Name's Jenna, how ya doin'? Okay I'm gonna admit I'm not British and I don't watch much British TV. However, I am familiar with the works of Mr. Steven Moffat and this series (both the British and American version). As much as I love this show it doesn't seem to have a big fandom (though I wish it did) and I thought that maybe I could contribute something to it.

This idea probably came when I asked myself "I wonder what ever happened to Patrick and Sally after the series ended". I love their characters and I love that pairing and we got left on a serious cliffhanger with them. Yeah I would've loved to have seen a (most likely humorously disastrous) wedding for them and I'm beyond curious as to what would happen if Sally became pregnant. That doesn't mean I'm not curious about the other characters too. What about Steve and Susan and their adventures in parenting? Would things work out between Jane and Oliver? Could Jeff return and what would happen if he did?

Okay, I suppose Moffat did answer those questions. I actually learned this a little after I outlined this fanfic and was slightly satisfied with his answers.* And even though I do like where he went with his ideas, I also have some of my own and that's why this fanfic is here. These are just my ideas, mind you, and I own absolutely nothing. Actually the name of Susan and Steve's baby isn't my idea; if you actually read at the end of the final episode they credit "Baby Joshua" (most likely in reference to Moffat's real life son Joshua).

*I can't give out the actual link. Googling 'outpost gallifrey coupling' helps too because it's the first link.

Enough prolonging: let's start this story.

Previously on Coupling

To keep a long story short: everyone got lucky that night. Steve and Susan welcomed their first child, a healthy baby boy they named Joshua. After carefully considering her options, Sally had agreed to marry Patrick on the condition that they have a "proper" marriage proposal do-over. And Oliver, well he did get lucky in the way you would expect when he visited with Jane that evening…though that didn't last very long. Even Jeff had managed to secure himself a flight home from Lesbos and surprise his friends.

So it's only best that we begin there.

…

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with the name 'Joshua'?" Steve questioned Susan.

Sitting upright on the bed in the recovery room Susan let out an annoyed sigh. "Yes, Steve, I'm absolutely sure. What's wrong with that name?"

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it."

"You certainly seem to be implying it."

"It's just…I don't know. I've got this nagging sensation that maybe the name's not good enough for him."

"Well you weren't exactly a big help with naming options. In the end we both sort of gave up and settled on Joshua. I don't see anything wrong with the name: Joshua Walker Taylor." Susan smiled as she thought about their nearly hour old son being taken care of in the nursery. "I don't think we could've chosen a better name."

"It's not that I don't like it. I just don't really know of any successful Joshuas out there."

"Then he can be one of the rare ones."

"Susan-"

"Is it really the name that's bothering you Steve?" Susan gestured for him to sit on the bed with her, which he did. "You're like this from time to time. Whenever something's eating at you, you pick at something else to devoid others from discovering what's really the matter."

Steve let out a little laugh and smiled at his fiancée. "You know me well." He then exhaled out a long sigh. "Okay the truth is…the truth is I'm scared of him."

Susan's eyes widened in confusion. "You're scared of a baby? A baby?"

"Not when you put it like that! I'm scared of the responsibilities that come with said baby."

"So you're scared of being a father?"

Steve processed what Susan had just said. "I s'pose so."

Susan patted his hand in comfort. "Well I'm scared of being a mother. I have the same worries as you; but all that matters is that we love and care for our son and try to make his life as normal as possible." They kissed each other. "We'll get through this together."

"You're right," Steve paused in thought, "but is his life honestly going to be normal with friends like ours?"

"I think he'll be fine…just so long as we don't leave him alone with Jane."

…

Oliver was slouching at Jane's table over a plate of burnt toast, clearly upset about something. Jane was sitting across from him reading the latest National Enquirer with legitimate fascination when she managed to sneak a glance at Oliver. "Look if you're upset with the way the toast came out it's not entirely my fault. It's difficult to make toast without a toaster; I'm not used to making it with an oven. Granted it's been a little over a year or so, but it's hard to have breakfast when you're sneaking out of another man's flat before he leaves for work in the morning or before his wife gets home."

"It's not the toast," Oliver solemnly stated.

"Oh, are you still upset about the—oh, what the devil do they call it—the Melty Man?"

Oliver looked up at her in shock. "You know about the Melty Man?"

"Oh sure," Jane nodded as she flipped a page in the magazine. "Steve had compiled a notebook of 'Jeffisms' and that was one of the few terms I've come across. I don't know why you're so upset about this; this is the first time this has happened to me and it's so humiliating." Oliver slumped his head down onto the table. "Maybe this is some sort of sign that we're not meant to be together."

Oliver lifted his head. "You think so?" He raised his eyebrows with a hint of suspicion. "Have you used that line on guys before?"

"Oh sure, lots of times," Oliver moaned and slumped his head down again, "but it's usually true." She continued reading. "Oh look at this: baby born with eyes in the back of its head." She remembered something. "Huh, Steve and Susan haven't phoned yet about their baby. Do you think we should've heard something from them by now? It shouldn't take that long to have a baby should it?"

"How the hell should I know that?" Oliver mumbled back.

"Everything I've learned about childbirth stemmed from watching television and it usually takes thirty minutes or an hour; hour and a half tops."

Oliver looked up at her. "Everything you learned from childbirth you learned from television?"

"Yes, how else am I supposed to learn about it?"

"You know what: I'm not going to comment on that! I'm not going to comment on anything you say anymore."

"Oh," Jane smiled, "look at us; here we are having our first fight as a couple."

"But…but…" Oliver was doing a double take at this point. "Jane, you just said not even a minute ago that we're not meant to be together."

Jane scowled at him. "So we're breaking up then?"

"What?!" Oliver was beyond confused at this point—though this was a pretty typical scenario to people who knew Jane Christie. Letting out a noise of exasperation, Oliver stood up and fetched his coat. "I've got to go open the shop now. I suppose I'll come back later…though I'm not entirely sure of what just happened."

Lovey-dovey Jane had returned at this point. "I'll see you later, Darling." Oliver left her apartment completely confused by what had transpired. Jane went back to her magazine. "Hmm, further studies prove that Shakespeare was a woman," she read more on that subject until her mobile rang. "Hello."

"Hello Jane," the voice on the other end answered.

"Steve? Well it's about bloody time you called! I take it the baby arrived?"

"Yes, he was born nearly an hour ago."

"Oh, it's a he? Does he have a name?"

"Joshua."

Jane made a face (though Steve couldn't see). "Used to know a guy named Joshua, was rubbish in bed. Never amounted to anything either."

"Thank you Jane. Anyway Susan asked me to phone our friends to let them know that the baby is here and you're welcome to come to the hospital and visit."

"I just might do that. Just think, Auntie Jane off to see the new baby, it's so exciting! Ooh, have you chosen godparents yet?"

"No, Jane, you are not the child's godmother."

"I can't say I'm a little stung by that; but I'm sure you'll have another one and you can make me godmother to that one; ooh, and it'll hopefully be a girl. The last thing we need is another penis."

The conversation then ended after Steve uttered a clearly exasperated, "Goodbye Jane."

…

Even though they weren't technically engaged, Patrick and Sally still celebrated their near engagement that evening and by morning, Sally was fast asleep in his arms. They had every intention of staying like that even as one of their mobiles rang.

"I think it's mine," Patrick whispered as they kept their eyes closed.

"Maybe you ought to answer it," Sally suggested.

"It's probably just Steve or Susan phoning us about their baby. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" Sally freed himself from his warm embrace and sat upright in his bed. "Our friends have just had their first child together."

Patrick propped himself up with his elbow to continue this conversation. "And? It's just a birth. So they had a baby, so what?" Sally just stared at him with her mouth agape. "Don't get me wrong, I am happy for them. They're our closest friends and this is a big deal for them; but honestly, we're going to be seeing them with their kid practically every day."

"Yes, but I want personal confirmation."

"Personal confirmation of what?"

"That I am the godmother to my best friend's first born child. You must know these things directly after it happens you know."

"Why?"

"They're going to have a christening aren't they?" Patrick shrugged. "If I am the godmother—and it's pretty much a given that I am—I'm going to be standing up there for all to see and I want to have just the right dress on. I must explore my wardrobe options for events like that."

"Even if they do have one it won't be for a while. And who's to say you even are the godmother?"

"It's inevitable. Susan is my best friend, I am on good terms with Steve, and…I'm…I'm godmotherly."

"Is that even a word?"

Sally rolled her eyes. "Shall we talk about something else?"

"Shall we not talk about anything instead?"

"Patrick!"

Patrick sighed. "Alright Sally, what do you want to talk about?"

"How long have you had that ring? I want the truth."

"Truth?" Sally nodded. Patrick took her hand in his, "I bought it right after that night I opted to stay with you instead of going on that golfing trip."

"Did you really?"

"Of course I did. I don't think I've ever wanted to be with a woman as much as I wanted to be with you." Sally felt tears well up in her eyes, but Patrick wiped them away. "I didn't want to ask you right away in case I scared you off or something."

"Oh Patrick," Sally sniffled. "I want to be with you too."

"So…will you marry me then?"

Sally's expression became ire. "You're proposing to me now?"

"Is that a no?"

"Patrick Maitland, this is not a proposal!"

"But…but what about all that romantic junk I just said?"

"What you said was romantic; but now is not the proper time to ask me to marry you!"

"When is the proper time then?"

"Well when we're not naked in bed for one!"

"What could be more romantic than being naked in bed? It's natural!"

Sally seemed to have ignored that and continued on. "Of course the proposal must be unexpected, but it must also be a romantic atmosphere complete with the romantic words. While you had the words, the atmosphere was clearly unromantic."

"How do you envision your proposal then?"

"I can't tell you!"

"Why not?"

"Because then I would see it coming. A woman's proposal must be all her man's idea."

"How much thinking is this going to require on my part?"

"All that matters is that we get married before Susan and Steve do."

"Why?"

"Susan gets first pick of everything and usually gets the best. I demand to be first at something! If that means rushing to the altar so be it. I will be married before Susan."

"So why didn't you just agree to marry me when I asked you?"

They were interrupted by the ringing of Sally's mobile. The romantic mood dead by this point, Sally answered her phone. "Hello."

"Sally, it's Susan," Susan informed on the other end of the line.

"Susan, I was just about to phone. You had the baby then?"

"Not even a full hour ago."

"And I am the godmother right?"

"You're not at all curious if it's a boy or girl?"

"I can figure that out on my own; am I godmother or not?"

"Yes, Sally."

Sally brushed her hair back with a sense of satisfaction. "This is a pleasant surprise. Thank you Susan, I'm honored to be your child's godmother."

"I had a son by the way. His name is Joshua."

"Well I would have known that when I got to the hospital, wouldn't I?" There was a click, followed by a tone on the other end. "Hello? Susan? Hello?"

…

Later in the afternoon when all was settled down and Baby Joshua was back with his parents, the four friends had decided to visit in a group.

Patrick knocked on their door and popped his head in. "You up for some company?"

"Sure, come on in," Susan approved.

Patrick stood back and opened the door and the women entered first, then Oliver and Patrick.

"Aww!" Sally and Jane were in awe as they moved closer to Susan and the baby.

"Well done, mate," Patrick congratulated Steve as he and Oliver stood behind the proud papa.

"My God he looks just like Steve," Sally commented.

"Do you mean that in a good or bad way?" Steve asked for clarification.

"Good way, I promise. Can I hold him?"

"Of course," Susan gingerly passed the infant to her best friend, "mind his head though."

Sally carefully held the newborn and gave him a sort of quick inspection. "It's hard to believe he's here now." She looked down at the baby. "Hi there, I'm your Auntie Sally. My you've got a full head of hair don't you? God, I can't wait until you're old enough for me to do your hair." Patrick couldn't help but smile as he watched Sally interact with the baby. He wasn't quite sure why, but something about that image of Sally holding a baby seemed right to him. Sally turned to Jane and handed Joshua to her. "There you are Jane."

Much to everyone's surprise, Jane held the baby with delicacy as if she'd done it before. "Oh my God, he does look like Steve. He's going to be quite the looker when he gets older. Would it be considered a taboo to have sex with him when he's an adult?"

"Jane!" Steve was appalled.

"It's an honest question."

"Never ask it again."

"Sorry."

"Too late, moment killed."

"Consider it a compliment on your part. I don't think I'd consider sleeping with him in adulthood if he looked like Susan." Jane slowly walked toward Oliver because he was next in the sort of line. "Mind his head, Oliver."

"I've never held a baby before," Oliver confessed as he adjusted Joshua in his arms. "Feels kinda weird; do I really have to hold him?"

"Not if you don't want to," Susan assured.

"Thank you," he handed the baby to Steve, who was beside him.

"Patrick, do you want to hold him?" Steve asked.

Patrick shrugged. "Sure, why not." Once Steve placed Joshua in Patrick's arms, the newborn began crying at the top of his lungs. "Here," he quickly handed the baby back to Steve. "What did I do different?"

"Maybe he doesn't like you," Jane point blankly answered. Her only response was some rather bothered looking glares. "Being honest."

There was another knock on the door followed by the door slightly opening and that friend sticking his head in. "Room for one more?"

"Jeff!" Steve quickly gave the baby to Susan and got up to hug his friend. After the hug, he gave his friend a brief look over. "You're not a woman."

"Um…neither are you."

"But when I saw you yesterday you had breasts…and were lactating. You looked like my fourth year maths teacher."

"How big were my breasts?"

"Darling," Susan began, "don't you think that seeing a female Jeff was all a dream?"

Steve thought that through. "It does seem more probable."

"No seriously Steve: how big were my breasts?" Jeff repeated his question.

"So Jeff, when did you get back?" Patrick changed the subject.

"Just got back a few minutes ago. I rented a car, put all my stuff in it, and drove here to see my new godson. I didn't 'spect to see all of you here." He was looking specifically at Oliver.

"Hi, I'm Oliver Morris," Oliver introduced himself. "I've heard lots about you Jeff."

"Oliver; I've heard...things." Oliver didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't. "Good to see the rest of you though," Jeff looked at the new parents expectantly. "Can I hold him?"

"Sure Jeff," Susan carefully passed the infant to Jeff, who also seemed at ease when holding a newborn.

"Whoa this feels weird; don't think I've ever held a baby before," Jeff looked down at Joshua, and then quickly looked back up with a smile. "Hey, I think he's smiling at me."

Steve then ruined the moment with, "No, it's just gas. Made that same face earlier, got that same response from the nurse."

"I'm just surprised he didn't scream his lungs out when I held him."

"He didn't scream when Jane held him either."

"He's just been a perfect little angel," Susan commentated.

"Um excuse me," Patrick garnered everyone's attention, "he screamed bloody murder when I held him."

"I'm sure it was nothing. Jeff, hand the baby to Patrick." Jeff shrugged and did what Susan instructed. Once Joshua was in Patrick's arms, he screamed bloody murder. "Here, give him to me."

"No, he stopped crying when I handed him to his dad," Patrick spoke over the wailing. "He'd probably do the same if I handed him to his mum. Here Jeff, you take him." He quickly gave the baby back to Jeff and instantly, Joshua stopped crying. "Oh bloody hell!"

"I guess it is you."

"Oh, but when I said that I got dirty looks," Jane lamented.

"Sally, can we go now?" Patrick sort of whined this to his girlfriend.

"Alright Darling, we'll go," Sally replied before giving Susan a gentle hug. "I'll see you soon." Sally looked down at the baby. "And I'll see you too, you adorable little thing you," Sally planted a sweet kiss on the baby's forehead. "Well, bye everyone," Sally waved goodbye to the rest of the adults as she headed toward the door—which Patrick was already standing by.

"I s'pose I better get back to Hellmouth's," Oliver was referring to his place of business. "I put up the sign for a ten minute break and I think I overdid it," he couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his weak joke. "Jane, do you need a lift?"

"No thank you," Jane declined. "My date should be arriving any moment."

"Date?"

"I couldn't help but bump into a gorgeous nurse and we made dinner plans."

Jeff's eyes went wide with excitement and he tried to maintain composure. "Nurse, eh?"

"Male nurse, Jeff," Steve spoke.

"No, she's a female," Jane corrected. This resulted in a sort of odd, intrigued moan from both Jeff and Oliver. "Remember Oliver: she was that blonde one with the eye shadow and the hourglass figure."

"Hello nurse," Jeff referenced a popular American cartoon.

"You made a date with someone else?" Oliver asked for clarification.

"A woman too."

Jane sort of gave a pout and her typical thinking twitch before speaking. "Well seeing as though we're not together-"

Oliver was back to being confused. "What?"

"We broke up after our fight this morning."

"I didn't even know you two were officially together," Susan noted as she put the baby in the hospital bassinet.

"Neither did I!" Oliver responded back.

Jeff let out a sort of chortle. "Well she's with another lady now so-"

"Thank you, Jeff!" Steve did this to get Jeff to stop talking about this.

"Irregardless," Jane stood up to leave, "her shift is over soon and I promised to meet her at some club. Congratulations on the new baby," Jane gave a hug to Susan and Steve. "Don't want to be late for my date."

Oliver was still dumbfounded. "What just happened?"

"There are things that aren't right with her," Steve replied. "I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and Jane then."

"Right," Oliver was still uncertain of what just transpired.

"But in case she sneaks into your flat tonight for sex don't be so surprised."

"Okay then. I'm going to go now." Oliver left as quickly as he could.

"I can go too right?" Jeff asked.

"If you'd like," Steve informed.

"I'm going to try and get my job and my apartment back," Jeff explained as he handed Joshua back to Susan.

"Good luck with that."

"Jeff," Susan started to speak, "you do know that Julia isn't our boss anymore?"

"What? No," clearly this came as a surprise to Jeff.

"She officially stepped down a few months ago and gave the job to Tim Freeman."

"Tim Freeman? Well, I guess that's a good thing he was a hard working bloke. Right, I'm gonna go see about getting my job back. Congrats on the new baby and what not." Jeff gave his friends a quick hug, gave a small wave to the baby, and then left to go about his business.

Steve closed the door and sat beside Susan. "Guess it's just the two of us."

"Three of us," Susan reminded him of the baby's presence.

"Right, right, three of us, sorry. God, I can't believe we have a baby now."

"Neither can I."

"Should we discuss marriage then?"

"Not now Steve."

"But we have a baby now."

"So? Just because we have a baby doesn't mean we have to get married. We've got a good thing going now why jinx it right away?"

"Should we at least get married before a proper christening?"

"Let's not worry about this now, Darling. I put the baby in the bassinet for a nap; I suggest we take in a nap while we can." Susan made some room for Steve to join her on the hospital bed.

"You're probably right," Steve climbed onto the bed beside her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Not even a full minute after closing their eyes, Joshua started crying. "Right then, you take care of that."

I had no idea when/where/how to end this. I tried to picture this like an actual episode and I might've overdid it in length, I'm not entirely sure. It's kind of hard to keep in continuity with everything when the show ended eight years ago. So if anyone seems OOC or I mess up with continuity please let me know.

So, how am I doing?