AN: About Ducky again: Well, as far as I know he has studied at the Edinburgh Medical College (I think it was in one of the Ari episodes he first mentioned it) also he's golf-crazed, as we all know.

Has something Scottish for me altogether...

But I don't think he really has a brogue, has he? In the few non-dubbed things I've seen so far.., well I'm not that sure about it anymore.

xxxxx

Dear Mum,

I'm sorry to tell you, but I think my granny fixation has just returned. Now, don't worry, it's not as worse as the time after Granny died when I was little.

I mean there recently was an incident that brought it all back just as bloody badly. I mean I met a lass, I really wished I could tell you more about her, she was soooo much older than me. (I'm not exaggerating!)

And, well, she tried to reassure me in everything I did in such a bloody charming way. At times I wanted to get to my knees and revere her. (Don't be jealous now. I'll do the same for you next Mother's Day, promised.)

And sometimes she reminded me of Granny so badly, that I just sat there and sighed for a bloody long time.

This'll stay a bugger in my head for awhile, I tell you. But at least there are not many elderly people around here I could run to and call "Granny", so nobody will find out.

You remember the last time I did very well, don't you? I must've been about four by then... That surely was a hard time for you. Sorry again for it.

Anyway I'm just happy that Lieutenant Ford hasn't got such a horrible fixation, the bairn. He had to call me grandpa, then.

I'll write again, soon.

Love, Carson.

xxxxx

Rodney shook his head with disbelief. Carson Beckett had a granny fixation! That surely was the revelation of the year. All right, he had always thought him to be a little babyish in some respect, but that was worse than his personal fixation for blondes with brains.

Smirking he pictured Carson running to Dr Weir with big, wet eyes, calling her Granny, as he pulled out a small letter that looked different from the others and it surely was, Rodney nearly broke down as he read it:

Dear Rodney,

When you'll be reading this, I'll have taken a Mars bar from your private stock.

Let's say it's kind of a forfeit for the three KitKat bars you have accidentally snatched from me some time ago, You can get it back... if you're quick enough, but, well I don't really think so. The temptation is just too bloody big. Consider it eaten by now.

If you can't stand the craving for revenge, please go crack Sheppard's reserves. I know from a safe source that he still possesses a pretty big stockpile of Power Bars and Snickers, hidden somewhere in the jumper hangar.

Regards, Carson

P.S.: No, you're not becoming hypoglycemic now!

xxxxx

Frigging Highlander!

Rodney was about to jump up and check his secret stock, but the realized that Carson had only pre-written this notice. And though, he swore that if he was ever to find out about the Scotsman having decimated his chocolate reserves, all the remaining KitKat bars under the loose floor tile would soon be gone.

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AN: Thanks for your attention. I think I'm going to do some special chapters for you in return, one surely to come out around Halloween.

How would y'all like that?