It's me again! So this is my update, as promised to those who read Path to Recovery.

I can't believe I'm getting so many reviews! Particularly as I left it for so long! I can't reply to them right now, because my internet connection's a bit wobbly, to say the least, but I'll respond in the next chapter, promise :). Just know that I am incredibly grateful :D.

So this one is all 'Boosh, because at this point in the story, I'm telling four points of view- Vince, Howard, Noel and Naboo. I'd done that scene in the bedroom in the last chapter, along with Noel's point of view, which meant I still had to do Naboo's. Then I realised that I needed to establish a separate PoV for Howard, for later on, and so I ended up with a chapter without ANY LuxCom in it. So sorry, but it's a chapter that needed to be done.

But, on a lighter note... TONY HARRISON AND SABOO! So, you know, it's sort of win-lose xD.

When Howard had finished 'looking', he took off his coat, hung up his hat, combed his moustache and then crossed to the door, turning to face Vince with his arms folded. The younger man had taken a position sprawled out on the bed with the latest edition of Top2Toe.

Howard cleared his throat, waiting to be noticed. After a good few minutes, Vince looked up.

"Hmm? Oh, I know. Brilliant, isn't it?"

"What are you on about?"

"My hair. You can't help being drawn to it. New conditioner- it's tops."

"I'm not interested in your hair, Vince."

Vince snorted. "'Course you are! You can't help it! That's theallure at work! There's no escaping the allure of my hair."

"'The allure of your hair'?" Howard repeated in disbelief. "Howard Moon isn't interested in hair, no sir!"

"So your ideal woman is bald?"

Howard paused, deciding to change the subject.

"Of course not, Vince," he snapped. "Are you just going to lie there all day?"

"I'm comfy."

"We're on holiday."

"So? You're supposed to relax on holiday."

"All you do at home is sit around. Why don't you get up and do something for a change, hmm?"

Vince stared blankly.

After a short silence, he spoke.

"Why have you taken your hat off?" he asked.

Howard resisted the urge to sigh, scream, or maybe jam his moustache comb up Vince's nose.

"It's rude to wear a hat in someone else's home, Vince."

"Is it?" Vince brightened and sprung up, producing a cowboy hat from thin air and fitting it on, gazing adoringly at his reflection in the mirror on the wall.

"Where did you get that?" Howard asked.

"Flat-pack-hats," he grinned. "Genius idea! I'm going to make a fortune!"

"Well take it off!"

"Oh come on, Noel's going to be well pissed off- that'll show him!"

"I don't think he'll be that worried."

Vince's face fell. "How come you took yours off then?"

"Because it's nice to make an effort, even if it isn't appreciated."

"Whatever," the younger man scoffed. "You are such an arse-kisser."

"It's not sucking up, Vince," Howard sighed, deliberately changing the phrasing so he could avoid swearing. "It's called having manners."

"Yeah, right. Next you'll be feeding him Jammie Dodgers from your hand and serenading him with Adele."

Then, without waiting for an answer, he brushed past Howard and opened the door.

"Coming?"

Naboo had just finished packing the last bag when there was a knock from downstairs. Rolling his eyes, he manoeuvred around the luggage in the middle of the front room and headed down the stairs. When he opened the front door, he was not impressed with what he found.

There stood Saboo, holding a bright yellow Tony Harrison at arm's length. A comical purple spot adorned the end of Tony's nose.

"What are you dicks doing here?" Naboo demanded.

"This idiot thought it would be a good idea to drink a whole vial of Shaman Flu," Saboo said disgustedly.

"It's not my fault!" Tony wheezed in a hoarse (hoarser than usual) voice. "I thought it was a glass of Sambuca!"

"I thought all the virus samples were destroyed?" Naboo asked.

"All but one, which we stored in the liquor cabinet, clearly labelled 'drink and die'," Saboo explained.

"I can't help it if nobody taught me to read!"

"Nothing's ever your fault, is it, Tony?"

"No! Everyone else is stupid- there's nothing I can do about it!"

"Fine then. I'll put you in a bin round the back, should I? Let's see how you handle that!"

"Shut up a minute!" Naboo interrupted. "Why have you come to me?"

"You're the only one who knows how to brew the antidote," Saboo sad grudgingly. "And can you do it quickly? I must have caught something from this twat by now."

As if on cue, Ton sneezed some orange goo onto Saboo's sleeve. Saboo wrinkled his nose.

"I can't do it," Naboo said, holding back a laugh when Tony sneezed again. The look on Saboo's face was priceless. "I'm going away for a bit."

"Do it before you go."

"It takes a week."

Saboo glared.

"Look, that isn't my problem. Dennis said Tony must be cured and no one else knows how to do it."

"Why can't we just let him die?" Naboo asked, prodding Tony idly on the forehead and receiving an indignant 'oi!' in the process.

"Apparently, he's a valued member of the team."

"Why? What does he even do?"

"Oi!" Tony said again, louder. "I've been shaman of the month for twelve months running. That makes me shaman of the year!"

Both Naboo and Saboo ignored him.

"What am I supposed to do? He'll probably be dead by the time I get back."

Saboo shrugged.

"We'll have to come with you," he said, a hint of malicious delight in his tone. Anything to ruin Naboo's holiday. "You can brew the potion while we're there."

"Oh, for God's sake," Naboo moaned.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," Saboo said callously, with a wicked grin on his face. "Them's the rules!"

Naboo eyed him for a moment, then sighed.

"You're a prick," he mumbled, opening the door and allowing them entry.

It was going to be a long holiday.

I really hope you enjoyed, and before I go, I have a question:

Would you like an IT Crowd fic? Yes or no? :D.

Okay, I'd best shut up so I can get this posted before the internet dies on me again.

Please, please, review! :D.