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Guppy had been planning to have a really nice valentine's day meal with his wife.

Except he ended up wooing Gene Hunt, of all people, and got caught in the resulting fight. Then ended up spending the evening in Accident and Emergency back home, pretending that he'd been hit in the face with a Wii remote and fallen backwards onto the coffee table.

He seems to have got away with it, other than needing stitches, and has taken a seat curled up near the fire with tea, trying to see if there's anyone he needs to thank, apologise to or patch up.

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Urquhart has a scratch in his face, and a big lazy dog lying over his legs, so he can't get up to walk over to Guppy, just nodding to the man instead.

Guppy gets up and comes over.

"You okay?" he asks, eying the big scratch.

He hesitates when he sees the dog.

"Oh yes," Urquhart says, "I went back to the big brawl after you'd left. It was fun."

Guppy rolls his eyes.

"Anything other than that scratch you need help with?"

"No," Urquhart says. "I avoided getting kneed in the groin."

Which would have been sort of important.

"Good." Guppy says, glad he doesn't have to go down there.

"Thanks for the other day. My wife insisted that I went to accident and emergency in the end."

"And what did she say about Gene?" Urquhart asks.

That's by far the funnier part.

"Well she was upset at first because I was hurt, and because I threw up on the carpet. But once she was reassured that I was okay, she was sympathetic and slightly amused. She helped me come up with a cover story about accidentally hitting me in the face with a game controller." He touches the back of his head tentatively. "And I got a head scan and six stitches."

"No trouble because of the poetry?" Urquhart grins.

"Nah. Before the spell wore off, I did a bit on her." Guppy says.

"Sadly I had a headache. Anyway, strenuous activity is probably contraindicated after a head injury."

"I am sure your wife loved getting the tail end of magic induced poetry," Urquhart says, grinning.

He really seems to approve; perhaps it's the scholastic in him coming to the forefront, approving of poetry, learning, and the civilised wooing of women.

"She did." Guppy says, with a grin. "Said it was wasted on a grumpy old sod like Gene and wished I'd got it on video."

Grumpy old sod indeed!

"Don't you remember any of it?" Urquhart asks.

"Not very well." Guppy says. "Just bits. I think it all happened quite quickly."

"A pity," Urquhart says. "But then, some of the best poetry probably gets made up on the spur of the moment, and later forgotten."

"I think I'd better not ask Gene about it..."

"Perhaps I should, and watch him cringe and spit," Urquhart muses.

"I'd rather get on with him if possible. And you might get thumped..."

"Part one, I can accept," Urquhart says. "But I'm not worried about getting thumped by Gene Hunt. I'll thump him back, you know."

"Yeah, but then I'll have to treat both of you..."

"Maybe," Urquhart says. "But I can understand that we'd be quite unpleasant patients. Especially both at once."

"Well it's just hard because I can't treat people if they're fighting at the same time."

"Sedate us?" Urquhart suggests.

"Probably not ethical..."

"You have to protect yourself," Urquhart points out.