Because there should be more Janny fics around, even if mine aren't lovey dovey! Anywaaay, enjoy and review! :)
Shadows loom and calm silence engulfs the disordered being. Sat in a perfect posture, they ignore the moisture building around their eyes and glowers at the unimportant wall opposite. Trying anything to take their mind off of what had just happened. He exhales, and hastily rubs away any sign that the torturous emotion was there. Impulsively wounded and perplexed, yet desperate to be angry, horrified by his true emotions. By what pain a woman has caused him. This acidic, excruciating, beautiful woman. It sickened him, this never happened. He didn't fall for girls. He got what he wanted and escaped unscathed. But she was different; he knew he could never pull that trick on her. But from that first occasion that their paths crossed, he knew. Knew it was right.
His head swims in an emotional tornado, and suddenly the vacant room feels claustrophobic. Crushing his eyes shut, he holds his head in his hands. He knew this was of his own making. The pressure he put on her. Why didn't he just listen? Do what she wanted. He would still have her now. Typical man, he thought. He astonishes himself and laughs. No, selfish man. All he craved was a bit of acknowledgement in public. The odd hold of his hand, or a peck on the cheek. Nothing intense. The constant persistence did it. The nail in the coffin was confiding in his friend. A woman she wouldn't trust. Both he needed to keep happy. And failed spectacularly. He had lost his right hand man and his woman within 20 minutes. But how did it really get so bad?
The day had started in a far better state than it had ended.
Wrapped into a duvet-made cocoon, Jonathan Maconie was very much closed off from the outside world. Light snoring filled the room; he was out for the count. It was only when a firm object collided with his head did he wake. Mumbling a tirade of expletives, he poked his head out from his sleepy haven. Eyebrows raised as a towelled goddess stands opposite, armed with a second shoe to aim towards him.
"Somebody needs to stop counting the sheep!" The look on Jac's face was not one of irritancy for once, she aired a state of tranquillity. He smirked, shifting his weight to sit up, grinning as he stares at her.
"You could always join me; a bit of carnal delight is always a good morning treat." Experienced with his antics now, she didn't appear surprised. She sighed, checking her watch to see if she could actually spare the time.
"No rest for the wicked, I'm afraid." She shrugged and swiftly returned to the en suite.
"Your loss!" He called after her, quickly reverting back to his dreamy sheep counting.
It wasn't long before they were sat in the car park, ready for another gruelling shift to begin. And they knew that even the comfortable silence between them wouldn't leave it long for the 'airlock' disagreement to begin sizzling again. Checking her watch for the millionth time that morning, never one to be a minute late, she took a slow breath.
"Right, I need to go. Just give it-"
"Nope, not today." The redhead was momentarily stunned by his interruptence, normally now he would just do as she asked. Jac turned to look at him wearily. " I'm not going to sit around looking like an ass anymore." He laughed, unable to see any importance in it. "Sorry, I just can't take this thing seriously anymore." The innocent look he gave her left her seething.
"Oh please." She muttered, rolling her eyes. She clicked open the door and quickly shot him a disapproving look. "Do what you want."
And that was mistakes number one.
The mistakes kept coming.
As soon as they reached Darwin, they were thrown into chaos. Elliot was away at a conference, so St Trinians and Valentino were shadowing Jac for the day - not helping her rapidly plummeting mood. And to make things worse, Mo was in a horrific mood and so Jonny was inevitably going to face the brunt of her complaining.
As he tended to a less than eager patient - a perk of the job he did not particularly enjoy - his focus shifted when he heard raised voices from the staff room. As he excused himself from his patient, he wondered through and came face to face with the two most popular women in his life.
Mo was sat at the table, a sour expression etched across her face as Jac stood in the corner of the room, her cheeks reddened as she clutched hold of the scan results for their patient. They had fallen into an awkward silence, defeated and breathless, both as incensed with the other. Jonny wasn't even sure where to begin, looking between the two women, he rubbed his neck in exasperation. Now, where to start?
"What is it this time? I could hear you on the ward." Speaking softly, he didn't want to sound too abrupt and aggravate either of them anymore than necessary. They slunk away from their spiteful thoughts and turned their attention to him, eyebrows raised.
"Difference in opinion." Jac hissed, gritting her teeth, holding up the scans.
"Now I know I'm no smart heart surgeon guy – but may I?" He promptly held out his hand and with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, she slapped the items into it. Jac watched him wearily, analysing his facial expression as his eyes glazed over the results. Jonny frowned. "Well, there is definitely a mass-"
"Well done Einstein, you managed to tell us what we already knew!" Respiring cripplingly, she recoiled from him, shooting her best 'I'm always right' look.
"Miss Naylor seems to think the mass is a potentially cancerous growth, whereas I believe it's a malignant tumour of some kind." Jonny shrugged, he didn't - for once - have any idea what it could be.
"Well, you know, is there a possibility that you could both be wrong?" If looks could kill, they could have started digging his grave then.
Mistake number two made.
Turns out they wouldn't have to wait long to settle their latest argument. Neither of them would speak to him after he questioned both of their diagnoses. He really needed to start thinking before he spoke, and it didn't help they were all getting so agitated over a patient. Who knew two women could clash so much.
And it was only half an hour before that said patient was in a critical condition, and the conflicting surgeons soon had him rushed into theatre. And once they had cracked him open, it would soon become quite clear what the problem was. As Jac pulled the mass from the chest cavity, the two surgeons eye at it in a better light.
"Doesn't look like a tumour to me!" Jac smirked. Yes, she was yet again proven right. Mo kept up her front, but inside the wave of smugness she was about to be smacked over the head with was going to kill her. Mo rolled her eyes, frowning.
"Okay, so you might have been right. I admit it, I was wrong." She murmured, and her redheaded superior grinned, nodding.
"Then you won't mind closing up, will you?"
Jac sighed with relief as she left the theatre, unclipping her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. For a moment she didn't notice the normally appealing nurse approach her, but as soon as she did, she wanted to rip his head off. Jonny was soon at her side, wanting news on their patient. She didn't move.
"So everything went well?"
"Indeed, but maybe next time you should trust my judgement." She jeered, stepping past him and walking back towards the ward. He groaned, he had well and truly dug himself into a hole this time.
Approaching the nurses' station, the eyes of her junior staff burn into her – no doubt wretchedly anticipating a verbal whip-lashing from their boss for something most sickeningly futile. The whole ward could have heard their relieved sighs as she passed them, only for her to stop opposed to a hesitant Nurse Maconie. He paused his coercing with her F1 to face her instead.
"Ah, I see the idiot has finally found his village."
After slamming the patient notes into Jonnys' chest - results included – she didn't stick around, and strode past him, retreating to her office with haste. Luckily she managed to avoid any social backlash. He knew he should not have followed her, but his little self-restraint didn't stop him. He let himself into the office without any notice; she had already found sanctuary sat at her desk. The wall was firmly up, and ready for action. He didn't even get a chance to utter a word.
"Don't even bother." The acidic tongue hissed. He stood frozen. Normally he could brush off her words, because normally none of his actions were so far amiss that he couldn't do a little sweet talking out of it. This time though he had definitely been the wrong party, he didn't trust her opinion.
And then, the six words that would finally send him into his emotional downfall arrived.
"Because you really aren't worth this."