Here's the first official chapter! I've made a few changes to the storyline of casualty for this fanfic so I'm gonna explain them a bit, first is Caleb and Ethan always had the surname Hardy, it's not just from after they were adopted (I know cals is now knight btw) and... Ehh well that seems to be it. Please review as it would mean the world to me. Thanks x

Oh also i don't own any of the staff at holby city.

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flashback (Caleb is 5 and Ethan is 3)

Emilie Hardy was a hard working , single mother of two beautiful boys. It was a chilly Monday night and she has just managed to get Caleb and Ethan to sleep. It had been a tough job as both boys were ecstatic at the though of starting primary and nursery the next day. The past week at been a frenzy of getting school bags, school lunch boxes, school shoes and everything school related for Caleb starting primary 1. Gosh they were growing so fast.

She set the ironing board up and started ironing both their shirts for the next day, she dearly hoped Ethan wouldn't get bullied to much, he had a stutter, glasses and dressed..well...not very 3 year old like. More business man or when he's at home doctor like. Oh well she thought, at least Caleb will be in the building right next to him. Her mind drifted to when Cal started nursery...to when their father was still around.

Dont get her wrong she was absolutely glad he was gone. But she was finding it hard to cope on her small income and with two very young children. She had voiced her concerns to her local GP, glad to get the words out her mouth. Wow did she feel better after telling somebody, Infact she was coping better than ever.

30 minutes later she had ironed all their clothes and packed both their lunches, time for a nice glass of wine she thought to herself. 'Things are gonna be better know' she whispered to herself 'I'll raise the two most perfect boys in the world.' How wrong she was.

current time (Ethan and Caleb are grown ups and Everlyn is 5, set about 9 years before weap the whirlwind part 2)

Emilie started at the latest text she got from the social worker. The words from the screen danced around the room that was getting blurry from her tears.

i will be to pick Everlyn up at 11:00am this morning, hopefully no screaming and crying this time though

this couldn't be happening, after her precious sons were dragged away from her, screaming and crying. They were coming to take away her daughter. Her ex husband had shown up long enough to get her pregnant and then conveniently left again. Leaving her with a child. She slowed a lump in her throat and looked at the time. 10:30am. An idea came to her, if she cooked some breakfast for Everlyn and left it with her at 10:55 then she could go to her cousins house in Scotland for a month, come back and try to rebuild her life. 'Yes, that's what I'll do' her thoughts being voiced aloud. So off she went and made some scrambled egg and plain toast. Everyln was a lot like Ethan that way she would take a piece of plain toast and nibble away at it for hours, that's what earned Ethan the nickname 'nibbles' from Cal, she deemed it fit that h would nickname is little sister 'nibbles junior' so that's what she did.

10:50, she slowly walked up to the attic bedroom to where Everlyn was still asleep. Warily opening the stair gate and unlocking the door she walked in and placed the food in the high top bunk with the sleeping beauty herself. Tears made their way down Emilies face as she kissed her daughters forehead goodbye. Careful not to wake her she locked the door again, leaving the key on the outside and shut the stair gate. No way a 5 year old could get out of that one. Solomenly walking to the kitchen she got her keys and purse and walked to the airport. Saying goodbye to her 3rd child forever.

what she didn't know is she left her phone and just as she walked down the street a text came through.

So sorry, something major has come up. Everlyn will be picked up this time in 10 or 11 days. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.