So, this is my first fic that I plan to actually finish! PLease review it would be much appreciated. Dedicated to all my fellow Holby fans on twitter. Love you all xxx

Today is the day I've been longing for but now that it's arrived I'm definitely having second thoughts, but no, I can't turn back. Why would I want to do that? But looking around, hearing the sound of the siren, the people rushing and the patients in agony, will I handle it? Man, this is harder than I imagined it to be. But I knew that the worst was still to come…

Woah, this place is big, café looks nice though. 'Pulses', interesting name, but fits in with the fact it's in a hospital. Ah, the lift, but what floor… Oh yeah, it's floor 6, that's what the letter said I think. Oh well, I should've read that sign… What am I like?

"Hi, you're the new F1, right?" the man next to me, who was a doctor I think asked me.

"Yeah, Jasmine Burrows. You?" I asked, and I think I seemed a bit eager.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Oliver Valentine, F2 on Darwin ward. Which ward are you going to?"

"Darwin coincidently. Floor 6, right?"

"Yup, that's it. Spot on."

"Yeah…" the lift pinged and we arrived. My work here had begun, finally I was a doctor, but oh god, there she is. It's Jac Naylor, my half-sister.

Ages ago, she threw her family away, including me, so I ha no idea how she'll react to working with me, it won't go down well, will it?

Oliver, or Ollie as I like to call him, showed me where everything was, and guided me to the locker room where I got changed into a brand new set of dark blue scrubs and clipped up my straight red hair, as it would obviously just get in the way and not good for being a doctor anyway.

This ward seemed like so much fun, not too busy not too quiet, well apart from this one patient, but Ollie and this other F1 called Tara sorted him out. Those two seem pretty close, and now seemed like a good time to find out some hospital gossip, and me and gossip go amazingly well together.

It didn't take me long to find out that the two were a couple, and that weren't from some nurse, it was I, the amazing Jasmine Burrows who saw them kissing in an empty corridor, but I decided to be fair and not tell anyone, yet.

Jac had been in theatre all day, so I didn't have to confront her, but all the time I had free I spent counting down the seconds until she was back. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, which I guess was good as it meant there was more time for me to prepare myself. But on the other hand it meant I got more and more anxious and worried about what was going to happen!

You may be thinking that I'm making too much of a fuss over it, but she said she didn't want anything to do with me and then one day I turn up at the hospital she works at and she is practically my boss! I think it will just make her hate me even more!

Oh no, oh no, oh no, she's back. I plan to stay in the shadows but, oh god Ollie don't!

"Jac, the new F1 started today, she's over there." Ollie said to her, while pointing straight at me!

The consultant just froze, she was speechless and shocked, I didn't know what to do. All I could do was walk away, which was what I did. At least I saw her, and she saw me. What happens next though I have no idea.

All that I could do at that moment was run, which was what I did, and into the Relatives Room I think, not entirely sure though. It's quite hard to see through tears. Yes, I was crying. Why? I had no idea.

After sitting there curled up in a ball on the sofa, there was a sharp knock at the door, and in came Ollie.

"What was that about?" he asked, seeming worried.

"Nothing." I replied, not wanting to talk about it.

"Tell me."

"Why? Why are you so bothered?"

"Because I care about people, and anyway, you were never this wimpy in school, Jasmine."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"You rarely attended, because most of the time you were in India with your mother, Jac's mother. But when you were, well, you were something. Two years younger than me, but still won against my team in dodge ball by yourself."

"You were that Oliver Valentine?

""Who else could it be?"

"Haha, I guess it must be you."

"I remember, despite our age gap, we were still great friends, People had their suspicions, but we were still good friends. Then that one year, you moved back to India and never came back, and somehow you arrived her at 'The Great Holby'."

"I'm sorry… Friends? That's all we'll be, good friends, forever!"

"Deal." me and Ollie shook hands hard (my fault, I've always been strong), then happily walked out of the room and back onto the ward, but as soon as I thought nothing could bring me down. There was still Jac there.

"Look, I'll speak to her." Ollie whispered delicately in my ear and then walked over to Jac. All I could do was pray and wait, thank you Ollie though. You're a life saver!

I watched from a safe distance, but it all seemed to be going well, and I started wondering if Jac wasn't all that people thought she was. I wasn't afraid anymore.

The rest of the day seemed like it was going by extremely slow, like tortoise speed. But something made my heart skip a beat. A big beat.

"We need to talk." she said from behind me. Jac said from behind me! I couldn't reply, she just dragged me into the first room she could see.

"Why are you here." she asked sternly, like she was scolding me.

"I-I um.." I didn't know what to say.

"Just tell me why you are here?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yep."

"I wanted to meet you, I don't care if you threw me away before, I just want my sister back."

"But you never knew I existed, I turned you down, why did you still want to know me?"

"Because you're my sis-"

"No you're not! You're only my half-sister, it's different."

"Not that different! Come on Jac, can't just get on?"

"Why?"

"I've said it a million times! Jac!"

"Fine, if it will make you happy. But you're my sister, so I wont be overly nice to you." I just laughed and hugged her. At first it felt like she was pushing me away, but in the end, it felt like she was happy, for once.

After my shift, I wasn't scared of the sirens, they felt like a comfort. All those rushing people, who cares. Bloody hell it isn't that bad, is it? What was I getting worked up for? Like, seriously, I'm Jasmine Burrows so nothing gets in MY way! Well, apart from a few things but who cares!