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But Who's Going To Save You?

Chapter 15: Wax on, Wax Off

Felicity took a deep breath and set the box down in front of Chase. His attention switched from his computer to the box which he then eyed warily before looking up at her. "What's this?" he asked suspiciously.

"This is my attempt at an apology, so it won't bite," Felicity admitted. "You know – for being an ass and ignoring you all week."

Wrinkling his nose up, Chase opened the box up. "Gran Turismo?"

"I noticed it was missing from your collection and I figured there should always be at least two games in your collection that I can kick your ass at," Felicity nodded, cheekily.

"Unless you accidentally crash your car," Chase told her with a smirk.

Felicity pulled a face, swiping at his arm. "Really? Are you ever going to let me live down the fact I accidentally blew myself up – once?"

"Nope," Chase grinned.

Felicity sank into the chair next to him. "You do realise that I have more trophies than you, don't you?"

Behind them, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both Chase and Felicity swung around to find Vince watching them with a half amused expression. "Flickey-Split," he grinned.

Felicity narrowed her eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm not going to like the next words out of your mouth?"

"I do believe it's your turn to wash the trucks," he informed her.

"I do believe that I'm the only person to wash those trucks since the car wash," Felicity retorted.

Vince shrugged. "Fine. Consider yourself having drawn the short straw."

Felicity sent a look of pleading at Chase. "Don't look at me," he told her.

"I would have thought you'd have been a bit fairer," Felicity sighed at Vince, getting to her feet. "It's not like you were actually washing the cars. You were just standing there, looking pretty."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Vince told her, pushing her towards the stairs.

"Have you got everything?" Heidi asked for the third time.

"You're as bad as my mum," Jordan muttered under his breath.

Heidi scowled. "I heard that."

"I'm going home," Jordan explained with a shrug. "I'm not moving house. I didn't have much in here anyway."

"If you're going to complain I will call your mum myself," Heidi shot at him.

With a concerned nibble on his lower lip, Jordan crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. "Alright, what's the matter?"

"I just don't think you should be discharging yourself so early," Heidi sighed.

Jordan smiled into her hair. "I'm not discharging myself. The doc discharged me – and that was after he checked my lungs. I'm fine, Heidi," he told her.

Heidi pulled back and gave him a worried look. "Jord, you died," she pointed out.

"I'm fine," he repeated. "Even Michelle is letting me back at work next week."

"Hmph" Heidi muttered. "She wants me to see someone before she'll let me out in the field."

"So go see someone," he told her.

"We should get going," Heidi said, brushing the suggestion off. "Lara's waiting downstairs for us." She leant past him and grabbed the bag. "Unless you want to be wheeled out of the door?" she added when he did little more than watch her movements.

"Nah, I'm coming," he told her, following her out of the door.

Sure enough, Lara was waiting for the pair at a pick up point outside the main entrance. A wide smile appeared on her face as soon as she saw Jordan walking towards her. "You're looking a lot better," she told him. "You must be looking forward to having some of your mum's cooking."

"Amongst other things," he agreed. "Which apparently you know about," he added, shooting Heidi a look.

Heidi just shrugged at him, popping open the boot and putting his bag in it. "Like you didn't say something first," she scoffed, before getting in the back.

"Did I miss something?" Lara asked Jordan quietly.

Jordan shook his head. "She just worries too much. Does she really need to see someone?"

Lara nodded. "Michelle doesn't know about you two, but it's obvious you're good mates, and even though I can't say I blame her, what she did was a little reckless."

"It was more than a little reckless," Jordan agreed. "I'll see if I can get her to go later."

"Might be a good idea," Lara told him before heading around to the driver's side and getting in. "Where are we going?" she asked the pair brightly.

"Mine," Jordan sighed at Heidi's lack of response.

It was a waste of time, Felicity knew that. But as she looked at the sud-covered Rescue supply truck she knew she would have to do the roof as well – even if no one could see it. Soaking the brush in warm, soapy water, and using the wing mirror as leverage, she climbed up onto the cabin tire. She reached up to the lights on top, and checking to see that Vince wasn't around, found her footing and hauled herself further up.

She didn't waste any time, scrubbing the roof in time to the music on her iPhone, getting the job done quickly. She was making her way back down when the rubber soles of her boots lost the grip on the slippery metal. With a squeal, she fell backwards. Only her landing wasn't the concrete ground she'd been expecting. It was a pair of arms. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Thank you!"

"Goldfish, ladders are much more effective," the owner of the pair of arms informed her with a cheeky grin. "They're probably safer too."

Felicity found herself staring up at a familiar set of blue eyes. "Thank you," she started before frowning. "You're the guy that was at that plane crash the yesterday," she realised.

"I am," he agreed, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Though I'm hurt you can't remember my name."

With her face heating up, Felicity shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally this bad with names," she muttered.

"Lucky," he offered, the cheeky grin still there.

"Of course," Felicity feigned, giving him an embarrassed smile. The truth was, she still had no idea who he was, or how he knew her. She was fairly certain that she would remember someone called Lucky. Maybe it had been that night in the casino...?

"Lucky!" she heard Dean call, irritated. "You're here for a job interview. Not to sweep women off their feet."

Lachie glanced over, wiggling his eyebrows. "Just performing my first rescue, big brother."

"There's three of you?" Felicity all but choked.

"Unfortunately," Dean muttered. "For God's sake, Lucky. Put Flick down," he added, in exasperation.

Felicity looked back at Lachie, her face feeling even hotter as she realised he was still holding her. "That's probably a good idea," she muttered her agreement, quickly stepping away from him as soon as her feet were on the ground.

Lachie reached down and grabbed the fallen broom, handing it over to her. "You can thank me properly later," he informed her with a wink. "Alright Deanfold," he said, diverting his attention to his brother. "Lead the way."

"It's Dean," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. "This way."

Felicity's mouth was still hanging open as the pair disappeared into the building. "Since when was there a third one?" she finally muttered in astonishment. Shaking the disbelief away, she plugged the ear buds back into her ears, turned Blondie up, and focused her attention on rinsing down the truck.

She had moved onto drying the vehicle with the chamois cloth when a hand on her shoulder made her jump. She yanked the ear buds out and found Chase laughing at her. "You're lucky I didn't knock you out!" she cried, her heart still pounding against her ribcage. "I was in my own little world."

"Yeah, I know," Chase choked out. "A world inhabited by you and Rick Astley."

"Don't act like you didn't know I listened to dodgy 80s music," Felicity muttered, drying her hands off on her trousers so she could stop the music. Suddenly, she frowned and punched Chase's arm.

"Ow!" he yelped. "What was that for?"

"Oh I don't know," Felicity shrugged. "Maybe it's because you have another brother who you neglected to mention."

"You met Lachie then?" he asked with a grin as he rubbed at his arm.

"Lachie?" Felicity repeated. "Well that's just bloody marvellous."

"What?" Chase asked warily, taking a step back.

"I thought he said his name was Lucky!" she moaned.

"Well I've heard worse," Lachie told her, causing her to jump again.

She whirled around to find the remaining Gallagher brother watching them from beside Michelle and Vince. "I'm going to use this moment to head back inside under the pretence of looking for the wax when in reality I'm going to hide in a corner," she told them, well aware her face was turning a glorious letterbox red. "Lachie, it was nice meeting you and hopefully, the next time I see you, you and I will have forgotten about this."

"Even with a memory like a goldfish, I would say that would be unlikely," Lachie informed her before Felicity could get more than a couple of paces away from him.

"Flickety-Split, I'd like you to meet the newest member of Rescue," Vince told her.

Felicity stopped, closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. When she opened them, she turned her attention to Michelle. "What's the chance I could take a couple days off sick?"

Michelle turned to Vince. "Vince, what would you say the chances were of you giving up that platinum card to –"

Vince held his hand up. "I'll stop you right there," he told Michelle.

"I'm going to go find that wax now," Felicity sighed.

"It's on the top shelf," Vince called after her.

"You're awful," Michelle laughed, dragging Vince back inside.

Lachie waited until they were gone before giving his brothers an unimpressed look. "So let me get this right. Neither of you ever mentioned me to anyone?"

"Well we would have done," Dean shrugged, sharing a look with his youngest brother.

"Yeah," Chase agreed. "Only we figured that if we did, we'd have to kill them."

Dean nodded. "We were going for that whole 'don't ask, don't tell', policy."

"That's…" Lachie rolled his eyes. "You two are in the wrong business."

By the time Lara had dropped both Jordan and Heidi off at Jordan's, Heidi's mood had improved considerably. She made sure her friends had everything they needed (although, judging from the way Jordan's mum was hovering over them, it was probably space that they wanted), she had left them to do some shopping.

Lara had hidden it well, but she was hung over to hell. The strawberry wine Cole had supplied them with was lethal. It was possibly something which was increasing Heidi's grumpiness... she was just glad she didn't have to go into work like Felicity had.

Her mission, in the supermarket, was to load her basket up with as many carb loaded foods as possible. She was eyeing up a freshly baked loaf when she spotted Zoe. Feeling the way she did, an interaction was definitely not what she fancied, so she put the bread in her basket, and made a hasty retreat away from her.

She had just rounded the corner (and escaped detection – and therefore any awkward conversation that would have followed), when a young boy went charging past her, calling for his mum. Lara wasn't entirely sure what made her look back, but when she did, she realised the boy was now pleading with his mother to get some chocolate. And his mum was none other than Zoey.

Lara blinked. Not what she was expecting, and judging from the fact Dean had yet to mention it, there was a very good chance he wasn't aware of it either. The second her phone rang, she jumped back and yanked it out of the pocket. "Flick?"

"Did you know there was a third one?" Flick demanded.

"You met Lachie then?" Lara chuckled. "Yeah, Dean has mentioned him a couple of times. He's in the army."

"He's not anymore," Felicity corrected her. "Lachie is now a member of Rescue."

"Hey, Flick?" Lara cut her off. "If you knew something about someone a friend was seeing, but you didn't think that friend knew about it, would you tell them?"

There was a slight pause. "Is this your way of saying you know something about Cole I probably don't want to know?" Felicity asked slowly.

"No," Lara hurriedly informed her.

There was another pause. "Well, in that case I probably would say something, but I probably shouldn't say something," she offered. "Actually," she quickly corrected herself. "It would depend on what it was. If Zoe was cheating on Dean, then yes, I would tell him, but I don't like him, so if that's the case, you should probably get someone else to say it, so long as he didn't know you knew about it, because he'd be pissed that you knew, but he should definitely know. But if it's that Zoe is president of the train spotters anonymous, then no, he doesn't need to know that. Or maybe he does, but I wouldn't go out of my way to tell him. But then again-"

"Felicity!" Lara hissed.

"You're asking the wrong person," Felicity admitted with a sigh. "But for what it's worth, in my opinion, a little hurt now is better than a lot of hurt later – and that includes the hurt that comes from knowing your friend knew something."

"Thanks," Lara muttered. "I think."

"Just think about it before you say anything," Felicity told her. "Anyway, I think I've taken long enough to find the wax I've been staring at for the last ten minutes that my face is no longer letterbox red. I can't believe there are three of them," she moaned before ringing off.

Lara puffed out her cheeks and slipped her phone back into her pocket. "Thanks, Flick," she muttered under her breath.

I'm really sorry about the disappearing act. Not only do I actually have work to do at my day job, the Freshers have arrived back at uni, which means over the past two weeks I've pulled off 7 twenty hour days. But I've remembered how much I love DJing (seriously, last night was the BEST night I have EVER done! Although, admittedly, I didn't get to bed gone 5am...) Next week will be a bit manic too, so it might be a while before the next update!

I suppose I should also apologise for the spelling mistakes etc. I have read through it, but I'm sure they're in there!

Rescuelover - I suppose the good news is that even though I haven't had chance to write, I have had chance to think... this story is growing in my head. I feel it will be quite long. Thank you for you message, btw - I'm sorry I made you wait so long!

SarahSoph - I have finally got my hands on them (via a torrent). Now I just need the time to listen to them! There will be progress - I'm moving things along, I promise :)

Miley - Well, now that they've made up (AKA, Flick not being a twit), there should be a few more moments to come!

MMC gang - that's alright! I love the pair, too. I was so happy when they got together. I've decided I hate Zoe too. I'm not going to be nice to her, either. Mwahahahaha!