One and The Same

Chapter One - Ginger Snap

As Jac Naylor strode back onto Darwin, two things were apparent.

One, her hair was considerably shorter, giving a softer look about her as it skimmed just below her shoulders gracefully. Her hair, following a six week research trip in sunny San Francisco, was also a couple of shades lighter, which was highlighted by her slight tan and white floaty blouse.

Two, her luggage was very much still on her person, seemingly leaving only one conclusion. She had come straight from the airport to the hospital. With an exasperated expression marking her features, she dragged her suitcases behind her, bashing into a couple of nurses on the way, not entirely by accident, if not only to enjoy the squeals of horror as they tried in vain to leap out of her way.

Jac Naylor was back.

With Mo still on maternity leave, as she was having a last-minutue crisis with the nanny, Jonny had nobody to amuse himself with. As for Oliver, he had apparently vanished from the ward. Which was just as well, as Mo was the only person who would bet with him anyway. And with Jac still in San Francisco, he was truly and utterly bored. He was the epitome of bored. And with no person having the common decency to incur multiple organ failure to warrant a transplant, his position as transplant co-ordinator seemed pretty futile too.

Suddenly, he heard a large crash behind him, following by several mumbles which gradually began to get louder. Craning his neck, he saw one of the scrub nurses repeatedly apologising to a disinterested consultant, none other than a certain redhead, who began to berate her viciously. The scrub nurse in question had a pile of kidney dishes swimming at her feet, along with a tray of surgical instruments that would no doubt need to be sterilised again.

He laughed loudly at the nurse's incoherent apology as she scrambled onto her hands and knees to clear up the mess she had created. Seeing the kidney dishes scattered haphazardly on the floor brought a smile on his face, as it recalled the memory of him and Jac engaging in a similar activity in the supplies room in his first day at Holby.

Jac, hearing his sudden outburst, rolled her eyes at the nurse, gave one last scathing remark about minimum wage workers, before hauling her luggage around the nurse and marching brusquely over to Jonny, who now had a smug look on his face.

"Ah, welcome back, Ms Naylor. I wonder if you can help - I've lost somebody," he said, not looking up from the file on the desk.

"I haven't actually been here for six weeks; why would I know where you've lost your patient? What does this illustrious patient look like anyway?" replied Jac, folding her arms.

"Hmmm...big nose, big brown eyes, big bow tie and very large ears. Goes by the name Mickey. He was with his girlfriend Minnie. You haven't seen him on your travels, have you?" drawled Jonny, smirking broadly.

Unimpressed, Jac simply raised her eyebrows, and shifted her purse, which was slipping off her shoulder. Seeing that Jac was clearly not in the mood for jokes, Jonny cleared his throat before continuing carefully.

"How may I help you, Ms Naylor?" he asked, in the most professional voice he could muster around Jac.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" Jac asked, fuming slightly. Jonny was perturbed as to why she was annoyed. Fair enough, being Jac, it didn't take much, but it seemed like a pretty straightforward task.

"Is that a euphemism?" Jonny smirked again, unable to reisst the opportunity to wind Jac up further.

"Hilarious. No, I can't find my keys and I need to get into my desk drawer to get my spare keys so I can go home. And I need you to pick a lock as the keys to my desk drawer are on my regular set of keys, which I have lost. Capiche?" Jac snapped.

"Anything for you, ginger snap," Jonny smirked as he followed Jac, who turned on her heel and made a noise of disgust, striding towards her office.

Reaching the office, Jac impatiently punched in her door code, smirking herself this time, as Jonny came into contact with the door face-first, as the door swung shut.

"Oops," replied Jac.

Five minutes later, Jonny had tried various objects to try and open the drawer, including pens, pencils, a pair of scissors and various hairclips.

"Can you actually do this? Or should I get a competent person to help me?" Jac groaned, tapping her foot.

"Patience is a virtue. Then again, I wouldn't have thought "virtuous" would be high on your list of character traits. And I'm perfectly competent. Wouldn't be the first time I've got into your drawers," he smirked calmly, concentrating on the task at hand.

"You? Competent? Wouldn't have thought "logical" would have been high on your list of character traits, nurse," replied Jac snarkily.

"Ah, yes, logic. Tell me again, why did you put your spare keys in a drawer that can only be unlocked by your regular keys?" laughed Jonny, effectively winning the little power battle. He stood up, just to exert his power just a little bit more.

"Who needs keys? Everyone knows that a nurse is about as qualified as a locksmith," stated Jac.

"You wound me, Ms Naylor. And may I say, excellent hair," whispered Jonny, his voice barely audible as edged closer to her, his lips casually brushing her earlobe as he spoke.

His comment took her back to her very first time she met him, on the people skills course. Smiling internally at that day, she wondered why was actually on that course. In the midst of "escaping" from the tedium of the course, she never actually found out.

Jac froze, immediately aware of his continued presence next to her, and his close proximity. Turning to look at him briefly, her eyes grazed slowly over his features, before coming to rest on his lips, drinking him in.

Dropping the hairclip he was currently attacking the drawer with, his hands immediately found their way to her waist, picking her up effortlessly and depositing her on his desk. Familiarising himself with the feeling of his lips against hers, she moaned as his hands began to roam higher, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing her neck.

"Ms Naylor, there's a new case in, and I thought...oh my word...I'm so sorry...I didn't realise," Jac and Oliver sprang apart at the sound of Oliver's voice, as he poked his head round the door, blushing slightly in embarassment.

"Valentine, have you ever heard of knocking? And as you know, I'm officially not back until tomorrow. Can't it wait?" snarled Jac venomously, obviously frustrated at his interruption. Unbeknown to Jonny, she hadn't had that much action in San Francisco, except for one half-drunken fumble, which didn't really go anywhere once she sobered up and came to her senses and kicked him out of her hotel room.

"Yes, Ms Naylor, I realise that, but I don't think it can wait. I thought you'd rather have the case than Elliot," sighed Oliver, trying his best to be patient and hold his ground.

"Well, go on then, Boy Scout, what is it?" barked Jac, much to the amusement of Jonny.

"It's Freya. Freya Winters."

I thought that this could have been a potential San Fran return, especially as we barely saw any of the wonderful Jac this week. And as for Mo, a) she looks ready to pop, and b) I wanted more J/J interaction as it's more fun to write :)

Also, I just will take any excuse to bring back the beautiful baby Freya (and everyone's favourite paediatrician, of course!)

This is my first HC fanfic, so please read, review and be as awesome as you already are! Thank you!

Love Em xxx