"Sometimes, I swear it seems like yer married to the mixer than to me, love." she teased in a bid to lighten gloomy Campbell's mood, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she gazed at the dusty mixer. "Oi, don't diss the mixer! We're practically engaged, ya know? Now, off to bed. I'll be there in a min." he promised, rubbing her cold palms assuringly as he spoke. "It's best if ya move on, Cami. I'm sure yer gonna get used to yer new job at the uni soon, love." she whispered. "No, I'm not. I don't wanna teach, or preach, or do anythin else, ok? I just wanna be an RJ. I want my ol job back, Ivy!" he argued, fighting for his passion and defending it like he had done so in front of his disagreeing dad all those years ago. She could see the longing look in those amber eyes as he freed himself from her embrace and turned to face her. "Cami, ya don't understand. They won't have ya back after that uproar ya created at the BBC." she reminded, even though she knew he'd already turned a deaf ear. "Don't remind me. Gonna be up ere a while. I think ya should turn in though. Sweet dreams,love." he put an end to their conversation, pecking her cheek before she turned in for the night and left him alone with his thoughts.
The next morning, he was still up there, having had fallen asleep next to his beloved mixer. "Love, yer gonna be late for work." she woke him up gently on noticing the time. "I don't feel like goin." he murmured, drowsily. "Well, all the same, get dressed. I've got somethin to show ya that might cheer ya up. It's worth a shot for someone who misses bein a radio jockey so much." she ordered, flashing him a mysterious smile before he followed her downstairs.
"I'm not qualified to be a doctor, if that's what yer lookin for from me. Only licensed to boogie, yea? Although...I could put on one o' those lab coats an' pretend to be a doctor, like Fergus did all those years ago." he rambled on jokingly as he followed her past the many wards at the psychiatric hospital where she worked. He wondered why she'd dragged him along with her to work. He soon got his answer as they stopped outside the last door at the end of the hall, far from prying eyes. "Genius idea, but I've something better. Somethin that'll help tide ya o'er." she revealed, flashing him yet another smile shrouded in mystery. "Is it better than teachin uninterested students? Tell me it isn't sellin shutters. Ya know what that did to Eddie, dontcha?" Campbell hoped, shoving his hands into his pockets as he waited impatiently for her to unlock the door and reveal its contents. "It's not a job, Campbell." she corrected, slipping the key in and finally pushing the door open. "Then what's the point o' bringin me ere?" he asked, raising an eyebrow on seeing the pitch black room. "So, ya can get it outta yer system. An' to show ya...this!" she exclaimed, switching on a light.
"What is this exactly?" a confused Campbell demanded to know, scratching his ruffly hair as he stared at the messy room with desks, medical equipment and dangling wires covering every inch of it. "Everyone uses it as a store room now, but once upon a time we used it to broadcast music for the patients on this floor. It sorta helped with the healin process. But it's been closed down since. Ya could start it up again. I believe the equipment's still stashed away in there somewhere...in that mess. Just clean it up an' it's yers to run. Ya can come up ere in yer free time, after work an' continue yer passion free o' cost an' you'll be doin the inmates a favor by keepin their spirits up an' keepin em calm an' happy with yer music. I think it's what ya were born to do, somethin ya should continue doin...An' anyone who tries to stop ya is absolutely bonkers, love." she explained with a smile, presenting him with the key. "Keepin up spirits, eh? Well, that's one thing Dr. Boogie is most definitely licensed to do!" Campbell rejoiced. "An' I'm sorta keepin this on the down low from Mrs. Cohen. She's on vacation an' what she doesn't know can't possibly hurt er, eh?" Ivy whispered with a wicked grin, taking a risk just to see that bubbly boy-next-door (whom she'd known since her childhood) flash her that toothy grin of his.
"Yvonne Georgia Bain, have I ever told ya I love ya?" he cooed, wrapping his lanky arms around her. "Ya tell me all the time, Campbell Bain. Although, I wouldn't mind hearin it again!" she requested with a twinkle in her eyes. "Well, here goes...I love ya, Ivy. An' yer the best thing that's ever happened to me....well, you an' those lil devils whom I call our kids! Thanks for givin me a second chance when no-one else would, love." he thanked, before leaning in to kiss her for the longest time.
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Takin Over the Asylum once more!
Fanfiction20 yrs later, Campbell Bain is happily settled. Workin for BBC radio, married to his dream girl and a father to cheery troublemakin twins, he couldn't be happier. That is, until his manic depression relapses an' he's sacked from his job. He's forced...