My take on a little Turnadette story.

What if Sister Bernadette hadn't turned away for Doctor Turner when he kissed her hand in season 2 episode 5?

This is my first take on a Turnadette Fanfiction, please be gentle with me ;). English is not my fist language so please forgive me for making mistakes. Reviews are greatly appreciated. This will only be a short story probably two chapters ;)

I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

Chapter 1

He was kissing her hand. Sister Bernadette was unable to move, speak or think. All she knew at this very moment was, that she did not want him to stop.

She had never in her whole life felt so loved. Dr. Turner moved his lips along her palm, until they came to halt on her wrist and caressed her wrist lovingly.

Her knees began to weaken and as if he had known it, he stopped kissing her and pulled her into his arms.

"On god! How I have longed to touch you, to feel you." He whispered.

Sister Bernadette was wrapped in his loving embrace and buried her head deeper into his waistcoat.

"Oh what are we doing? How can something that is supposed to be wrong feel so good? So right?" She asked him with tenderly, while wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Because no matter what the circumstances are my dear, this is good and right."

Dr. Turner insisted and took a step back, just enough to look at her.

"But I have taken a vow to love God and only him." Sister Bernadette told him, her head lowered in shame.

He could understand that she was confused and overwhelmed by what was happening, but he had to make sure that she understood that their love was nothing wrong or forbidden.

He slowly caressed her left cheek, carefully took hold of her chin and moved her head up to face him.

"I know that and you have to believe me, when I tell you, that have tried everything to stop myself from falling in love with you more and more every day, but I am a week man and I have failed.

Sister Bernadette I love you with everything I have and everything I am, and I believe that God does not think, the true love between a man and a woman, to be something bad and forbidden. So if you feel the same and do not reject me I promise you, for the rest of my life I will do everything to make you happy."

Tears were slowly running down her cheeks "Shelagh, my real name is Shelagh." She told him as she moved her head closer to his and finally captured his lips with hers in a tender kiss.

The kiss was so tender he could barely feel her lips on his and yet there was so much love in this kiss. So much heartache, so much fear and at the same time so much certainty and happiness.

As their lips parted Dr. Turner couldn't stop grinning, "Oh my dear Shelagh, you have made me the happiest man on earth."

"Dr. Turner I ..." She started, "Patrick my dear, please call me Patrick" He interrupted her.

"Patrick I ..." Shelagh started again her grin matching his. "I am so confused!" She sighed.

Patrick's face fell and he stiffened. How could he have been so foolish to assume, that she would give everything up for him, for their love.

Shelagh immediately realized the change in Patrick, "Oh Patrick! I think you misunderstood! I have never been as happy in my entire life as I am right now! But I don't know how to go on. What are we supposed to do?" She asked him running her hands over the lapels of his jacket.

Patrick took Shelagh's hurt hand into his, placed a loving kiss onto her palm, in the exact same manner as he had done just minutes before.

"I love you so much, I will do what ever you want and what ever makes you happy."

"You really love me?" She asked him her eyes and voice gave away how insecure and stunned she was.

"I do! God how I love you." Patrick sighed falling onto his knees "I want to marry you! Spent the rest of my life with you! I want you to be Timothy's mother and the mother of our children!"

"Oh Patrick!" Shelagh exclaimed falling onto her knees. Now that they both were on similar height level again, Shelagh felt much more comfortable.

"I love you too!" She told him taking his face into her hands "And I couldn't imagine anything more wonderful that being the mother of our children."

She leaned forward and kissed him. Patrick immediately wrapped his armed as around her waist drawing her closer to him. Her hands moved from his cheeks downwards across the side of his through and finally she wrapped her arms around his neck drawing herself even closer to him.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to them.

Shelagh's right hand moved upwards and buried itself into his hair, while Patrick let his right hand wander upwards along her spine and came to rest between her shoulder blades.

As Sister Julienne entered the kitchen she couldn't believe her eyes. The woman she had known for 10 years as Sister Bernadette was kneeling on the kitchen floor, wrapped in a passionate embrace and kissing a man, not any man but Doctor Turner, the man they worked with daily.

The couple was still unaware of their audience and couldn't help themselves; their kiss grew more passionate with every passing second.

As soon as Sister Julienne had recovered from her shock, she decided she had to do something to stop the couple before the situation got even more out of hand than it already had.

"Sister! Doctor! May I ask, what do you think you are doing?" She exclaimed with a hard voice, not quite able to mask her shock.

Shelagh and Patrick immediately sprang apart, stood up and turned to face Sister Julienne.

"Might one of you now please be so kind, as to explain to me, what exactly you were doing? " She asked them again.

Shelagh and Patrick looked at each other for a second. Than both took a deep breath, to gather the straight they would need for the unavoidable conversation that lay ahead of them.

TBC and reviews are greatly appreciated ;D