Hello, this is my first fic ever so if all goes well hopefully I will do more. This is AU so many of the details have been changed. Leave some suggestions for storylines in the reviews!
*I do not own any of these characters*
Chapter 1
She had just sat down and was about to take a sip of her freshly brewed tea when the doorbell rang. Oh I wonder who that could be this early. It was a Friday morning and she had just finished her last nightshift of the week. When she opened the door she was surprised to see Patrick standing looking sheepish, bags under his eyes and his hair all dishevelled with a poorly, pale Timothy standing beside him.
"Patrick? Is everything alright?" she asked growing more concerned.
"I'm sorry, I know you have just finished your shift but it's Tim, he's not feeling very well and I've just been called to a meeting. He asked especially for you…" Patrick replied, guilt edging his voice.
Tim, who had been unusually quiet moved forward to fling his arms around Shelagh's waist and bury his head in her stomach. Shelagh had always been fond of the now 7 year-old, ever since his mum left when he was just a baby and she had helped Patrick with babysitting whenever she could (as did all the nurses).
"Well, it's a good job I've made some of my special soup isn't it?" She smiled, picking him up and taking him inside.
Patrick was so relieved; he knew Shelagh wouldn't have minded but he never liked to just assume. She's so wonderful I could kiss her. Shelagh had already settled down on the couch with Tim resting his head on her lap as she soothingly ran her fingers through his hair. Her hair was still in a bun from her work but loose bits of hair had fallen out framing her face, her blue eyes shone with concern and love as she comforted his little boy in her arms. To Patrick, she had never looked more beautiful but how could he ever tell her that?
"Tim, I'll pick you up later once I'm finished okay?" Patrick said in an attempt to shake himself from his thoughts. Tim barely opened his eyes, instead he groaned and tried to bury himself further into Shelagh's side.
"Can't I just stay here tonight? Shelagh makes me feel much better." Tim sniffed. Only when he was ill or sad would Tim turn back into the little boy he once was, needing to be cuddled and fussed over.
"Oh, Patrick I don't mind honestly, he's burning up and I'm off now for a few days anyway. Why don't you come over once you're finished and I'll make us all some dinner? I even have a spare duvet set so you could stay too… I- I mean if it would be- be easier." She stammered. Shelagh has known Patrick for years but the thoughts and feelings she's been having recently towards him make her feel like a teenager again. She supposes they've always been there but she's just never realised and now that she has, she doesn't know what to do about them. Patrick smiled, the thought of coming from a long, boring meeting to Shelagh's cooking and company made him happier than he cared to admit.
"Alright, I'll give you a ring when I'm on my way." He said, picking his bag up off the floor and throwing her one of his goofy lop-sided smiles. I can't wait.
