Hello! It's been ages since I've posted or written anything and I'm not really all that happy with this fic. It's one I started last year, hence none of the newer characters are included, and I came across it again the other day. I decided to tidy it up a bit and finish it. It should be only 2 chapters I think (famous last words!) and I hope to have the other chapter up tomorrow if my internet connection holds out. It's just a bit of silliness really and probably horribly OOC but I thought I'd post it anyway. Review and opinions welcome :)

'You want me to what?' Serena stared at Chantelle in confusion as the young nurse held out a Valentine's card to her.

'Write this card for me.' Chantelle said brightly. Observing Serena's continued confusion Chantelle realised she would need to explain herself again. 'My friend Louise broke up with her boyfriend three weeks ago and she's really low and she thinks she'll never find love again because they were together for a whole year and she was sure he was "the one" and they would get married and have lots of babies – Louise hoped for two boys and two girls…'

Serena held up a hand. 'Chantelle – get to the point please.' She said wearily.

'Oh yea, sorry. Anyway, to cheer her up I want to send her a Valentine card tomorrow. So…' Chantelle beamed and held the card out again.

'Perhaps I'm being a little dim but… I fail to see what this has to do with me.'

'Well she'll recognise my handwriting so I thought maybe you could write it for me.' Chantelle replied as if it were obvious.

Serena glanced at the red and pink card with a teddy bear holding a heart that said 'Be My Valentine' on it. It was nauseatingly soppy and exactly the kind of card Serena would have imagined Chantelle loving.

'Fine.' She sighed. 'What do you want me to write?' This could count as her good deed for the day she figured.

'Um… I hadn't really thought of that.' Chantelle's brow furrowed in concentration. 'What would you write?'

'I wouldn't.' Serena replied glibly.

'You've never written a Valentine's card?' Chantelle asked incredulously.

'Not since I was a silly teen.'

Chantelle observed Serena's dour expression and decided not to push the matter in case Serena changed her mind about writing it. 'Well, um, just write – thinking of you or – Always thinking of you! Or maybe 'I think you're really really special and…'

'I say go with 'thinking of you',' Serena cut her off, 'You don't want to go overboard and give her the wrong idea – seeing as there isn't actually someone thinking about her.'

'I'm thinking about her.' Chantelle said.

'Yes, but you're not thinking of her romantically are you? Unless there's another part to this story I'm missing?' Serena raised an eyebrow.

'No! No. Just friends.' Chantelle said hurriedly. 'Ok. Thinking of you then.'

'Abdo pain from AAU.' Mary-Clare appeared at the nurses' station and handed a file to Chantelle, clocking Serena writing the card her eyes widened.

'Bed three is ready.' Chantelle said.

'Ok.' Mary-Clare shrugged. Her job was done getting the patient to Keller, she didn't have to get them all the way to the next bed. Chantelle sighed and went over to the patient. Mary-Clare tried to subtly turn her head to read what Serena was writing but was interrupted by the arrival of the CEO.

'Ms Campbell, I believe you wanted a second opinion.' Hanssen said in way of announcing his presence.

Serena startled slightly and shoved the card beneath some files. She didn't want Hanssen seeing her writing a Valentine's card and getting the wrong idea. 'Uh yes, bed 8.' She grabbed the file and made her way towards the patient.

Hanssen didn't immediately follow, instead looking pointedly at Mary-Clare. 'Have you been relocated from AAU Nurse Carter?'

'Uh no, Mr Hanssen, I was just bringing up a patient.' She explained. Hanssen continued his expressionless stare. 'I best get back there now.' He nodded and she made her way towards the lift.

Hanssen glanced around quickly. He'd noticed Serena shoving something beneath the files and was intrigued to find out if it was in fact what he thought it had looked like. He discreetly lifted the files and spotted the tacky Valentine's card. He was surprised to say the least; he would never have imagined Serena Campbell being the type to buy into this ridiculous Valentine's Day nonsense.

As Hanssen made his way towards bed 8 Mary-Clare returned quietly to the nurses' station. She had seen Serena hiding the card and observed Hanssen searching for it. As she read the card she suddenly got a wicked look on her face.

'Good morning Ms Campbell and happy Valentine's Day!' Harry Tressler greeted Serena smoothly as she entered the hospital the following morning.

'Good morning Dr Tressler.' Serena gave him a polite smile and made her way towards Pulse's to grab a coffee seeing as she still had half an hour before her shift was due to start. She was unimpressed by the heart shaped balloons and red bunting used to decorate the coffee stand. She realised Tressler had followed and glanced sideways at him.

'So, any special plans for Valentine's?' he asked as they queued for coffee.

'No.'

'Oh. I'm surprised. I expect you've had no shortage of admirers. Bet it took you ages to get through all your cards this morning.' He continued. Serena completely ignored him and stepped forward to order her coffee. Tressler looked around awkwardly to make sure no had noticed the Deputy Director of Surgery blanking him. He saw Mary-Clare heading for the lift. She winked at him and he smirked.

'Happy Valentines' Day Ms Campbell!'

Serena paused mid stride and blinked as Chantelle all but leaped in front of her, holding out a box full of Love Heart sweets, as she arrived on Keller.

'Good morning Nurse Lane.' She replied, attempting without success to sidestep the nurse.

'Would you like a sweet?' Chantelle thrust the box at her again.

'Uh no thank you. It's a bit early.' She said pointedly looking at the clock.

'Oh I don't think it can ever be too early for sweets. But then not everyone has as much of a sweet tooth as I do. Why don't you take some for later?' she rattled the box.

Serena sighed and took a few, mumbling thanks and making her way to the office, surprised that Ric wasn't already there. She dropped her briefcase on the floor and left the sweets on the desk and went to hang up her coat. She was about to sit down when Chantelle appeared again.

'Oh I forgot to say! Mr Griffin won't be in today.'

'What? Why not?'

'A SPA day? Something like that.' Chantelle shrugged.

'Who's covering?' Serena demanded. Ric bloody Griffin and his SPA days!

'Um no one.' Chantelle answered timidly. 'But Mr Hanssen has said if at any point you can't manage to let him know and he'll pop down.'

'Pop down?' Serena asked in flat tone.

'Well, he didn't say pop down – those are my words but well the way he said it… I can't really remember his words exactly.' Chantelle crinkled her nose in concentration trying to remember Hanssen's exact wording. 'Sorry. The gist of it was that he'd pop down though.' She smiled hoping Serena wasn't about to get angry.

'Fine.' Serena sighed and sat down as Chantelle quickly exited. She picked up the sweets, turning them over to see the phrases written on them. There were three and Serena rolled her eyes after reading;

Be Happy

Surrender

Lucky Day

'Lucky day indeed.' Serena grumbled quietly to herself.

Hanssen gathered his post from the holder outside his door and made his way inside, taking a seat at his desk he straightened his laptop which was slightly out of line with the edge of the desk before he turned his attention to the mail. After picking up the first brown envelope his attention was caught by a square, red envelope beneath it. He paused and picked it up. It had Henrik scrawled somewhat elaborately across it. Putting down the other letter he turned the red envelope over in his hands and opened it. The card he pulled from it looked worryingly familiar. It had a picture of a teddy bear holding a heart with 'Be My Valentine' written on the front. It couldn't be, he told himself, but as he opened it up his heartbeat quickened slightly.

There was a soppy poem printed in the centre of the card which he didn't bother to read. Instead his eyes immediately scanned the familiar handwriting. This was the card he had seen Serena Campbell hiding the day before. The handwriting was Serena Campbell's.

Thinking of you xx

He swallowed as he tried to comprehend the meaning and implications of Ms Campbell's actions in sending him this.

'Nurse Carter – to what do we owe the pleasure? I notice you don't appear to have any patients with you?' Serena asked glancing up from the nurses' station briefly.

'That's because I don't.' Mary-Clare replied loftily. 'I'm here to spread some Valentine's cheer.' She produced a basket of foil wrapped heart shaped chocolates.

Serena sighed as she looked at them but before she could speak Chantelle appeared.

'Aww are they for us?' she asked and Mary-Clare nodded. 'How lovely! Isn't that lovely Ms Campbell?'

'Yes. Lovely.' Serena replied smiling at Chantelle's enthusiasm. As Chantelle put some of the Love Hearts into a container for Mary-Clare to bring to AAU – a love sweet swap – Serena picked out a chocolate. She thought of the diet she'd been on for the last two weeks… her internal debate was interrupted however by the sound of a throat being cleared and she twirled around to find Hanssen standing behind her.

'Mr Hanssen.' She greeted him with a polite smile.

'Ms Campbell.' He seemed almost hesitant.

'Something we can do for you?' she asked, watching him curiously as he tugged slightly on the collar of his shirt.

'I um…'

'Mr Hanssen – chocolate?' Mary-Clare cut him off with a smirk.

Hanssen glanced distractedly at her, seemingly confused for a moment before noticing the chocolates and replying stiffly that he wouldn't before returning his attention to Serena.

'Oh come on Mr Hanssen, it's just a bit of chocolate.' Mary-Clare persisted.

'Shouldn't you be on AAU Nurse Carter?' Hanssen snapped.

'Sorry.' Mary-Clare said, taking the container from Chantelle and grumbling under her breath 'just trying to be nice.' She turned on her heel and stomped off. Noticing Hanssen's apparent mood Chantelle made herself scarce too.

Observing Hanssen for a moment Serena wondered what was irking the Swede today. She really wasn't in the mood for a battle.

'Ms Ca-'

'Here, save me from myself.' Serena cut him off, hoping to delay whatever lecture she was about to receive. 'Take my heart!'

'Wh-what?' Hanssen's eyes widened momentarily before he noticed the heart shaped chocolate she was holding out to him.

'I'm on a diet.' She explained. 'You arrived just in time to stop me from giving into temptation.' He accepted the chocolate and looked at it intently. She noticed again that he seemed uncomfortable. Whatever he had to say it must be bad. She took a deep breath. 'Shall we go to my office?'

'Um' Hanssen turned the chocolate heart over in his hand before seemingly coming to a decision. 'No.' he said decisively.

Serena waited for him to continue.

'My office. Half an hour.' He said briskly, giving a small nod before turning and walking away.

Serena watched him go. Now she was worried.