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A Little Something	By : CaptainAndromeda Category: Casts RPF > Monty Python Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Monty Python. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2: What’s wrong with me?
One consequence of working on the set of Lord of the Rings was the early wake up calls, and since then Sarah-Louise Jones had found in almost impossible to lie in. So, at 6:30am the morning after her return from the land of kiwis, she was sat in the kitchen contemplating with her toast. She had been careful not to wake her parents, though it wasn’t really her mother she was worried about. Due to the vast amounts of alcohol that were consumed last night, she doubted whether her father would wake up in time for dinner. Chuckling softly to herself at the memory of the previous night, Sarah rose slowly from her chair and made her way to the back door. It was a typical summer morning; everything was lit in a dim yellow light from the rising sun, birds sleepily waking and beginning their early morning greetings. She sighed contentedly; it was good to be home, even if the morning views here were somewhat less spectacular than w:st="on">New Zealand.
Even through all of the joy, Sarah till found time to let her mind wander uncomfortable to Michael. She was still not convinced that he was too pleased at her return, he seemed cold and distant. He had always been so kind to her when she was younger, even took her on holiday with his own children, of whom she still kept in touch with. It was strange indeed, and she had made up her mind to get to the bottom of it. If he didn’t like her, then she had the right to know why. Even if she didn’t like the answer, it was better to know than to be kept in the dark. For example, just before Mike left, she went over to say goodbye and when she’d kissed him lightly on the check he snapped his head back and practically ran from the room. Scowling at the thought, she returned to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea, then made her way up the stairs to get dressed. Whatever Mike’s problem was, she would find out today whether he wanted her to or not.
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“Dad, I’m just off to see Mike and Helen.” Sarah shouted up at her father from the front door, she waited for a moment until she heard a hung over grunt from her parents bedroom. “See you later!” She chucked, shutting the door behind her and making her way to her car.
Turning sharply round a country bend, Sarah began to feel her nerve catch up with her. It suddenly dawned on her that if Mike was mad, then he was likely to act even more hostile towards her than he had done yesterday. Though he wouldn’t dare do anything with Helen around, he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow if he did. Smiling at this thought, Sarah pulled into the Palin’s driveway and opening her car door to the mid morning summer sunshine. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. It suddenly occurred to her that she was extremely nervous; it wasn’t as if Mike was a violent person, but just the thought of seeing him again made her stomach tie itself in knots. But before she could dwell on these thoughts, the front door opened and Helen’s kind smile beamed down on her.
“Sarah!” She exclaimed happily, stepping onto the porch and pulling Sarah in a friendly embrace. “It’s really good to see you again! Come in, Mike’s just in the living room.”
“Thanks Helen, it’s good to see you too!” She replied, stepping over the threshold and following Helen through the hallway and into the living room.
Sarah managed saw Mike sitting on a large, ornate sofa. He seemed to be doing his very best to avoid looking at her, that he was trying to pretend that he hadn’t seen her walk in.
“I’ll apologise for Mike’s mood for him.” She smiled gently. “He got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!” She chuckled. “I’ll go and make a pot of yea. Mike, Sarah’s here.” She added to Mike, who turned his head slowly to face their guest.
“M-Morning Sarah, nice of you to come by.” He seemed to be pushing his words out with a great effort, and his smile was definitely strained. “Helen was going to come to you.”
Sarah smiled and settled herself next to Mike, who slowly shifted in the opposite direction. The smile slowly ebbed off her face, and they fell into silence. She stared religiously at the wall, not wanting to look at Mike in the eye, even though she wasn’t sure what she had done. Finally, after almost a minute of uncomfortable silence, Sarah turned to Mike and plucked up the courage.
“Mike, it wasn’t just Helen that I came to see today.” She said slowly, and Mike’s eye widened slightly. “I wanted to have a word with you.”
As she said this, an odd expression came over Mike’s face. It seemed to be that of distant hope, but what could he be hoping for? These thoughts played through her mind for a few seconds, and it wasn’t until Mike coughed as a sign of wanting her to go on did she continue.
“Erm, I don’t know quite how to put this but,” she paused for a moment in which she took a deep breath. “So I’m just going to be blunt. Yesterday when I asked if you were pleased to see me you assured me that you were. B-but I can’t help thinking that you might have been lying to me” Her voice got quieter as the sentence progressed.
Mike withdrew his gaze from her eyes, and focused on his feet. Sarah got the impression that he could speak to her whilst he looked her in the eye, which made Sarah ever more nervous at the response he would give. After several tense moments, during which Sarah assumed Mike was doing some very quick thinking, he spoke. Though he tried to keep his voice steady, it cracked in places.
“I-I’m sorry you felt I was being hostile, for that was never my intention.” He said quietly, finally looking her in the eyes. “As I said yesterday, it was just a shock to see you so” – he coughed – “grown up, as I said. I just hope we can start this reunion a fresh.”
Sarah smiled, and an odd expression crossed Mike’s face that she hadn’t seen before.
“Ah you don’t know how much of a relief it is to hear you say that!” She sighed, leaning forward and hugging Mike. She felt him tense up, though he slowly wrapped his arms round her and seemed to relax.
Sarah let go, and saw that Mike wore a broad grin on his face. Satisfied with his words, she engaged him in a conversation about the time in w:st="on">New Zealand where her co star Dominic Monaghan tried to throw her in a lake they were filming by. Soon, Helen emerged from the kitchen with three steaming cups of tea.
“Well, I don’t know what you did, but you’ve certainly cheered this grumpy bastard up!” She laughed, seating herself on the chair next to Mike.
Sarah smiled and took her tea from the coffee table. “Well, after living with my Dad and his Welsh style mood swings, I know how to handle any man!”
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Mike sat on his bed clutching his head in his hands. He was absolutely furious with himself. Sarah’s visit had confirmed something which, since yesterday, he had tried to deny. He liked her, a lot more than he should. He thought she was beautiful down to every last detail, her laugh made his heart swell and her eyes…
“NO! You mustn’t think about her like this!” His brain screamed at him. “You’ve loved Helen since you were 16, and she loves you back! This is just a fantasy; she’s 28 for Christ sake! She’s Terry’s daughter…”
He felt terrible. Not only was he betraying Helen, he was jeopardising his life long friendship with Terry J. He had to get over this, and clearly his ‘staying away from her’ plan wasn’t going to work, her and Helen were good friends and his wife would suspect something if he started avoiding Sarah when she came round to dinner.
“Mike, are you alright darling?” A timid voice came from their bedroom door.
Michael turned to see Helen standing in the doorway looking worried.
“I’m fine love, just over tired.” He said dismissively, getting up from the bed and walking out of the room leaving a bemused Helen behind him. “I need some fresh air.”
Just has he was about to walk out his back door, the phone rang. Cursing, he picked up the receiver.
“Hi Mike is Gilly, hope it’s not too late for a quick drink?” Queried the cheery American. “I’m just so darn bored in this damn hotel!”
“I think you’ve just answered my prayers.” Said Mike desperately. “I’ll see you at the Horses Head in 10.” He put down the phone and ran to get his jacket. “Helen, that was Gilly, he wants to meet up for a quick drink. I shant be long!” He shouted up the stairs to his wife.
~*~
“So Mikey how is everything?” Terry G asked his friend, as they sat down in the quiet pub, drink in hand.
At first Michael didn’t answer. He wanted to tell Terry G about his feelings for Sarah, ask for his help. But something was stopping him. Something was telling him that perhaps it won’t be true if he didn’t tell anyone, that it might all just go away. He sighed but didn’t answer Terry; instead he looked out of the pub window, and felt a hot, prickling sensation in the corner of his eyes. He hastily wiped them, though his eyes were extremely bloodshot.
“Mike? Are – are you crying?” Asked Terry G, sounding extremely concerned for his friend.
“N-No, I’m just tired that’s all.” He said quickly, trying to compose himself. “I haven’t been sleeping too well.”
Terry G sighed. He had known Mike for long enough to tell when he was covering something up and when something was bothering him.
“Mike, I know something’s wrong.” He said, looking his companion in the eye. “So you might as well tell me, otherwise I’m going to have to beat it out of you.” He added with a slight smirk.
Michael smiled weakly. “I’m a terrible person Gilly, a terrible person.” He said, looking at his feet and feeling more tears well up in his already damp eyes.
“You can’t do anything terrible Mikey; you’re the nice one remember!” Chuckled Terry G. “John is the bastard of the group!”
“Yeah well, I think I’ve just stolen Cleesey’s title.” He sighed miserably. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to give me your word that you will not breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Terry G looked slightly worried at this order, but he agreed nonetheless. “Of course Mikey, what’s wrong?”
“I-I’ve been married to Helen for 40 years,” he said, his voice cracking under the strain of admitting his feelings. “And in all that time I’ve never so much as looked at another woman, not even in passing. But lately, I’ve been getting – romantic feelings shall we say, for another.” He looked at his hands, not daring to the look on Terry G’s face.
Terry G sighed, and put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. “Everyone gets like that one in a while Mikey, it’s not like you’re in love with this girl, you love Helen. It’s just an infatuation!” Terry assured Mike, though Mike did not look so convinced.
“Not yet it isn’t, but what if it turns into love?” He asked in despair. “Then what do I do? What about Helen, she’s the love of my life; I’ve had 3 children with her!”
“Woah man, you’re getting way ahead of yourself here!” Said Terry G, moving closer to his friend to ensure that they weren’t overheard. “There’s a lot of ‘ifs’ here! The feelings you have for this woman is probably nothing more than a crush, an admiration of her features. It’s not as if you want to wake up with her for the rest of your life!”
Mike was silent. Terry G’s words hit him like a high speed train. Not only this morning he had woken up and felt a slight pang of disappointment to find Helen there and not Sarah. Terry however was taking Mike’s silence as an agreement with his words, and had taken the opportunity to have another swig of his beer. He then turned to Mike and asked the question that Mike had been dreading.
“So, who is this woman then?” He asked, not knowing the pain his question had caused Mike. “Is she local?”
“Y-Yes you could say that I suppose.” He answered, taking a large gulp of his own beer.
“What does she look like? She must be a stunner!” He asked, hoping to lift the mood slightly.
At that point Mike snapped. He looked Terry G squarely in the eye…it was now or never.
“She’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He answered defiantly. “She’s 35 years younger than me, is my best friends daughter and her name is Sarah-Louise Jones.”
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