N.B. Well time for a lil bit of MM! Sorry to all for not updating this story earlier, but I have been having way too much fun writing the Strummer lol So here it is, the next instalment of the Sequel… Love, as always, to M & V, love you both! MWAHS! Xxx

Wanted to give a little mention to Lisa too… I know you are going through a very bad time hunni, but be strong and keep your chin up. I'm here if you need to talk… HUGS x

Chapter 21 Second Honeymoon

When leaving the villa to embark on their short break to Paris, Sam had literally had to drag his wife away. Donna had got emotional at the thought of leaving her baby boy for the very first time and had shed a few tears as she handed the babbling tot over to her best friends. She knew Max was in safe hands with the Dynamos, but that didn't stop the aching in her chest that stayed with her all the way to the airport on the mainland. Sam was carrying their bags, walking slightly ahead of her, when they entered the main departures building of the Greek airport. Calling the number for the hotel on her husband's cell, Donna let Sam go head to the enquiries desk, while she checked up on their son. After Rosie had assured Donna that Max was perfectly fine, she hung up and walked over to look at the departure board. There was only one flight leaving for Paris, but that wasn't due to take off for another three hours. Donna couldn't understand why Sam had made them leave for the airport so early and stood there shaking her head as he walked over to join her, luggage still in hand. He was smiling, knowing his wife was about to start asking him questions and knowing they had to hurry.

"Sam, the next flight to Paris isn't for another three hours." Said Donna, pointing up to the screen and turning her head to look at him. "Is there any reason we had to get here so early? We could've spent a bit more time with the kids."

Smiling, Sam placed both their holdalls in one hand. "We're not getting that plane sweetheart." He replied, throwing his arm around Donna's shoulder and guiding her through the terminal. "I thought my beautiful wife might want to travel in the lap of luxury." He continued, guiding her to a small desk by one of the smaller departure gates.

Donna was confused, narrowing her eyes at her husband as she watched him pass their passports over to a Greek lady, who had already greeted him personally by name. Retrieving the passports, Sam grinned at Donna and took her hand as they were ushered through a door and down some steps. The lady opened the door leading out to the tarmac and wished the Carmichael's a good flight to France. Looking ahead of her, Donna's jaw dropped open. A small private jet was awaiting them, with the two pilots already onboard waiting to depart. She couldn't believe Sam had done this for her, for them, but it was definitely the perfect way to start their second honeymoon, albeit a very short one. A huge smile spread across Donna's face as they walked the short distance to the steps leading up to the doors of the plane and Sam kept a tight hold on her hand. It turned out Sam had been very busy indeed, planning not only their renewed wedding vows, but this little surprise as well. It was a like a fairytale for Donna, going back to the place they had first met all those many years ago and on a privately own jet too.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael." Said a cheery official looking man. "Please mind the steps." He added with a smile and moving aside so the couple could board the jet.

Walking in and looking around, Donna found herself speechless, much to the amusement of her husband. Sam thanked the guy who welcomed them at the steps and waited for him to leave, securely closing the plane doors behind him. He then placed their luggage down and turned to face his still speechless wife. Moving closer to her, Sam pulled Donna into his arms and leant in for a kiss. Donna reciprocated, placing her arms around her husband's neck and feeling herself relax against his masculine frame. All thoughts of the children and the villa, temporarily dissolved from her mind as she melted into their loving kiss. Sam's arms were wrapped tightly around his wife's waist holding her close, until the Captain walked out from the cockpit and cleared his throat to subtly make his presence known to the couple. Donna giggled softly as Sam let her go and gave her a wink, before turning round to face the pilot.

"Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Carmichael." Said the man in a smart looking uniform. "I'm Captain Jim Marsh and will be in charge of your flight into Paris." He continued, holding out his hand to shake Sam's, as Donna took a seat on a luxurious cream leather sofa and smiled up at them. "Anything you need to ask before we set off?"

Smirking, Sam slowly nodded. "Can I ask that we're given total privacy until we land?" He asked quietly, as not to embarrass his wife, who was now already opening the chilled bottle of Champagne she'd found on a table nearby.

Now smirking too, Captain Marsh nodded. "Not a problem Mr. Carmichael. Enjoy the fight sir." He replied, turning and walking back into the cockpit, locking the door.

Turning back to his wife, Sam smiled sweetly at her when she held a glass of the bubbly liquid out for him and motioned for him to take a seat next to her on the long sofa taking up one side of the small plane. He took the glass and did as she asked, clinking glasses with Donna's as he slid next to her and placed another quick kiss on her lips. She still hadn't said anything since they boarded the jet, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her face, let him know she was very impressed with what he'd organised for them. Taking a sip of Krystal Champagne, Donna peered round at her surroundings, still trying to take everything in and giggled when she turned her attention back to her husband. She had never travelled by private jet before, but she got the impression it wasn't the first time her husband had.

"So can I ask how you managed this?" Donna finally asked, placing her hand on Sam's knee and taking another sip of her drink as she gazed into his eyes.

Taking a sip of his own drink, Sam nodded. "I called in a favour." He answered, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on the tip of his wife's nose, causing her to laugh.

"Who from, Hugh Heffner?" Donna said, still laughing and looking back round at the décor. "You know, I always wanted to meet him." She finished, peering back at Sam and topping up their glasses with the expensive bottle of Krystal.

"Why?" Asked Sam frowning, wondering why his beautiful wife would ever want to meet the old Playboy founder.

Holding back a laugh, Donna kept a straight face. "Well he's into blondes and he's extremely rich. Does that answer your question darling?" She responded, watching her husband feign a hurt expression and still managing not to burst out laughing.

Placing his glass down in a sunken cup-holder, Sam moved even closer to Donna. "Well so am I." He whispered, by her ear before placing a trail of slow seductive kisses on her neck.

Hearing the engines start up on the plane and Captain Marsh announce over the intercom, that they would be talking off in a few minutes, Sam paused from his kisses. He took his wife's hand and pulled her up to sit in two large forward facing chairs for the take off. Fastening their seatbelts, the Carmichael's held hands and the plane began to move away from the terminal building and start its taxi towards the runway. It wasn't much longer until they were up in the air and on their way to the romantic city of Paris. Donna rested her head on her husband's shoulder, closing her eyes and allowing the peaceful lull of the engines to relax her. Having other ideas rather than taking a nap, Sam ran his hand up Donna's leg, making her jump and causing her to open her eyes to look up at him. The first thing she noticed was his cheeky smile and then the trademark wiggle of his eyebrows, alerting Donna of her husband's plans for them. She shook her head and giggled, as Sam unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her closer towards him.

"What do you think you're doing Sam?" Whispered Donna, closing her eyes at the sensation of her husband now placing slow, teasing kisses along her jaw line.

Pausing and looking up into Donna's eyes, Sam smiled at her. "I thought we could earn you your membership sweetheart." He answered, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting up to stand in front of her. "Into the mile high club." He continued, holding his hand out to Donna and pulling her into his arms when she took it.

Laughing, Donna ran her hands down the front of Sam's shirt. "Oh you did?" She asked, toying with the buttons and biting her lip as she stared into his eyes.

Nodding, Sam ran his hands down Donna's side, gathering the fabric of her top and slowly easing it up over her body. She played along, raising her arms and allowing her husband to pull the black t-shirt completely off, throwing to the side. Now stood in her jeans and bra, Donna levelled the playing field and swiftly helped her husband to slip out of his shirt, before working on the buckle of his belt. Sam cupped his wife's face in his hands and leaned in close for a kiss, running the tip of his tongue across her slightly parted lips. Finally undoing her husband's jeans, Donna was in the process of easing them down, fast becoming turned on at the thought of what they were about to do. She smiled, feeling Sam walking her backwards and pushing her down onto the cream leather sofa, as he stepped out of his jeans and knelt down to rest between her legs. They didn't say a word, simply staring lovingly into one another's eyes, as Sam unbuttoned his wife's jeans and pulled them down, along with her slinky panties. It may have been a risky situation, but Donna knew Sam would've assured their privacy with the pilots beforehand, having this in mind all along. She raised her hips to allow Sam to remove her clothing and gasped quietly as he started to kiss his way up her body. Leaving a trail of wet, kisses on his way up over his wife's flat stomach, he slid his hands behind her back, to unhook her black bra. Donna was now fully exposed to him, as he pressed himself against her and moved them to lie down on the sofa.

"You're beautiful." Sam whispered, taking in the sight of his wife's pert breasts and then looking up into her green eyes. "So beautiful."

Smiling, Donna ran her hands through her husband's hair, bringing them to a rest at the back of his neck. She knew his words were sincere and it made her feel so wanted, as she guided his head towards hers and smothered his lips with her own. Their kiss was soon deep and passionate, tongues entwining as they played against each other. Sam slid his hand between their bodies, over Donna's stomach and directly between her legs. His fingers moved gently against her womanhood, taking his time working on her clitoris, knowing what effect it always had on her. It worked. Within a few seconds, Donna was moaning into his mouth, feeling herself getting wet for him in an instant. Sam was turned on too, but wanting to pleasure his wife first, he answered her body's silent plea and slid two fingers into her. He could feel that she was ready for him, so after a few minutes of his sensual foreplay, Sam withdrew his touch and replaced it with his solid erection. They both moaned in unison, their bodies moving against each other's in a slow, rhythmic motion. Donna broke from their deep kiss, to breathe much needed air into her lungs and raked her nails across Sam's shoulders when he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and placed his mouth over her rock hard nipple. He played with it, flicking it with his tongue, before nipping it between his teeth. Donna was slowly been teased towards to point of no return, her body writhing beneath her husband's, needing him to go deeper. She parted her legs further, feeling Sam picking up the pace within her and moaning at the sensational feeling she was giving him.

"Oh Sammmm." Moaned Donna quietly, guiding his head back up to hers.

Sliding his arm under his wife's body, Sam kissed her with force as he grabbed hold of her ass cheek, holding her in place and pumping harder into her. The soft leather sofa beneath their hot bodies, was now sticking to them and causing them both to perspire more, but it wasn't going to stop them now. They were too lost in the moment to care about that or anything else and knowing they would be reaching their sexual peak at any minute. Donna could feel herself fast approaching a climax and wrapped her legs tighter around her husband's waist, squeezing her pelvic floor muscles as she did. The feeling was unbelievably intense for Sam, making him groan desperately into his wife's mouth. A few more strategic thrusts and Donna was there, as too was her husband. They came together, grinding against each other and prolonging the amazing feeling for as long as they could. Donna's chest was heaving, as she finally relaxed her legs to her husband's sides and slowly parted from their kiss. Sam held her close for a few moments, smiling as he planted soft kisses on her lips as way of a thank you.

"Welcome to the club Mrs. Carmichael." Said Sam with a small chuckle, as he slowly withdrew from his wife and adjusted his underwear.

Laughing, Donna sat up and retrieved her underwear from the floor. "Why thank you Mr. Carmichael." She replied, pulling her panties back on, along with her jeans.

After getting themselves redressed, the Carmichael's settled back in their seats for the rest of the short flight and sipped on the last of the Champagne whilst they talked. It felt good to share some much needed time to themselves, without the pressure of running the hotel and looking after their family. With everything that had gone on over the past year, this was definitely what they both needed to ensure their marriage stayed on track this time. Even though their time spent in France would only be a few days, Sam was determined to make the most of it and show his precious wife just how much she meant to him.

Walking into their large suite at The Ritz, the first thing Sam did was run his wife a hot bath. The weather outside was positively freezing and far from what Donna was used to back in Greece, making her shiver all the way from the airport. It was early evening and before he made dinner reservations for the hotel's award winning restaurant, Sam called the villa to check up on the kids. Ben had answered the phone and chatted to his father for a while, telling him all was alright and that baby Max was already snuggled up in bed. Hanging up after ending the conversation, by telling his son to be good, Sam then rang the reception to reserve a table and went to check on his wife. He walked into the huge bathroom and smiled at the sight of his wife actually snoozing as she laid in the bath. Donna had only been in there a matter of minutes, but Sam figured she was tired due to the lack of sleep the night before and from the amount of times they'd made love since then. Sitting down at the edge of the bathtub, Sam leant forward and gently stroked the hair away from Donna's face, causing her to open her eyes and look up at him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry darling." She said apologetically, placing her wet hand over his and turning her head slightly to kiss his palm. "I don't know what came over me, but I'm just so tired."

"You don't have to apologise sweetheart. I want you to relax while we're here." Replied Sam, tenderly stroking his wife's cheek with his thumb. "I booked us a table in the restaurant downstairs, but how about we scrap that and order some room service instead? At least we'll be fresh to go exploring tomorrow morning then." He suggested, then leaning forward to plant a kiss on her lips before standing up.

Peering up at her thoughtful husband, Donna smiled sweetly at him. "Only if you're sure." She said, sitting up in the warm water and grabbing the facecloth.

"I'm sure beautiful." Sam responded, giving her a wink as he left Donna to finish her bath off in peace.

A few minutes later, Donna let the water out of the bathtub and climbed out. She got dry and wrapped herself in a complimentary robe before walking out to join her husband in the bedroom. Sam was lying on the bed, flicking through the channels on the TV and smiled when Donna climbed on to join him. It didn't take her long to get comfortable, snuggling up close against him and resting her head on his chest. As she relaxed, Donna's mind started to wander back to thoughts of her baby boy and the shouting match she'd had with Sophie before she left Greece. Noticing his wife's silence, Sam hooked his finger under her chin and guided her face up to meet his.

"What are you thinking about darling?" Asked Sam, gazing deeply into Donna's ocean green eyes.

Sighing, Donna ran her hand over the front of Sam's shirt. "The kids." She replied simply, making him smile at her. "Do you think Max is okay without us there?"

Placing a kiss on her forehead, Sam gave Donna a tight squeeze. "I spoke to Ben and Max is fine. He's already in bed. The boys are actually staying in tonight to look after him and Emma." He continued, shaking his head at the thought of his older sons babysitting instead of partying. "Amazing isn't it?"

Thinking about what her husband just said, Donna frowned. "They're looking after Emma? So where is Sophie?" She asked, wondering why the boys would be looking after her grandchild too.

Sam didn't reply straight away, knowing his wife wasn't going to be happy with his answer. "Are you ready to order something to eat? I'm starving." He finally came back with, still holding his wife in his arms as he reached over to the bedside table to pick up the menu. "They have oysters, do you fancy some?" He continued, totally avoiding the topic of their daughter's whereabouts and scanning over the room service menu.

As if she would fall for that. Donna removed her husband's arm from around her and sat bolt upright. She could feel her whole body suddenly tensing up as she turned to look at Sam. He was hiding something from her, although he had already well and truly dropped himself in it by mentioning what their son had told him over the phone a short while earlier. Donna knew he was probably only trying to protect her, or keep the peace, but he couldn't just say something like that and then change the subject without explaining. Keeping his eyes focused on the menu, Sam didn't even look up at his wife, but he could feel her silent stare burning right through him. He should've kept his mouth shut and then Donna would have been non the wiser about what was going on back in Greece, keeping her sweet in the process… Shit, I've done it now, Sam thought to himself, finally looking up at her.

"Answer me Sam." Said Donna, her tone strict and low as she stared at him. "Where is Sophie going, that she requires someone to watch over her child?"

Sighing, Sam placed the menu down on the bed next to him. "You're not going to like it." He said, staring straight back into his wife's narrowed eyes. "But apparently, Sophie is going out on a date with Ryan tonight."

Shaking her head, Donna took a deep breath. "Oh and you weren't going to tell me?" She asked, her tone still low and now tinged with anger.

"I didn't want to because I knew you would react like this." Sam replied, keeping his voice calm, as he reached out to stroke his wife's cheek.

Turning her back on her husband, Donna rolled her eyes. "Well that's just great." She said quietly, laying down and closing her eyes.

Sighing, Sam looked down at her and shook his head. He knew she was pissed, but what he didn't know is if she was more pissed at him, or the situation back in Greece… Their daughter was a grown woman, one that could make her own decisions and chose her own destiny. Donna was very protective over Sophie and rightly so. She had gone through a lot over the past few years, what with having a child of her own and being messed around by Sky. Without the love and support of her mother, Sophie was the first to admit that she probably wouldn't have got through it as well as she had and that she was eternally grateful for having her there along with her father… He thought about it for a few moments. This was going to go one of two ways; they could argue about the fact the Donna needed to let go a little and give Sophie some space, or he could say something encouraging to humour her and get on with the rest of their short second honeymoon. Funnily enough, Sam decided on the latter.

"Turning your back on me isn't going to help." Sam teased, grabbing his wife's shoulder and pushing her onto her back. "You know you being angry turns me on darling." He continued, swiftly moving on top of her robed body and pinning her arms above her head as she tried to push him away.

"Yes well that says it all doesn't it Samuel?" Hissed Donna, watching her husband pout at her, mocking her anger. "Thinking more about getting laid, than what trouble your daughter might be getting into back at home."

Not rising to the bait, Sam moved his head closer to Donna's and forcefully pecked her lips. "Don't you worry your pretty little head woman. I already have Rosie and Tanya on the case. They're not going to let her do anything stupid now are they?" He said, with a smug smile as she stared back into his eyes. "Not if they have to answer to you anyway."

It didn't look like the light hearted banter was working as well as usual and Sam gave up, moving off his wife to let her be. He sat back down on his side of the bed and went back to reading through the room service menu. Not saying anything, Donna got up and walked out the bedroom. She needed a drink to calm her down and something strong at that. Looking at the shelf above the fully stocked mini-bar, Donna found just the thing, a nice bottle of scotch. Pouring herself a large measure, she took a sip and thought things through… Her husband was right, the Dynamos would keep a close eye on her daughter and step in if they thought she was about to make a mistake. Her two best friends knew how she felt about Sophie rushing into things too fast and had been known to offer her advice on other occasions. For some reason, Sophie always seemed to listen to them, more than her and as long as her daughter listened, that was all that mattered… Realising she had been far too hard on Sam, when all he was doing was trying to protect her, Donna downed her large scotch and went back to the bedroom to make it up to him.

"I'm sorry." Said Donna, pausing in the doorway and waiting for her husband to look up at her. "It's not your fault baby, I shouldn't have taken it out on you." She carried on, walking over to the bed and climbing on.

Sam was surprised it had taken so little time for his wife to come round and rested back against his pillow as he watched her crawling towards him. Coming to a stop, Donna hovered closely over her husband and smiled seductively at him before leaning in closer to tenderly kiss his lips. He didn't respond at first, wanting his wife to work hard at showing him just how sorry she was and when her hand slid down to the crotch of his jeans, she did just that. Donna was teasingly caressing him through the fabric and continuing her kisses to his now slightly parted lips, feeling his arousal growing under her touch. She would have carried on, taking it to the next level, if Sam hadn't been trying to play hard to get. Placing one last prolonged kiss on her husband's lips, Donna then sat up and grabbed the menu he'd been scrutinising over for so long.

"Okay what are we going to have to eat?" She asked cheerfully, checking out what the hotel had to offer and ignoring the smirk that had fallen upon her husband's face.

Playing Donna at her own game, Sam climbed off the bed. "Why don't you order us something and I'll go shower." He replied, unbuttoning his shirt as he then walked away towards the bathroom.

So Sam was going to make her wait and Donna was going to go along with him, knowing that when he eventually gave in, it would be worth it. There was no way he was going to bring her to the city of love and let a little argument ruin things between them, by withholding sex as a punishment. He was a man, he couldn't abstain for that long. Donna knew as soon as they'd eaten and settled into bed, she'd have her husband begging for it.

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After eating breakfast and downing copious cups of fresh coffee, the Carmichael's were ready to venture out for the day... As Donna had predicted, Sam had caved in the previous night and literally begged her to make love to him, when he'd caught a flash of what she'd slipped into under her robe. Of course she had obliged and after spending hours making love, the early morning wake up call from the reception, hadn't really been a welcomed one. Sam had been the first to get up, running a shower and dragging his now naked wife in with him, waking her up fully… Walking hand in hand with her husband through the hotel lobby, Donna pulled her full-length black winter coat tighter at the neck and braced herself for the cold Parisian day that was about to hit her. It was absolutely freezing as they began a slow stroll up Rue de la Paix and Sam threw his arm around his wife to warm her up. They were a fair few miles from the main attractions of the city, so after reaching a much busier street, he flagged down a taxi. There was somewhere he wanted to take his wife, somewhere that would bring back a few memories for her.

"It's so beautiful isn't it?" Said Donna, taking Sam's hand once more as they both got out the taxi.

Looking up the old cobbled street ahead of them, Sam nodded. "Yes it is." He replied, starting to walk and squeezing her hand. "Come with me, there's something I want to show you."

Turning a corner, Sam came to a stop and peered down the already busy street. They were not far from the Musee du Louvre, a place he knew his wife had loved to visit while she was travelling and somewhere that held fond memories for them both. Donna stared ahead at the street in front of her and took in the lines of restaurants and cafes that lined it. She instantly knew where Sam had brought her and her heart began to beat faster when she realised it had hardly changed at all in over twenty years… It was the street where she and Sam had first bumped into each other and she had stared deeply into his eyes for the very first time. The memory was as vivid as ever; the way he had turned to look at her, the way he had smiled and the way his Irish/American accent had captured her heart when he apologised to her… Donna's mouth curled into a soft smile, as she dreamily thought back to the encounter. Sam was now smiling too, staring at his wife as he pulled her into his arms.

"I take it you remember?" Sam said quietly, as Donna snapped out of her thoughts and gazed back into his steely blue eyes.

Smiling Donna nodded. "Of course I do. This is where you rudely barged passed me and nearly knocked me over." She answered, reaching up to place her glove covered hand on his cheek.

"Erm, I think you'll find it was the other way round darling." Sam responded, leaning in close to gently kiss his wife's soft lips.

Pulling back, Donna shook her head. "No. You apologised and then followed me into a café just up there." She said, turning her head and pointing up the road. "In fact, I think you might have been stalking me." She added with a small giggle, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"Yes, but I got you in the end." Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling Donna in close for a deep, passionate kiss, much to the amusement of the people walking by.

Finally parting from their kiss, Sam took Donna's hand and guided her up the street. It was there, the café they had sat and talked in for hours, until Donna had had to leave to go and meet her friends for a gig they had lined up. Walking in, Sam ordered two coffees before they took a seat at a table for two by the window. The décor had changed quite a bit, but it was still the same place to them and Donna couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she sat next to her husband and gazed into his eyes… It felt as though they had finally come full circle in their lives; this was the place their relationship had first bloomed and now after renewing their wedding vows, they were back here where it had all started. What had gone on in between was another matter. Parted for so many years, each secretly wanting the other and been thrown back together in a moment of madness…

"I love you Sam." Whispered Donna, now completely overcome with emotion and feeling a stray tear tickle down her cheek.

Placing his hand on the back of her head, Sam guided his wife towards him. "And I love you Donna." He whispered in response, as he placed his lips to hers and slowly kissed her.

The heartfelt moment was soon interrupted by the waiter bringing their drinks to the table and putting them down in front of the couple, thanking them with a 'merci'. Silence fell over the Carmichael's as they sipped on their drinks and gazed out of the window, taking in the sights of the busy street outside. It wasn't long until they had both finished and Sam paid before they left, to make their way to the Louvre. There was a gentle cool breeze blowing as they walked the short distance and the sight of Donna's long blonde hair moving playfully over her shoulders, made Sam smile when he thought about how she hadn't changed in so many years. She was attracting looks from other guys, but Sam didn't care. He knew she was his and that was all that mattered.

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The whole day had been magical for the Carmichael's; revisiting all the places they had loved when they were here many years ago and stopping to buy gifts for everyone back home. Even though it was bitterly cold, Donna had started to forget about it whenever her husband wrapped his strong arms around her. Now hungry from the day's sightseeing, Sam suggested they get a taxi back to the hotel and have a few warming drinks in the bar before heading out for dinner later. They arrived back at the hotel a short while later and Donna sat at the bar, ordering a couple of scotches, whilst Sam went to the restrooms. The drinks were placed in front of her and as she picked hers up to take a sip, Donna was suddenly aware of someone staring at her. She looked up to find a man sat a few seats away at the bar, smiling at her.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask." The man said in a French accent, picking up his drink and sliding closer towards her. "But you are her aren't you?" He asked, then sitting down on the stool next to Donna's and smiling at her.

Smiling, Donna shook her head. "Who?" She asked, taking a sip of her scotch and wondering if this guy was making some strange attempt at a chat up line.

"Donna." The man replied, pointing at her briefly and smiling. "Of Donna and the Dynamos… Am I right?" He continued, nodding as he watched her mouth drop open at being recognised after all these years. "I was one of your biggest fans when I worked behind the bar in La Bar Dix."

Casting her mind back, it didn't take Donna long to remember the nights of performing there. It was quite a big place, with a great crowd and thanks to the help of Rosie, they had managed to secure a few weeks work there to earn some much needed cash. Tanya of course had struck up a firm friendship with the young barman, ensuring the free drinks kept flowing all night and they didn't have to spend any of their hard earned money whilst getting drunk. Racking her brain, the man now sat beside her became familiar and she even remembered his name.

"Oh my god… Philippe?" Donna said with a gasp, when the Frenchman nodded. "I can't believed you recognised me. It's been so long since I left Paris and I take it you're no longer a barman?" She added, motioning to the smart suit he was wearing.

Shaking his head, Philippe laughed. "No I left that behind years ago. I actually own a string of bars and restaurants around France and as for recognising you… Well, no one could forget you in a hurry." He replied, smiling at Donna and noticing her blushing at his last comment. "So tell me… How are those crazy friends of yours? Are you still in touch?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink and gesturing the barman over to top Donna's up.

Donna filled Philippe in on the Dynamos and must have gotten carried away talking to him, as she hadn't even noticed her husband walk in to find her chatting to another man. Sam had surveyed the situation and as a surge of jealousy struck him, he had turned and simply walked away. He had left his wife for a matter of minutes and she hadn't even noticed he hadn't come straight back to her. Entering the elevator, Sam made his way up to their hotel suite, knowing Donna would eventually come looking for him and then she could explain herself as to why she had allowed herself to be chatted up by someone other than her husband. He was pissed off. What had started off as a day of romantic reminiscing, had now turned into one of hurt and mistrust.

A.N. I am so sorry this was so shit guys, but it seems I have lost my flow with it. Hopefully it will come back and I will carry on with it… I totally understand if no one comments on this one.. V V disappointed with myself for putting up such crap! Loads of love, Liv x