TWENTY – YOU'RE WHAT?!

It had been 4,538 days since they had first stopped the Demon Headmaster. Both had marked down, day by day, calendar by calendar, the time since they had, effectively, saved the country.

As children, they had achieved an incredible feat, preventing the takeover of the United Kingdom by a power-hungry madman, and now, they were young adults, comfortable and settled within both their employment and their relationship. They had recently moved into their new freshly spruced up flat together, and were currently browsing the shop for 'furnishings', to 'liven the place up', and by that, Ingrid had already placed a neon light up sign and a flamingo figurine into the trolley.

Harvey dutifully pushed the trolley along, nodding his head absentmindedly when Ingrid debated whether they needed three or four cushions, distracted by a figure in the near distance. They were ahead of them, frowning between two sets of silverware, freckles creased. He was tall, red-headed and looked awfully familiar…

Sensing that he had company, the figure glanced up to their left and blinked once, then twice.

Harvey's expression etched into one of horror, as Ingrid, seemingly confused, spoke;

"Excuse me? Do we know you?"

Inhaling sharply, Harvey bristled from head to toe. 'Know you? How could we FORGET you?!'

"It looks like you don't remember me. Well, I certainly remember the two of you, troublemakers."

Jeff Morgan sneered at the pair before him. "Hunter and Smith, still trailing around together I see. In life, you are meant to move forwards, but clearly, you two are stuck in the past. Let me guess, you're preparing to gloat how you 'defeated' the Headmaster, when we were mere school children?" He continued on, before Ingrid could finish her sharp inhale. "True, something felt… different after the Great School Quiz, and when the Headmaster left, I felt less… pressure, but let's get the facts straight, you didn't 'save the world'. All you lot did was gunge the Headmaster, despite the fact we'd won."

"Oh yes, and what a marvellous win we had." Ingrid rolled her eyes and jabbed Harvey in the ribs. "Come on, hun, I want to look at the paint colours."

Shaking the horror off of his face, sealing his lips tight, Harvey nodded and clenched the trolley tighter.

Jeff let out a snort. "Still got you on a tight leash, hasn't she? You were always the weakest one, Hunter, with everyone having to look after you."

"No, I haven't! And you wouldn't know loyalty if it kicked you in the nuts!"

"Wow, your vocabulary astounds me, Smith. No wonder you were always bottom of the class on vocabulary tests."

Ingrid bristled, unzipping her beige jacket as a warm flush overwhelmed her. "Not my fault that I was in a class full of hypnotised robots!"

"Ing… he didn't believe us then, he won't believe us now."

Dismissing the ludicrous notion that had been forced upon himself and the rest of the pupils by the rag-tag group all those years ago, Jeff jibed:

"At last, it speaks! Thought you would have needed to have a quick pump of your inhaler, Wheezy, before you started to talk."

Harvey's cheeks and the tips of his ears reddened, as naturally, Ingrid jumped to his defence. "Stop tormenting him! We're not at school anymore! You're not in charge of us!"

"I'm hardly tormenting him, and I hardly did at school. I'm simply reminding him that-"

Jeff trailed off, his gaze lowering, intense focus settling in.

The couple shared a brief confused exchange. "Why has he suddenly stopped talking?... He's not hypnotised again, is he?" Ingrid brought her hand up towards Jeff's face and clicked her fingers.

"Don't be ridiculous." Harvey eyed the former Prefect warily. "I'm surprised he keeps mentioning school though, considering he's the one who said he's not stuck in the past."

"Yeah, a bit hypocritical… why is he staring? And what the hell is he staring at?"

Their confusion, and the obvious answer to their question, was answered quickly.

"What is that?!" Jeff thrust out his index finger, with the couple following the direction of the finger to where his gaze lay upon.

"What do you mean?" Harvey questioned, clueless to the sudden mystery.

"Really?" Ingrid scoffed and sneered up at Jeff. "You've never seen one before?"

"You-You're… P-Pregnant?"

"Well done, genius." Ingrid rubbed her swollen stomach. "A* all round. I thought you Prefects were meant to be clever?"

Harvey blushed and fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket. Thankfully, it seemed that his cluelessness was overlooked by his former tormentor, who still stared, finger pointing, mouth dropping.

"Hey, moron. You'll catch flies!... Harv-Harv, I think we've broken him."

"Mmh-hmm… maybe w-we should leave. We have to be at Dinah's for two."

Before they could even attempt to escape the awkward situation, Jeff bristled, raising his finger up to Harvey's eyeline. "You let this put his dick into you? My, that child has no chance."

Freezing in place, Harvey's gaze whipped over to his partner. She was going to explode, he could sense it; maybe they wouldn't be kicked out of the shop if they claimed 'self-defence' against the verbal attack, but he highly doubted their chances.

"Well…" Ingrid stuck her hands onto her hips, pushing her stomach out even more. "At least he gave me a pleasurable experience, and our baby is a cherished gift. And at least," She snorted and appraised him up and down. "He's not a virgin."

"I am not!" Flushing furiously, Jeff tensed his shoulders, finger curling inwards to form a full fist, those fists balled by his sides. "I'm not, and if that's the best insult you could think of, you've failed miserably!"

Quickly storming off, swerving to avoid bumping into a display stand of personalised mugs, Jeff Morgan vanished from view, leaving Harvey and Ingrid to slowly turn towards each other.

"Did you really not recognise him?"

"Of course I did. No-one could forget that punchable face… Come on, forget about him. He's a loser, who probably still lives with his Mum and Dad in the box room, still seething that he lost his precious Prefect title."

Her hands returned to her stomach, overlapped by Harvey's, and they both smiled down.

"Esme ManDi Hunter, if we ever see that prick again, you have our permission to kick him in the shins."

Of course, Harvey and Ingrid stay together, and though officially not together in canon, there are signs there.