AN: I do not own Doctors, or any of the characters. I only own Abi and Lindsay. All rights go to their original owners. Italics is flashback to when Abi was 7. This story was orignally hosted on Quotev, but I felt it belonged better here, in the actual Doctors fandom, where more fans of the show are likely to read it.
Abi's POV
"So, what are you gonna do today?" My friend Lindsay asked, stirring the cup of coffee in her hand. I glanced at my watch, and bit my lip. "I think I've got time to go and visit Heston today. He doesn't know we're back in town, so I'm hoping to surprise him." I suggested, and she nodded.
"Well, as long as you're back here by half two, I don't give a damn. Go and have some fun with your uncle, you deserve it." She replied, with a faint smile on her face.
"Cheers, Lins. You sure you're going to be OK in the flat by yourself today?" I asked.
"Of course. I'll be fine, Abi. I'm not a child. If one of my arms fall off, I'll be sure to call." She insisted, as I raised an eyebrow. "Go on then." She commented. "I will honestly call you if something happens. Say hi to your uncle for me." I let out a sigh, and put my hands up in mock surrender. "Well, if you can't win…" I began, as Lindsay hit my shoulder.
"Go on! Or it'll be half past 2 before you know it!" She encouraged, as I laughed slightly. I picked up my jacket from the coat rack, and waved goodbye to Lindsay. As soon as I took a step outside, the cold October air sent shivers up my spine. The memories this place brought back haunted me. I left here when I was 17, and had hoped to never look back. But what with Lindsay and everything, I had to come back. I couldn't cope on my own. My uncle was a doctor here. He was the only family I had that I actually liked. He was the one who inspired me to become a doctor. Doctor Abigail Carter. I still couldn't believe that I had that title myself. That's how I met Lindsay. We made a real pair. Doctor Abigail Carter and Nurse Lindsay Willows. As I approached The Mill, the surgery where my uncle worked, memories of my past came flashing back to me. And I realised exactly why I hated this town.

"Abigail?" My uncle Heston asked, kneeling to my height. "Do you understand what's going on?" I shook my head.
"Why won't mummy come home?" I questioned. "I want her." Heston let out a shaky sigh, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Abigail, your mum won't be coming back." He said softly, a sad look in his eyes.
"Why?" I asked.

"Cause she's dead." My dad replied, taking a swig from his whisky bottle.
"James!" Heston scolded, as my dad rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't talk like that to her. She's only 7!"
"Meh, she can cope. Stop criticising me, old man." My dad replied, as fury took over Heston's eyes.
"Come on, Abigail. Let's go to the park, hey?" He said, bitterness evident in his tone.
"Abigail, don't you go with him. Stay here with daddy, OK?" My dad slurred, as Heston held out his hand. I took it, as my dad threw his bottle. It shattered into a thousand pieces, as he let out a loud noise. "You stupid bitch!" He yelled. "How dare you abandon me too?" Heston picked me up, and left the house, refusing to reply to my dad.
"Ignore him, Abigail. We don't need him anymore." Heston insisted, once we'd gotten a safe distance from my house. Seeing the terror and confusion in my eyes, he pulled me into a hug. "It's going to be OK, Abi. There's no reason to be frightened anymore. I'll look after you."

I took a deep sigh, as I wrapped my arms around myself. Was this the right thing to do? What was I expecting to happen? I'd just go in there, and Heston would welcome me back with open arms? I closed my eyes, and focused on steadying my breathing. I was going to be fine. I was going to be fine. As long as I could convince myself of that, I'd live. Clenching my hand into a slight fist, I headed inside the building. Immediately I spotted the reception desk, and the coloured woman sat behind it. She studied me, and I could almost feel her gaze judging me. Stood behind her was a man, relatively short and dressed in grey suit, studying a series of files in his hands. With legs trembling, I decided to approach the desk. I may as well get this over with...
Jimmi's POV
I briefly glanced up from the files in my hands to see Mrs Tembe interrogating this terrified looking young woman over the desk. "Name?" Mrs Tembe questioned.
"Abigail." The blonde girl answered. "I'm here to see Dr Heston Carter." Mrs Tembe raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"Why? Do you have an appointment?" I studied the blonde girl. Bright blue eyes stared hopefully at Mrs Tembe, with long blonde curls that framed her face. She was tall, almost definitely taller than me, and had a curved form. Long slender hands were positioned on her hips, as her bright white teeth bit down on her pale pink lips. Dressed in a dark black t-shirt, suit jacket and jeans, she seemed casual and relaxed. "No." Abigail replied. "It's complicated." I raised an eyebrow questioningly at this, and decided to interrupt, taking a step towards the girl. "Are you OK?" I asked. "I'm Dr Clay, if you need medical assistance, I can help you." Abigail smiled slightly.
"That's very kind of you, Dr Clay, but I'd really like to see Heston. There's nothing medically wrong with me, I assure you." She answered, lightly placing a hand on my shoulder in an innocent gesture. Her touch was electric, but I liked it. This was when Heston arrived on the scene, and decided to interrupt everything. "Abigail?" He questioned curiously, studying her. "What are you doing here?" Abigail's smile exploded into a grin, as she flung her arms around Heston.

"Missed you too." She replied sarcastically, causing him to laugh slightly and return the hug.

"Who is this random girl?" Mrs Tembe asked, looking at me as if I knew the answers. I shrugged slightly, as Abigail pulled away from Heston. "Oh, did I not introduce myself properly?" She asked, as Mrs Tembe shook her head. Abigail held out her hand to her. "I'm Abigail Carter, Heston's niece. Pleasure to meet you." Mrs Tembe smiled, and took her hand.

"Mrs Tembe, receptionist." She introduced herself.
"And this is Jimmi. Jimmi Clay." Heston interrupted, gesturing to me. I smiled, and offered her my hand. Abigail took it, and I was surprised to discover what a firm grip she had. "It's Jimmi with an 'I'." I added, not as if it mattered.

"Oh, that's unusual!" She remarked. "And it's Abi. I feel so old when people call me Abigail." Her gaze did unusual things to my heart, it was something that I hadn't felt in a long while.
"So, what are you doing back here? I thought you and Lindsay were still up in London." Heston interrupted, causing a slight look of sadness to come over Abi's face. "That's actually why I'm here. Can I talk to you?" Heston nodded, as Abi turned back to me and Mrs Tembe. "It was very nice to meet you two. I hope I'll get a chance to say goodbye when I leave later." She said her farewell, and then followed Heston, presumably to his office. "Well, what a nice young woman!" Mrs Tembe proclaimed. "It's no wonder given she's related to Dr Carter!" I stayed silent. "Are you alright, Dr Clay?" She asked, concern evident in her voice. I nodded.
"Yes. What time is my next appointment?" I asked. Mrs Tembe glanced at her screen, and replied,
"3:30. You're on your lunch break now." I nodded once again, thanked her, and headed to the staff area to pick up my jacket. Al, my best friend, was sat at the table as always, sipping coffee.
"Alright, Jim? You look like you've just seen a ghost." He questioned.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just tired." I answered, as Niamh, Al's current girlfriend burst into the room.
"Who's seen the mystery girl?" She questioned in her usual Irish tones.
"Mystery girl? What mystery girl?" Al asked. Niamh smirked, and sat down opposite him.
"The girl who's with Heston. I heard Mrs Tembe talking about her." Niamh explained.
"She's his niece." I interrupted. "Her name is Abigail. Abigail Carter." Al turned to me and smirked.
"Oh, so that's why you're so distracted!" He remarked. "Is she pretty?" I hit his arm and shook my head.

"Shut up."
"She's blonde." Niamh added. "Quite tall. She does look a bit like Heston. She's got his walk."
"Oh, sounds like Jimmi's found his dream girl!" Al exclaimed. "When's the wedding?" I ignored this comment, picked up my jacket and left the break room. After my past experiences with romance, I refused to get involved with girls ever again. Especially one who I'd just met, was very unlikely to stick around and was the niece of one of my colleagues. But... there was something about those blue eyes. I'd like to learn a little bit more about Abigail Carter.
AN: And I'm going to end it there! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! This will probably be quite a short story, I'm just going through a Doctors phase at the moment. Jimmi is my favourite character, and he doesn't have a love interest in the show (as far as I know, I've only been watching the show for about a year) and I wanted to give him one. Any feedback about this story would be really appreciated! Thank you!
-Melody xxx