he dyed his hair? All these questions were running through his head.

He got his phone out, searching his contacts, hoping the person he was ringing still had the same number.

"Hi Anne's phone who's calling?"

"Guess who."

"No idea. Another clue?"

"We kinda dated but kinda didn't?"

Something must have clicked in that little exchange alerting Mitzeee to Brendan's gruff Irish accent.

"BRENDAN?! BRENDAN IS THAT YOU?"

"Double B himself. Was just wondering if I could maybe stay with ye for a bit?"

"Yeah sure. When? I can't wait to see you! Hold on why can't you stay with Cheryl? Hold on knock at the door, one second I'll get rid of them."

She opened the door.

"I hope you won't get rid of them, cos I was hoping to spend a bit of time with ye?"

He'd hardly finished his sentence before she had flung her arms around him kissing his cheek.

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Here I am..." Brendan replied, gesturing to himself. "Brendan himself"

"Come in! Drink? We need a catch up big time!"

Remembering last night, his conversation with his eldest boy Brendan shook his head. "No, I'll just have a coke or something please. Need a clear head."

"Why? For Cheryl?"

"Partly. She's got visitors."

"Oh yeah I heard Amy was coming to stay. They've got weirdly close since you left you know. I don't get it, didn't they hate eachother at some point?"

"Steven's here aswell..."

"Ste's here? Brendan, your not supposed to be here when Ste's here! You promised them both!"

"Look's like I broke it then. Oops." Brendan smiled, and Mitzeee joined him. She understood him, she understood he had changed for the better. She knew how strongly he felt about a certain young lad.

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