New Colette & Fletch fic. The bits in italics are flashbacks. The flashbacks aren't really in any order. Hope you enjoy and leave a review! x
Taking his shirt off the hanger, Fletch shook it out to remove any creases before carefully putting it on. He slowly did up the buttons and then repeated the same process with his jacket. He stood back to look at himself in the mirror. Nodding with approval he quickly ran a comb through his hair before throwing his belongings back into his locker. Glancing at the time Fletch took once last look in the mirror before turning on his heel and heading to the women's locker room. Knocking gently on the door he waited for a response. When he was met with silence Fletch knocked again, louder this time.
"Colette?" He called gently. Once again, he received no response. "Col!" Fletch shouted, a little impatient this time.
"What?" Colette called back, a similar level of exasperation was evident in her tone.
"We're going to be late. Are you nearly ready?" He shouted through the door.
"Not yet" They had neither decided nor agreed to accompany each other to the charity ball. When they heard about the ball there was almost an instant, unspoken understanding that they would attend together. Anxiously checking his watch Fletch replied "how long are you going to be?" before checking his watch again. The charity ball had already started and Colette's lax attempts at getting ready were hardly putting him at ease.
"I dunno Fletch" Colette replied grumpily. "I can't go like this" The brunette added sadly from the other side of the locked door.
Before he had a chance to respond, the brunette had opened the door and quickly ushered him inside. "Be honest…" She added quietly, indicating to her appearance. "And don't lie. I know I look horrible but I only bought one dress and my hair is a mess…" The brunette rambled nervously. Her long brunette hair was loose but Colette was embracing her natural curls. Fletch always used to tell her how much he loved it and she rarely ever listened but it still looked as beautiful as it did all those years ago. She wore a crimson dress which exenterated her flawless figure, dark hair and dark eyes.
"…Col" Fletch cut her off, outstretching an arm to take her hand. "You look stunning" He replied simply.
"You're just saying that" Colette replied defensively before falling to sit on the bench with a sigh. "I can't go like this" She added sadly, gesturing again to her appearance. Reaching across Fletch took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"You trust me don't you?" He asked her softly. She turned to him, her wide eyes resting upon his as she nodded. "Then believe me when I say that you look absolutely beautiful"
Colette felt a gentle smile tug at the corner of her lips as she whispered 'thank you'.
"Come on then" Fletch suddenly laughed, standing to his feet before helping Colette to hers. Grabbing her coat from the bench he rested it on her shoulders before slipping arm around her.
"Hey! I'm not your date" Colette teased shrugging his arm from around her waist as they walked out of the hospital in order to hail a taxi towards the hotel.
"Oh, you're not are you?" Fletch laughed as she reached to cling to his arm, in an attempt to stay upright in her new shoes.
"No, I'm just…" Colette hesitated, trying to think of the right term for their bizarre relationship. Somehow 'your ex fiancé' didn't seem quite right.
"You're just…?" He teased gently. "Just Collywobble" Fletch grinned as Colette playfully slapped him on the arm.
"How many times, don't call me that!" She laughed, shoving him gently as they walked towards their waiting taxi.
"We're going places, you and me" Fletch told her proudly, nudging her on the arm as they sat in the local bar after a long day on the ward.
"How so?" Colette asks with a girlish giggle, having had possible one too many vodkas.
"We're going to get married" Fletch smiled, nodding as he spoke for clarification.
"You're drunk" Colette pointed out, trying her best to reach across the table and hit him playfully. The vodka was playing havoc with her coordination though and instead she nearly knocked herself out on the table. Fletch broke into hysterical laughter whilst Colette pouted. "Anyway, we can't get married. You can't marry someone you only met last week" The brunette slurred as she pointed his finger towards him, causing Fletch to continue laughing.
"Well I didn't mean that we're going to get married today you numpty" The male nurse mocked, causing Colette's brow to furrow in confusion.
"But you said we're going to get married?" She asked, confusion heavy in her northern lull.
"We are" Fletch told her with a smile "I can see us getting married. Maybe not for a few years though" He added with a laugh. "I really like you Col"
"I really like you too" Colette replied sincerely as Fletch reached across the table to take her hand in his.
"I told you Col, we're going places, you and me" He repeated gently. "Drink up, it's getting late"