Thank you for reviews, I thought I'd leave to to dangle an extra night which is why there was no upload last night.

'I just.. I feel really… I just gotta sit down..'

'No, Tara, don't, keep standing up ok, just keep talking to me!'

'No, I.. everything's spinning, I… I gotta..' Her voice was growing faint. 'I'm just.. this tree..'

At the flat in London, Vince heard the rustling of leaves as Tara sat on the floor, a muffled noise a little like a thump, then nothing. 'Tara!'

Geoff looked ahead of him through the darkness, and saw the girl slump to the ground next to a tree. Perfect..

He stepped closer, staring lustfully at the petit young body, when something rustled above him, and a shadow flew across the sky. It was a carpet… with a man on it.

'Christ!' he exclaimed, stepping back a little.

Naboo flew the carpet closer, but didn't land. 'Get the fuck away from her.'

Geoff recovered from the initial shock and looked up at Naboo. Never mind the fact that he appeared to be on a flying carpet, the bloke was still half his size, and threatening him. Geoff scoffed a little. 'Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do to stop me?'

Naboo's chocolate eyes turned to coals, and all the air around him seemed to darken as the carpet drew him closer. 'You don't wanna know' he said in a low and dangerous voice.

Geoff looked up at the tiny man who was towering above him again. He thought. 'Uh, no mate, you're alright, I'm going, I'm off…' he hurried away into the night

Naboo quickly turned to Tara, and the darkness surrounding him melted away as he knelt by her side. He heard Vince's frantic voice from the phone that was lying on the floor next to her.

'Tara! Tara! Please, answer! Say something! Tara!'

He picked it up. 'Vince, I'm here.'

'Naboo? Oh thank god.' At the other end of the phone, Vince leant against Howard for support, who moved his head closer to the electro poof's so he could hear Naboo better.

'How is she?' asked Vince.

'She's completely out, but she looks alright. I'm gonna take her to a doctor though, to be sure.'

'Alright, you're sure she's ok though?'

'Yeah Vince, don't worry, I'll look after her. I'll call you if I need to, home as soon as I can.'

'Thanks Naboo. See ya soon.'

'Bye Vince.' Naboo put Tara's phone in his pocket next to Howard's. It is a little-known fact that two mobile phones, when left alone together, will engage in an epic battle of wills, each one trying to outwit the other into no-one quite knows what. This is what these two mobiles did, although Naboo failed to notice, as his mind was on far more important things.

He gently picked Tara up, placed her on the carpet next to him and flew to the nearest hospital he knew of – the closest one to the flat in London, where he'd once had to take Howard after he'd got in a fight with a fellow jazz fan about who was better – Dave 'Eyebrows' Kochanski, or Mickey Buttons, the Fingertip Kid.

Back at said flat, Howard had managed to guide Vince back to the sofa and now sat with a reassuring arm around his friend while Bollo made them each a cup of tea. 'Don't worry Vince, Tara safe with Naboo now, anyone come near her, he use magic to turn them into Russian lady's purse.'

'Yeah..' he replied softly.

'Yeah Vince, Naboo will make sure she's taken care of properly. Drink your tea up, and we'll put Mr Benn on until they get back yeah, you know how you like that.'

Vince objected slightly to being talked to as though he were a child, or suffering from some terrible debilitating illness, but perked up slightly once he got into another of Mr Benn's wonderful adventures.

Meanwhile, Naboo was flying the carpet back to London, with slightly less urgency than before but still as quickly as he could. He'd manoeuvred Tara to sit between his legs, leaning sideways against his chest. He steadied himself on the carpet with one hand, keeping the other arm wrapped around her, as well as whispering things to her and kissing the top of her head.

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