It's Rebelcat's week. ;-)
This one is labelled gen, but I think it's just the beginning, and all bets are off.
Out With the Old by Rebelcat
“Watch me,” said Bodie, confidently. “I’ll ferry you there like you were my own grandmother.”
“If you start driving like your grandmother,” Doyle took a deep breath, “I'll know you’re too drunk to drive.”
“Said I’d drive like you were my grandmother. Not like I was my grandmother.” Bodie smirked. “The drunk trumps the bloke in pain. Ha.” He took Doyle firmly by the shoulders and steered him towards the passenger side of the car. It was a worrying sign of just how incapacitated Doyle was that he didn’t put up a fight.
Instead, as Bodie started the engine, Doyle said “Didn’t know you had a grandmother. Or a mother, for that matter.”
Bodie glanced over. Doyle had his head back against the seat cushion, and his face was shiny with sweat. He stamped down firmly on an impulse to lay his hand over Doyle’s forehead and instead said, “Where did you think baby Bodies come from? Of course I had a mother!”