Broken Resolutions.

"Can I ask you a question?" Oliver Valentine asked timidly- his usual self-assured demeanour evaporating rapidly, as an F1 he'd never attempted an operation this complex before and frankly he was terrified. He had tried to calm his nerves by making pathetic attempts at conversation with his mentor, but as ever, Jac was trying her level best not to cooperate. He tried asking her about her plans for the rest of New Year's Eve, (she didn't go in for all that apparently) so he talked aimlessly with no avail, about the weather, difficult patients and his own plans until Jac's long suffering glare, made him realise he'd been rambling and she was at the end of her tether. Obediently, he shut up for a few minutes, until a sudden thought crossed his mind, causing him to open his mouth yet again. Jac rolled her eyes; she wasn't really in the mood for small talk with this little "Boy-Scout" of a doctor, but perhaps if she answered his question she could keep him from boring her to death.

"That depends on what it is." She answered leisurely. Suddenly the frantic bleeping of the heart monitor broke their conversation, causing Oliver to snap back into action. Jac however didn't bat an eyelid and simply called calmly for a crash trolley.

"He's in VF" cried Oliver, panicking slightly and stating the obvious.

"Really?" sighed Jac- sarcasm dripping from her voice as she began to do chest compressions. "How dull," She paused, as she checked the patients breathing. "So what did you want to ask me about?" She asked beckoning for Oliver to hand her the defibrillator paddles. Oliver gestured towards the patient before them, "This," he shrugged.

"Ok, charge 120 please, clear!" Jac called- shocking the patient "Right, what about it?" she asked casually once she had stabilized the heartbeat. Ollie practically gaped at her, he couldn't comprehend how she could be so nonchalant about all this; here she was having just saved a man's life and she was acting like it was nothing. "Fire away then." She prompted when he didn't respond.

"What now?" he argued, "But his BP is still through the floor!"

She shrugged, "It's as good a time as any,"

"Ok then, Ms Naylor how exactly did you get into this?" he asked abruptly. Instantly, Jac's guard went up, "Weren't you watching?" she laughed, deliberately misunderstanding him, "We-"

"No" Ollie cut her off, "I mean why medicine?" It was a fair question, Jac thought, she deliberately kept that fact a mystery for a reason though, and he was getting far too close. "It pays the bills" She snapped quickly, hoping to throw him off the scent. The reason behind why Jac was a doctor was not something she wanted to share, it was too emotional and emotions to her were weaknesses. Weaknesses that loved ones could use against you to hurt you and she was never going to let herself get hurt again. Normally when people got too close Jac would scare them away with a bitchy remark, but for some reason, she knew this technique would never work on Oliver- he was so eager and enthusiastic, her insults just seemed to bounce straight off him. Even now, despite having not said a word, she knew he did not believe a word of what she had just said. Instead he was simply looking straight at her, as if trying to figure out a tricky puzzle. It was like he admired her or something.

"Well looking at me won't finish the job" she barked at him. Oliver looked away quickly, ashamed and pretended to busy himself by checking the patient's heart monitor. "Is it a control thing?" he probed, turning back to face her.

"No" Jac shot back condescendingly "That's a boy thing."

"Well then what?" Ollie persisted.

"I told you" She growled defensively, "It pays the bills. Now can you please," But she was cut off as their patient went crashing into VF for the second time. "Ok, we've got a bleed" she announced "Let's have some packs, please. I need more light."

Oliver reached for a torch and switched it on, "I've got it!" He exclaimed rather excitedly. "It's the purity of it isn't it? You know, life and death, just hanging in the balance…" Jac rolled her eyes again. "Please hand me the gun so I can shoot you," she sighed dramatically.

Once she'd scrubbed out of theatre, Jac let herself into the staff room, grateful for the peaceful emptiness that greeted her. Oliver's constant chatter had left her head in a spin, only one other person had the balls to talk to her like that and he was someone who Jac preferred not to think too much about, mainly for self-preservation reasons. She opened her locker and gently tugged her hair out of its tight bun and let it hang loose around her delicate face. She gazed at her reflection, wondering what Joseph would be doing right now- he was probably at some flashy New Year's party with Faye on his arm. Despite everything she couldn't help but feel that it should've been her at that party, she loved Joseph more than that doll-faced cow ever would, but no- here she was about to head home to an empty flat and a ready-meal for one. It was depressing. Suddenly Oliver came crashing through the door, interrupting her reverie.

"Sorry" He smiled seeing she was clearly startled, "Gosh, how do you come down from something like this?" he buzzed. Jac smiled slightly, as she held out her hand which was trembling slightly, "Who says I do?" she paused, "Happy New Year by the way," she added.

"I thought you didn't go in for all that." Oliver said, slightly taken aback.

Jac raised an eyebrow "A girls got a right to change her mind."

"Right, well same to you then," Oliver faltered, "See you." He added, shutting his locker and turning to leave. As he did so, a strange sensation came over Jac. This young man had given up his evening to help her save a man's life tonight- he probably had some pretty girl extraordinarily angry at him right now and yet he'd been nothing but attentive and friendly all evening and she had simply ignored him. In fact, she hated to admit it, but she had actually quite enjoyed his company and part of her was dreading yet another night in an empty flat with nothing but a tub of Ben and Jerry's and a DVD to keep her company.

"Other people are easier to fix." She blurted suddenly at his retreating figure, before rushing a hand to her mouth in shock- she'd never said it aloud before, let alone disclose it to a fellow doctor. Oliver whirled around, "Sorry?" he asked.

"That's it." Jac sighed, resignedly "That's the reason. Other people are easier to fix." She confessed, closing her own locker and turning to face him. However before she could justify herself, the F1 had crossed the room in a flash and crushed his lips to hers feverishly. Jac was stunned momentarily, this hadn't been the reaction she'd been expecting, but she'd take it. It didn't take long for her to respond, she hadn't been kissed this passionately in a while and she had to admit, he was a very good kisser. He would never be Joseph of course, but seeing as he was nowhere to be seen at the moment and even less likely to care, he would certainly do for now.

Watch this space to find out what I think should've happened after this point! What if Penny didn't catch them?

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