Hi! So, THANK YOU! To the person (and Elizabeth) that has already reviewed! :)! (Thanks, Exams suck.) December birthdays are the best (clearly they are the best, your birthday is in a good month.) So yeah... I can't sleep- luckily for you guys, cos you get another chapter!

Hannah the Hobbit. (See ya next week.)

"Hey Lily?" Lucie asked, turning back around at the door. Lily looked up at her, curiously. "Wanna come with us for a drink? Cal's buying."

"Is he?" Ethan frowned at the same time that Cal spluttered.

"I-WHAT?"

Lucie beamed at him.

"Yeah, Cal's buying because not only does he owe each of the three of us an apology, he has also leeched enough out of Ethan, I don't have any money on me and making you pay is just cruel." She continued. Ethan smiled hopefully at Lily, and she wavered. She stood up off the bench and nodded.

"Alright, I'll come." She agreed. Lucie's grin widened. As Lily fell into step with Ethan Lucie's mouthed.

"Two, nil to me."

Cal mocked her silently and she stuck out her tongue, childishly. Ethan shook his head disbelievingly.

"Will either of you ever be mature?"

Lucie wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"I hope not."

They sat in the pub, Lily and Ethan talking avidly about a confusing case from earlier that day. Lucie rolled her eyes, and swapped her and Cal's drinks around, deciding that a drunk Cal would be highly entertaining to talk to. Lily caught the movement and Ethan frowned slightly disappointed as he noticed the line of her sight lead to his brother. Cal looked suspiciously at everyone.

"What? Do I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe?" He asked. Lucie frowned.

"Um, no?" She answered uncertainly.

"Then why are you all looking at me weirdly?" He demanded. Lucie smiled sweetly.

"Paranoid much?" She teased. Cal rolled his eyes and sat down next to her.

Lucie rested her chin on a curled fist, eyes closing sleepily. A loud "Fuck You!" Startled her out of her comfortable slump. She caught sight of a burly guy shoving the heel of his hand into Cal's chest. Cal stepped back forwards, swaying slightly. She propelled herself out of the chair quickly, hurrying over to him. Cal raised a fist, swiftly returning the punch. Lily stood in horror, as Ethan pulled her protectively away from the warring pair.

Cal recoiled as several fists pounded into his stomach one after another. Lucie grabbed his arm as he raised it to retaliate. Cal spun, glowering at her, fist raised and ready to punch. Lucie met his gaze.

"Cal." She warned, slightly icily. Cal's alcohol bemused brain suddenly realised whom he had been about to punch and his fist dropped faster than a paraglider with no glider. He looked horrified, the men punching him (yes men, when they had seen the brawl breaking out, they had all drifted closer, assisting, drawn to the fight like moths to a flame.) continued to advance. One of them forcefully pushed Lucie out of the way. Her eyes flashed dangerously.

"Watch it." Cal growled. Lucie pulled him away, glaring disgustedly at the drunkard. The man spat disgustedly at her back.

Lucie sighed disbelievingly at Cal. He pinched the top of his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She quickly grabbed his elbow to stop him wandering home. Ethan glanced across worriedly at him. Lucie nodded pointedly at Lily. Ethan's eyes flickered between Cal and Lily. Lucie looked at him, very clearly conveying a "for fucks sake man, take her home.". Ethan finally took the hint and escorted Lily home, very gentleman-like. Cal leaned heavily on Lucie and she said, in a deliberately lighthearted tone.

"I think that's another point in my favour."

Cal vomited over her. Lucie closed her eyes in revulsion.

"Come on, Caleb. Let's get you home." She groaned.

"Don't call me Caleb." Cal said weakly. Lucie looked at him pointedly.

"You just puked on me, I'm afraid you don't get to choose what I call you." She retorted. Cal blanched again. Lucie pushed his face away from her.

"I was wrong." Lucie called to Ethan as he entered the ward, the next morning.

Ethan raised an eyebrow for clarification.

"Drunk Cal isn't funny, just annoying... And it's really hard to get," she thought of the most scientific term she could, "human excrements off jeans and converse."

"Ah." Ethan sighed. Lucie laughed lightly, wandering over closer to him.

"Nah, although your brother is a bit of an ass at times, life would be kinda boring." She said, leaning on the counter. Ethan didn't really know how to reply. They fell silent for a few seconds before Ethan sighed.

"He's lot nicer around you." He said, looking sideways at her. "He seems to actually care what you think of him."