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WHO: Thomas, Jamie and Kat
WHAT: Going in for a test
WHEN: Friday the 1st
WHERE: Their house and then a...testy place...and then maybe a cafe or summat
WARNINGS: Blood and feels?

Thomas felt like he just might vomit every time he thought about the tests they were about to undertake. They had to give blood and then next week they had to go in for counselling while they waited for the results. Thomas wasn't entirely convinced the counselling would help. The only thing that would make him feel better was getting back two very negative results.

He had to be strong for his son, however, and so he was trying his best to smile. Kat had come over to offer moral support, and he was so grateful. "Everyone ready?"

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"Oh my god, Dad, stop that!" Jamie said, but he was laughing. "I'd say you wouldn't, but I know you, and you definitely would."

"That sounds fun, we can all be nerds together," Jamie said. "And apparently, he can find dates all on his own. He doesn't need to steal people's boyfriends."

"Awww," Thomas stopped dancing, and he looked terribly put out, though it was all in fun. "And here I thought I was doing my part for the world."

Thomas snorted at that. "Yes, Kat, I'm going to steal your boyfriend so we can drink no more than two beers and watch hobbits cavort together. I did mean for all of us." And then Jamie mentioned Lena and Thomas' cheeks coloured for a moment. "Yes yes, sometimes people find me oddly charming."

"No, not really. Sorry to crash your dreams Thomas." She was just glad the two were smiling. She'd done her part, so far.

She held up her hands at Thomas' words. "Just making sure." she smiled then at Thomas' reaction. "Ah the great Casanova. Tell me more." She grinned at Jamie, knowing him to be the source of information.

Jamie just snickered into his hands. "Yeah, I have to agree with Kat, there. Sorry Dad."

"I met her in our kitchen, at about 7 in the morning," Jamie said. "I then proceeded to hightail it to his room and ask why there was a lady with bright pink hair sitting in our kitchen. Her name's Lena, she was actually pretty cool."

"Traitors!" Thomas said with a chuckle.

"She's an artist and very lovely," Thomas added. "Though far too blunt for poor Jamie's comfort."

Thomas opened his mouth to say something else, but their doctor walked in. She had talked to Thomas on the phone a few days ago and it was nice to see her in person. She didn't seem too scary despite being a doctor and a geneticist. Maybe this wouldn't be so horrible...

"Hello, my name is Doctor Sharon Freeman." She went to shake everyone's hand, ending with Thomas on the table. "I'm here for your blood."

Thomas appreciated her attempt to put him at ease. "I suppose I could spare some."

Politely she quieted when the doctor came, and didn't make any jokes. She just took Jamie's hand and smiled to them both.

Jamie shook the doctor's hand, smiling politely, then grasped Kat's hand in his and squeezed it. The doctor seemed nice enough, but he couldn't help feeling a little wary. Still, better to do it now and find out the truth.

Thomas held his arm out and let the doctor wrap a tourniquet around it. Then he did what he was supposed to by pumping his wrist a few times so his veins would stand out. It was only when the needle actually went in that he winced. It didn't really hurt, but Thomas had a slight fear of sharp objects which he felt was totally logical.

When the doctor finished drawing his blood she loosed the tourniquet and gave him a smiley face bandaid. "You seemed like someone who would appreciate our kids' range," she said with a smile.

"Very astute," he informed her, though his eyes were locked on the vial of blood which had just been in his body. And suddenly his skin was very pale.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked him worriedly.

"Yep, just-" Thomas closed his eyes and leaned forward to take several deep breaths. "This is why I could never be a vampire."

"Don't like blood huh," she let Jamie's hand go to go put her hand on Thomas' shoulder, hoping that if she blocked the view of the blood it may help. "Can't blame you." She looked at Jamie. "I think it's your turn. Do you need like a cookie or something Thomas?"

"No, he really doesn't," Jamie said. "Dad, you gonna be OK?" he asked. "Deep breaths."

He looked over at Kat and said, "Yeah, looks like. Let's do this thing."

Kat was a godsend. She had come to support Jamie and here she was, flawlessly helping him too. He took deep breaths like Jamie told him to, and then he looked up at Kat and smiled. "I'll be alright, thank you. You're wonderful." It had never bothered him to clean up Jamie's cuts and scrapes but looking at his own blood was just Not Okay.

Thomas climbed down from the exam table, feeling ridiculous. "Well here's where you can prove you're braver than I am," he joked to Jamie. Then he gave his son's shoulder a squeeze.

The doctor pulled a new lot of paper over the exam table and then patted it for Jamie to hop up. "Nice to meet you, Jamie."

"It's the least I can do," she offered with a smile. She picked up Thomas' shirt and handed it to him. "Here, before you blind the poor doctor.." She took her seat again before glancing to Thomas. "so strange pink haired ladies huh? You rascal, you."

"Nice to meet you too," Jamie said, climbing up onto the table and pulling off his shirt. He held out his arm, just like his father had, and let the doctor do her thing.

"You should have seen his hair," he laughed. "Seriously, it was gravity-defying."

Thomas chuckled and he pulled his shirt back on before very much not watching the doctor poke his son with things.

She repeated the process with Jamie as she had done for Thomas, and Thomas made the effort to keep talking all the way through it to distract himself.

"Her name is Lena and she's very nice. And I think my hair looked like I had stuck my finger in a light socket. I scared myself when I looked in the mirror. I am fairly sure Lena thought it was too amusing to warn me."

The doctor pulled the needle from Jamie's arm and unwrapped the tourniquet. "All finished."

She made a face at the whole blood pulling thing but focused on letting Thomas talk. "Hey I'm all for the mocking of silly hair in the mornings. It's practically required. So will we see this Lena of yours?"

He was focusing more on the conversation than the needle, and it didn't register as much more than a slight pinch going in, and he was able to mostly put it in the back of his mind.

"That's because it was pretty amusing," he agreed. "And she was pretty nice, I'm inclined to think well of anyone who magically appears behind me with coffee."

He got down off the table and pulled his shirt back on. "That wasn't so bad," he said.

"Show off," Thomas joked, but he rose to give his son a hug.

"Now you both understand you need to attend the pre-results counselling for the next two weeks or the results will be withheld, correct?"

Thomas nodded to the doctor. "We'll be here."

"Then that's all for today. See you next week."

The moment she was out of the room, Thomas released Jamie and faced both of them. "She's not really my Lena, but she is like a magic coffee fairy. I think you'd like her a lot, Kat. Shall we go get something to eat, I'm starved."

"I tend to like most people," She smiled to them both, "and sounds fair enough to me. You can tell me more about these adventures of yours."

Jamie hugged his dad, then nodded as the doctor told them about the counselling.

"And a violin wizard," he added. "You probably would like her, Kat."

"Yes, eating, food," Jamie said. "Bacon and pancakes, gimme gimme, please."

"I don't even know if she's interested in anything more than...well you know. Maybe I'll ask," Thomas walked them both back to his car. "She has an electric violin. I didn't even know they did that," he said as he unlocked the doors.

"She sounds pretty impressive, and makes me wish I could play an instrument." She followed them and slid into the car once it was unlocked. "okay first, gross ew. Did not need to know. Second yeah they do electric pretty much everything."

"Right?!" Jamie said. "There's a line between blunt and hearing about your dad's sex life. Which is something I don't ever need to know about, ever. And I said pretty much the same thing, I cannot play an instrument to save my own soul."

"It's not my fault, I grew up with Emma Kemp as my mother!" he protested. His mother talked about sex like it was no big deal. Probably he should have seen it as a bigger deal at sixteen, but hindsight was what it was.

He pulled out of the parking garage on the search for an appropriate diner. "Anyway, now that I have scarred you both. She's nice and maybe we'll go out. Let's talk about Jamie's boy some more."

Laughing she shook her head, "so not an excuse. And nice distraction there Casanova." But she smiled at her friend, "but I'm still going to take his side. Tell us more."

"Augh, blindsiding!" Jamie protested. "So not fair, you're both ganging up on me." He flopped his head against the headrest. "Let's see...he's a film student, he's really smart. He wants to make movies that make people think."