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enzo_the_rhino) wrote2007-08-06 05:07 pm
Ticket To Devon
Title: Ticket to Devon
Fandom: Green Wing
Characters/Pairings: Mac, Guy (carmac)
Rating/Warnings: PG/PG-13 Angst
Length: 567 words
Spoilers: Up to the special
Summary: Two guys in a bar, still not dead.
Disclaimer: None of the characters etc are mine. They belong to Victoria Pile and Channel Four.
Mac had been sitting in the bar for a while now, nursing his pint of orange juice whilst waiting for Guy to arrive. He stared into the space in front of him which coincided with the not-so-clean surface of the table. He wished they had arranged to meet somewhere else because he wasn’t sure he could face all the memories here. But Guy still worked, well if you could call it work, at the hospital and so it was more convenient for him to continue meeting where they always had.
Mac was still staring at the table when a shadow fell across him and a proper pint of Guinness was deposited at his side. He looked at it enviously, “You know I’m not supposed to drink – it makes the orthostatic hypotension worse. Low blood pressure and all that.”
“Alcohol is supposed to make you dizzy. Just shut up and drink it – you certainly look like you need it.”
Unable to argue with that, Mac simply shrugged and switched his glasses as Guy slid into the seat beside him.
“So, how are you?”
“Oh you know, dying mainly.”
“Still? I would’ve thought you’d have moved on from that by now.” All Guy got in return was a withering look.
“We don’t have to talk about it you know,” Mac said to the table, his depleted pint glass and his shoes, anything to avoid looking Guy in the eye.
“We don’t, but you do,” replied Guy in a surprising moment of seriousness.
“I do?” Mac raised his eyebrows in the direction of his pint glass.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“’Cos Caroline says you don’t talk to her anymore.” Guy muttered.
“I can’t,” Mac said after a pause, “I can’t bear the look on her face when I try.”
“That's because Caroline doesn't have any of the Secretan charm.” Guy replied with a leer.
“A fact I rejoice everyday, believe me.”
“So,” Guy placed his glass back on the table slightly harder than he intended and flinched, “Hit me.”
“One day I'm gonna take you up on that. Unless I die first of course.” He added as an afterthought, and with that the mood took a downward turn.
“Why me, Guy? Why now? I had my life exactly how I wanted it. Consultant at a great hospital, marriage to a wonderful woman and a beautiful daughter. And now it's all going to end but not without me turning into a helpless cripple who's just a burden and a source of painful memories to the people I love first.”
“It’s because you’re too damn perfect. You got the girl and the job and the nice normal family. But you were ginger so it was all going to go wrong somewhere along the line.”
“Thanks Guy,” Mac said chuckling. Talking to Guy wasn’t helpful exactly but at least it didn’t make him feel worse. “At least I’ve done most of the stuff on my list of stuff to do before I cop it. I’ve taught Caroline to cook without using biscuits, bought Juliet the whole Kinks back catalogue which should provide enough birthday and Christmas presents to last until she’s all grown up, but I haven’t perfected Macball yet.”
“Well why are we wasting time sitting around being maudlin? Let’s go find the hula hoops.” Guy leapt to his feet, draining his glass in one fluid motion and dragged Mac off by the arm.