As said in the description, this is just a little idea I had. I'd love to see Connie enter a proper relationship in the show, but for now, this will have to do XD
I will update whenever I get chance, as I am still writing "It was like seeing a ghost.", but a lot of my reviews say I write Connie quite well (and in my opinion, she's the only character I can write properly) so I might do some one shots focused on her from time to time :)
Anyway, enjoy! Please review if you have time, I'd love to read your responses to this as it's not my usual type of fic- much prefer tragedy myself! -Sophie x
"Damn it." Connie hissed as she tripped over someone's handbag, causing the papers she was carrying to fly all over the place. She sighed and knelt down to start picking them up. It had taken her 2 whole hours to get all those sheets organised. Now she wished she hadn't have bothered and watched Strictly Come Dancing instead.
"Can I lend you a hand?" Came a mans smooth voice with a flawless RP accent. She looked up to find a blond haired man with twinkling blue eyes looking right back at her.
"Oh um, y-yes please, that would be most kind." She smiled before cursing in her head. She stuttered! The great Connie Beauchamp, proudly nicknamed "the ice queen" never messed up anything, especially her speech upon meeting new people for the first time. She liked to show from the very beginning just how she worked. And here she was, hesitating and stuttering!
"So you work here I take it?"
The mans voice interrupted her thoughts. He had now stood up and was holding out the rest of her papers.
"Yes. Sorry, let me introduce myself properly. I'm Dr Connie Beauchamp, clinical lead here in the ED." She said professionally, holding out her hand. He shook it warmly.
"I'm Dr David Cookson, and this is actually my first day." He smiled.
Then it suddenly hit her. "Are you the new doctor from Fairside ED by any chance?" Connie asked, starting to walk in the direction of her office.
"Yes, I was just about to go get changed when I spotted you."
"Oh. Well, it's lovely to meet you Dr Cookson. Please, do go get changed then report to the nurses station- your mentor Tess will meet you there." Connie said, opening the door to her office and turning around.
"You'll be seeing me around, I'm due out on the floor today, so if you have any questions or, god forbid, complaints, please do come see me. Enjoy your first day." She smiled.
"Thank-you, uh-" he trailed off, looking into her eyes.
"Connie." She said quickly, staring straight back at him. "Call me Connie, but not in front of other colleagues. I'm Dr Beauchamp then."
"Ok, well, thank you Connie. See you around." He said, raising his eyebrow. Connie went into her office and shut the door straight away, dumping the papers on her desk and taking some nice, deep breaths. She sat down and thought about their encounter that morning.
Dear god, that man had amazing eyes, she thought. They seemed to glitter, just like the sun shining on the sea, only they were so much more beautiful. And his hair! Just the right sandy blond to suit his skin tone and eye colour, and the way it flopped to one side-
"Dr Beauchamp? Dr Beauchamp!"
The clinical lead looked up to see Ethan Hardy stood half in and half out of her office.
"Yes, Ethan?"
"Charlie sent me to find you, he said you're needed in resus right now. There's been a hit and run, with the casualty on her way in now."
"Ok, I'm coming." She replied, getting up. Before exciting her room, she checked her appearance in the mirror- straightening her blouse, applying some lipgloss and pinning her curly hair up into a practical, yet still stylish bun. Then she locked her office and strode down the corridor to resus, just as the woman was being brought in.
"Right Dixie who have we got?" She asked, walking beside the trolley.
"This is Molly Warner, 32, hit by a car during a hit and run. She was K-O'd at the scene and hasn't yet regained consciousness. She's been given morphine en route and 2 litres of saline, and her BP is 160 over 70."
They went through the doors to find the team ready and waiting for them. Charlie was stood next to the bed, with Ethan and David either side of him.
They transferred the woman onto the bed and got to work. Connie made a full assessment and told Charlie, Ethan and David what they needed to do next. All the while she was talking, David looked straight at her, but not in the attentive way Charlie and Ethan were. She could feel his eyes burn her skin as he traced her every line and curve.
"Dr Cookson do you understand?" She asked politely, raising one eyebrow and watching as his eyes snapped back up to her face.
"Yes Dr Beauchamp, you couldn't have been clearer." He said charmingly, flashing her an award winning smile that made her legs wobble a little.
"I'm so glad." She replied, smiling at him as she turned and walked out of resus and into reception.
"That man is such a flirt." She muttered, making her way to reception. "Right Louise who's next?" She asked the receptionist.
"A Geoff Summerton with wrist pains." Louise replied.
"Can I see a Mr Geoff Summerton please?" Connie called, watching as many heads span in her direction, only to turn again when they realised it still wasn't their turn. An elderly man hobbled over, clutching at his walking stick.
"Hello Mr Summerton, would you care to follow me." She said as kindly as she could.
"Of course." He replied politely.
Connie showed him to a cubicle and called Robyn over.
"Robyn this is Mr Geoff Summerton. "Mr Summerton, this is Robyn, one of our nurses. She'll be treating you today."
"Hello there." Robyn smiled, shaking his outstretched hand. "What seems to be the problem, hmm?"
"Well, I fell over my little Yorkshire terrier this morning you see, oh, she's a lovely little dog my Mabel. Had her since the day she was born-" He rambled, his eyes bright. Connie couldn't help but smile a little as she walked away.
The day went on. She treated more patients, ordered more staff around, told more time wasters to get out otherwise the police would be called, and re-organised the papers she'd dropped that morning. But all the while, the image of of David Cookson just didn't leave her head. No matter how many times she tried to block him out, the image of his dazzling smile, or beautiful eyes just swam back to her. She felt her heart rate elevate and she soon became very warm. All the signs of-
"Oh no", she finally realised out loud. She was horrified. "I think I'm falling for him." she breathed, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes widening.
Meanwhile, David was sat in the staffroom on his break, cupping his hands round a mug of tea and munching on a biscuit, also deep in thought. He thought of how beautiful his boss was.
There was no denying it, Connie Beauchamp was drop dead gorgeous. If she looked this good in her work clothes, well, he thought, just imagine her out of them!
The door opened and Cal walked in, rubbing his forehead. He did realise David was sat there until he'd made his way to the sink.
"You must be David." He said in surprise.
"Yes, that's me." He grinned.
"I'm Cal, Cal Knight." The doctor introduced himself. "I'm Ethan's brother, he said you were working with him on the hit and run earlier?"
"Ah yes." David smiled. "Please, join me. Sitting here by myself is a little depressing."
Cal sat opposite him and they talked about the typical boy stuff- video games, sports, and of course- girls.
"So, have you got your eye on anyone?" David asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking.
"Nah not right now. Don't have the time." He grinned. "What about you?"
"Well, there is someone but she's way outta my league, and it would probably be really inappropriate." He said, feigning sadness.
"Go on, do I know her?" Cal asked.
"Yeah. Well, I should think you know your own boss."
Cal covered his mouth. "The Ice Queen? Seriously?"
"Yeah. Come on, you have to admit she's pretty fit." David laughed.
"Yeah, been in your situation myself mate. You've got more chance plaiting water." Cal said matter of factly, smiling sadly.
"Oh I don't know." His colleague replied smugly, "I'm sure I could melt her, if I haven't already started."
"And pigs will fly my friend." Cal said, getting up. "Come on, we've got to get back."
"No, hang on a minute." David said. "£20 says I can pull Connie Beauchamp, and she'll actually like me back."
"Fair enough." Cal replied, shaking his hand before making their way out of the staffroom. "Easiest £20 I've ever made."