#not quite sure how to go about thinking about it and nothign was ever mentioned in therapy so i just ? assume its a no? or not as strong?

[kerizaret]

Have you ever been tested for ADHD Keri... /nosy /nf

Mmm no i haven't? My therapist never mentioned anything about adhd either, though she did tell me i seem to fall into the autism spectrum,, further than that though i never got tested profesionally for either so in the end who knows really

[darkhorse-javert]

Flufftober Day 5; X +1

I might write a turn-about situation for this prompt, as another idea is nagging, but for now have a Modern AU of Sam and Andrew, and a looming dinner. @flufftober

She slipped out of into the Station car-park, into the green park behind i, only to be confronted with a heap of person on her favourite perching wall.

"Andrew Foyle, what are you doing here, is something wrong?" She found herself shifting her weight back towards the gate. Should I get Mr Foyle.

He lifted his head "Oh, hullo Sam." A heavy sigh "Nothing's wrong, unless trying to work out how to get out of a Mess Dress dinner counts."

"Mess Dress dinner?" RAF things then.

"All the Brass and braid-trimmed, will be there, and particuarly prominent pilots, Group is showing us off to them."

"Isn't that a god thing, that you're being reconised by the upper ranks." Or looking at you for promotion maybe, I wouldn't know how the RAF works

he sighs with hs whole body, sagging "Its a Plus 1 Do." He begins to count off "WingCo's bringing his wife, Squadi's girlfriend is coming down specially to be there - I haven't even met her yet. Rex has even coaxed Colin in to going with him, Douglas has Heather..." He looked at her, face open, bleak, sad, "And then there's me sitting in, looking like a right Noddy-no-mates by comparison."

In the scheme of things, she saw day to day with the police it was small, tiny really- but to stand out so in a roup, especially in front of those you respected, wouldn't be nice.

She tipped her head, considering "Violet won't go with you? although she hadn't heard mention of Violet for a while, but Mr Foyle barely talked about Andrew anyway.

Andrew's mouth twisted in a wry smile, "Violet finished with me when Rex and Connie broke up, accused me of being clearly on Rex's side - when I was really just trying to stay out of it all."

She did remember a lot of gossip, almost a year ago, about a full-on fracas in one of the bars they'd been called to, which had involved the RAF boys and a confronation with their ladies. Gossip about which had always gone suspiciously silent as soon as Mr Fole was even thought to be nearby.

Andrew carried on in a dull tone "I'd rather get out of it, except I can't think of a way that won't also ground me for quite a while, or be too obvious. That's worse, nearly, because then everyone would know I tried to get out of it."

"You'd miss a good dinner, too- surely it will be good if they're feeding the top brass."

Another dry twich of the mouth into a sour smile, then Andrew seemed to give her another look. "Sam- " he said slowly as if measuring each word, "Would you come with me, to the dinner?" He hurried on, before she could quite register just what he was saying "Just as a friend, nothign else."

She looked at him, raised an eyebrow "A friend, or a cover-up?"

"Both, if you want, if it makes you feel better about it, play at being undercover. And you'd get a good dinner out of it"

"Play?" she pretended shock, all the while notingthe facts he'd offered, So perhaps Mr Foyle has been coaxed to say more about me than I ever thought he would.

Now Andrew was looking brighter all over, hopeful, but something struck her, "I'm not sure I've got anything smart enough to wear for it... Andrew, is Mess Dress equal to White-tie or Black-tie?"

(A/N It appears to be either)