Another update! Thanks for the reviews in the last chapter and i'm happy as well that no one died xD I'm close to completing my ER fanfic, so if anyone is interested, look out for that in the future!

Welsh National Anthem

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri
Ei gwrol ryfelwr, gwlad garwyr tra mad
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

Gwlad Gwlad,
Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bau
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau

--

The Dragon and the Rose

Chapter Twenty Two

What you did and what you do

Lucy picked up her ringing phone, a towel clad Charlie under one arm. 'Hello?' she asked breathlessly as Charlie struggled to get out her grasp.

'Hey, it's Libby! Do you want a game of baseball with me and Jenny?'

Lucy frowned, almost dropping Charlie as he managed to slip out. He ran, bare-bummed into the next room.

'Where are we going to play baseball?' she asked, thinking briefly of one of London's parks and wondering if there would be enough room with all the people.

'Don't worry about that; I've got it sorted. Are you in?'

'Sure. I'll just dress Charlie and we'll be right round. See you soon.' She hung up, putting the phone back on the hook before putting her hands on her hips. 'Charlie Michael Bovverington. If you're hiding in that washing basket again…'

Half an hour later found the group stood in Libby's front room, Lucy's eyebrows raised.

'I thought you meant baseball as in actual baseball. Not a computer game,' Lucy laughed.

'This isn't a computer game!' Libby protested, holding out the Wii remote. 'It's… It's just not, okay?' Lucy took the remote.

'What do I do with it?' she frowned, waving it a little.

'Swing it, mummy!' Charlie grinned, bouncing on the sofa with Jenny. 'Swing it like a bat and you'll hit the ball!'

Lucy nodded, biting her bottom lip as she swung the bat. She missed.

'It's not even in synch,' she laughed.

'Nah, you're just lousy.' Libby butted her out the way with her hip, swinging the Wii remote and hitting the ball. 'Home run! Oh, yes! Who's the master! Who's Baseball Queen?!'

--

Rhys struggled to his feet, steadying himself with his crutches. Tegan was sat on the sofa reading, Pete watching the scores on TV.

'I'm going out,' the Welshman said, hobbling towards the door quite quickly, considering he was on crutches. Tegan frowned, checking her watch.

'Rhys…' The door slammed shut, silencing her. Pete sighed.

'I'm sure he'll be back later.'

'I know… it's just. I know this sounds bad, but I don't trust him. Why is he going out? Where? He doesn't really know anyone down here.' Pete nodded in agreement.

'I'll watch him for a few days, okay?' Tegan hesitated for a moment, biting her bottom lip before nodding.

'Okay, but don't make it obvious.'

--

The man was waiting on the corner, hands in the pockets of his long, black trench coat, a cigarette hanging out of thin lips. He didn't look up as Rhys made his way over.

'You're late,' he said simply.

'It's not like I can move very fast,' Rhys spat back in annoyance. The man looked at him, eyes wandering up and down before shrugging.

'Have you got the stuff?' he asked, voice taking on a sudden urgent tone.

'Would I disappoint you?' smirked Rhys, patting his pocket. The man looked around, before taking a brown envelope out of his pocket. 'Is it all in there?'

'Yes.' Rhys pulled out his package and the two did a quick swap.

'If I get home and find out you've fucked me about…' Rhys threatened. 'These crutches make good weapons and it wouldn't be good if you get one shoved up your arse now, would it?'

The man shook his head. Rhys nodded, watching as he hurried off, already eager to get to the nearest public toilet and try out the drugs Rhys had sold him.

Rhys smiled, before turning and taking a step. He stumbled with his crutches, dropping one with a clatter on the ground.

A man stepped forward, bending to pick it up. Rhys swallowed as he met Pete's angry blue stare.

'I'm going to pretend I didn't see what I just saw,' he said, voice hard.

'You didn't see a fucking thing,' Rhys hissed. 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Pete came forward, shoving him against the wall.

'You fucking little cunt. I saved your arse and you repay me and your own fucking sister by selling drugs on the street?'

'So what? I didn't need your help back there. And anyway, it's not like I take the shit myself. I just get the money from it.'

'You make me sick.'

'Get the fuck off me.'

'Pete?' The blonde let go of Rhys, turning to glance at Swill who was looking uncertainly at them. 'Everything alright, mate?'

'Everything's sweet,' Pete replied, glaring at Rhys.

'Well, get your arse moving. We 'ave a score to settle with Libs and her Wii. She's top of the leaderboard, mate.' Pete nodded, as Swill walked past them.

'If you hurt Tegan because of this…' he threatened, before turning and following Swill down the street.

Rhys let out a shaky breath, before straightening up and slipping his arm back in the crutch.

--

Tegan sat in the Geography classroom, a pile of worksheets stacked in a pile in front of her. 'Mae hen wlad fy Nhadau yn annwyl i mi,' she sang softly to herself, as she marked through the paper of the Amazon Rainforest. 'Gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri.'

Tegan paused for a moment, frowning over an answer, before putting a cross beside it. 'Ei gwrol ryfelwr, gwlad garwyr tra mad. Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.'

'What're singing?' said a voice in the doorway. Tegan looked up to see Pete stood there, a smile on his lips.

'The Welsh National Anthem,' she replied as he came over to sit on one of the tables.

'How does it go again?' he teased. 'Eee honk won laa?'

'Very funny,' she laughed. 'I'll teach you line by line. Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi.'

'Which means?'

'Land of my Fathers, O land of the free. Gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri.'

Pete began to murmur it after her. 'That means "A land of poets and minstrels, famed men."'

Tegan smiled, watching as he repeated her lines, before continuing. 'Ei gwrol ryfelwr, gwlad garwyr tra mad. That's "Her brave warriors, patriots much blessed" Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.'

'I hope you don't make me recite this or anything,' Pete told her. Tegan merely smiled. 'It was for freedom that they lost their blood. That's the first verse.'

'How many is there?' he asked warily.

'Just two. The next verse starts with Gwlad Gwlad, which means Wales! Wales! Then, Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad which is translated to I am devoted to my country.'

'Did you 'ave to learn all this in school?'

'It came from our parents and family too,' she replied.

'Learning French was 'ard enough,' he muttered.

'Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bau means 'So long as the sea is a wall to this fair beautiful land'. The last line is O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau which means "May the ancient language remain."'

'Complicated,' laughed Pete. 'I can't remember half of that.'

'I don't except you to with a brain your size,' Tegan laughed, before beginning to sing it over again.

--

Bov kissed Lucy, hands trailing down her sides to grip her hips. He ground into her, but…. Lucy just wasn't in the mood.

She felt bored during sex nowadays; as if it was just a routine with no real meaning. With a sigh, she pushed him off.

'What is it?' he frowned.

'This is so boring!' she exclaimed. 'Look at us, Bov! We're still in our twenties, but it seems like we've been doing that position for years! God, I feel so old.' She ran her hands through her blonde locks.

'Well… what do you wanna do?' He looked nonplussed.

'Anything. Just… to make it fun.' Bov frowned for a moment.

'What?' he finally said. Lucy groaned and fell back against her pillow.

'We'll try again tomorrow. I need to talk to the girl's first.'

'Wonderful; our sex life is hot topic this fucking week.'

'Oh, shut up you puff,' she muttered, rolling over to switch off the lamp and pull the covers over her.

'Why do you 'ave to talk to them all the time?' he demanded.

'Because we're girls and it's what girls do. I need advice.'

'I can get advice.'

'From who? Swill?'

'You're getting it from Libby!' The two fell into stubborn silence.

'Idiot,' Lucy muttered, before pulling the covers over her head.

--

Welsh National Anthem translated to English

Land of my Fathers, O land of the free,
A land of poets and minstrels, famed men.
Her brave warriors, patriots much blessed,
It was for freedom that they lost their blood.

Wales! Wales!
I am devoted to my country.
So long as the sea is a wall to this fair beautiful land,
May the ancient language remain.

This chapter is dedicated to Emily!