A/N: It took a while, but here's the last chapter of this story!

Thanks for your comment, wtchcool - and also thanks for pointing out the mistake in the last chapter, I've fixed it now. Since English isn't my first language, I guess there are many more grammatical errors in my writing, so if any of you notice anything else just let me know ;)

Thanks for reading, it means the world!

As chance would have it, Douglas arrived at the airfield the next morning at exactly the same time as Martin. But instead of getting out of his van, Martin kept sitting in it, making himself busy with cleaning out his glove compartment. It was clear to Douglas that the younger man wanted to avoid him, but he needed to talk to Martin, to set things right.

So Douglas kept standing there in front of Martin's old van, until the captain gave up and reluctantly got out of the car.

"Good morning, Douglas," Martin said, a forced smile on his face. He avoided looking at Douglas as he started walking towards MJN Air's little office. He felt terrible; he hadn't drunk that much in years. And then of course, there was that stupid, stupid kiss, that he had tried to forget by drinking even more alcohol.

"Martin, please, can we talk about what happened yesterday?"

"No, why? You'll only make fun of me," said Martin and walked even faster than before, but Douglas managed to get hold of his arm and caused him to stop.

"Martin, it's all fine. I didn't mind. I - quite liked it, in fact."

Martin looked completely startled. "Y-y-you - what?"

Douglas rolled his eyes, then he put both his hands on Martin's shoulders, pulled him closer, and kissed him.

"Do you get it now?" he asked after they had pulled apart, a little out of breath.

Martin still looked a bit confused, as if he couldn't quite believe what was going on between him and his first officer. "Do you mean-"

Whatever Martin had wanted to say, he was interrupted by Carolyn. "Uhhh, what did I just see there?"

"Damn," mumbled Douglas, before he turned around and greeted Carolyn with a faked smile.

Martin's face had turned red, and he started stammering. "Uh, hi, Carolyn, I - wh-what just happened, I- I mean -"

"It's none of my business," she said, much to Martin's surprise, who didn't notice the sneaky look in her eyes. But Douglas did, and suddenly remembered the bet with Carolyn. He hadn't thought about it since he had asked Martin out for Duxford Air Museum; there had been more important things on his mind. What mattered most now was to avoid Martin getting to know about the bet, because it would hurt him too much. Douglas simply couldn't let that happen.

Silently, the three of them walked into the porta cabin. "Where's Arthur, by the way?" asked Martin as he sat down in front of his desk.

"Just talking to some chap out in the car park," Carolyn answered, and then, "Oh, I think here they come."

And she was right, because the office door swung open and in walked Arthur, followed by a tall, dark haired man, that seemed vaguely familiar to Douglas.

"Good morning chaps," beamed Arthur, "may I introduce: Giorgio De Luca! He's an actual Italian, can you believe that?"

"Yes Arthur," answered Douglas, "I rather think we can."

"I'm the new assistant airfield manager," said Giorgio.

"Yeah, it's brilliant!" Arthur added. "Now this is mum, um, I mean mum for me and Carolyn for you, that's Douglas over there, and then there's -"

"Wait," Giorgio interrupted, looking at Douglas, "don't I know you? Yes, you were picking up that really drunk pilot at the pub last night!"

Now Douglas remembered where he had seen the Italian before. He was one of the men who had been sitting at the table with Carl and Martin.

Carolyn jumped up from her chair. "What? Douglas, which drunk pilot did you pick up yesterday?" Before Douglas could say anything, she turned to face Martin. "Now how much exactly did you drink yesterday, Martin? Tell me!" she demanded to know.

Only now did the Italian see Martin in the room. "Oh, you're here. I didn't think you would have been able to get out of bed this morning, let alone fly a plane. Well, good for you."

"That's enough," Carolyn said furiously. "Martin, you are obviously not fit to fly. And I won't hear your stupid excuses," she added as soon as Martin opened his mouth. "Really, I would have thought you were a more responsible pilot than to consider flying with residual alcohol in your blood. Now get yourself a taxi and go home."

Without another attempt to change her mind, Martin grabbed his stuff and left the room.

"Bye skip," shouted Arthur after him, but Martin only waved his hand absentmindedly.

Giorgio left the office a moment after Martin, followed by Arthur, who wanted to introduce him to the other workers at the airfield, leaving Douglas and Carolyn alone in the room.

"My, my, Douglas, I never would have guessed you were the sort of person who would only make a move when his partner his drunk. But I saw the kiss, so congratulations, you've won! I'm going to wash your car."

"You've won what?"

Douglas and Carolyn both turned around to the door, where Martin was standing, his face blank.

"Martin, I thought you'd gone home," exclaimed Carolyn. Douglas only looked at Martin, fully ashamed of himself and unable to say anything.

"I-I forgot my jacket," said Martin, and now searched for Douglas's eyes, who looked down at his desk. "Douglas, what is all this about?"

Carolyn slowly walked towards the door. "I should probably let you two discuss this on your own," she said apologetically and left the room.

"Well?" Martin asked, but he couldn't longer hide the hurt look on his face. It broke Douglas's heart, but he realized that he owed Martin the truth.

"It was a bet, between Carolyn and me, to see if I could make you fall in love with me." He finally looked up into Martin's face. "I'm sorry, Martin, I am sorry. I realize what a mistake this was, I never should have -"

Douglas was interrupted by Martin's furious voice. "You mean this was all just a game for you?! Oh, let's try to get this stupid little pilot to love me, how much fun that would be! But I'm not just somebody's pawn, least of all yours!"

"No, Martin!" Douglas exclaimed, but the pilot turned around and stormed towards the door. In an attempted to stop him from leaving, Douglas got up and stood in front of the door to block it.

"Now would you please listen to me?" Douglas asked, but Martin shook his head in anger.

"No, why would I? Everything you told me was a lie!"

"But it wasn't, can't you see that? None of the things I said to you had anything to do with that bet. Well, it was the reason I asked you out, but that's all, I swear!" Douglas had never felt so desperate before, not even during the divorce from Helena.

"Why on earth should I believe that?" Martin asked, and now Douglas did something the captain hadn't expected at all. He grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and kissed him. And oh, what a kiss it was.

When their lips finally parted, Martin was completely out of breath, his forehead still leaned against Douglas's.

"Do you believe me now?" asked Douglas, and Martin nodded. "I'm sorry I hurt you," continued Douglas, "I promise I will never do it again."

On the other side of the door stood Carolyn, a satisfied smile on her face. She had known her plan of getting the two pilots together would eventually work out.