Hi! So I know I have been writing M.I. High stories before this but I wanted to try and write something another one of my favourite shows! So here is my first DBM fanfic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Blake or any of the charcaters.
The doctor walked into his practice room and walk right up to the desk. Sitting himself behind it he fished around in the drawers, he find the object of his feelings. Blake held it in his hand, craddling it like it was a sleeping baby and waking it would be a horrible idea. As he rocked it in his hand as he locked eyes with the past, he felt it play out in front of him. The memories, the feelings and the sense of long lost happiness. A while ago he felt like he could never experince true joy again but as he built himself back up from a drunken lost man that appeared in Ballarat years ago. As he felt himself rise from the shadows that had been following no matter where he planted himself, he felt like the life he was living could get better. That there was a chance of happiness beyond the point of drinking.
But every now and again there would be something to trigger him pulling out that sliver flask that was tucked away under the flaps of his suit. A day like today he just wanted to be alone. Craddling what he had left of the life he had lived before, Blake thought back to what today meant for him. It had been one month since he had gotten the letter that caused him to break the barriers he had tried to keep shut. He had just let it all out that night. Tears and liquor mixed together giving himself a double does of bitterness and sense of being alone. And to make the night even better he got fired. Later on in the night Blake and Matthews were talking and Matthews mentioned how he needed a new police surgeon and the doctor quickly found himself a new job.
Blake stood up as he heard a light delicate tapping against the door, there stood Jean Beazley. Her face held a small smile accompanied a knowing look in her eye. She knew what the pain was like, how it sometimes held you tight and didn't release you until you are at your lowest.
"Charlie is on the phone, they need you down at the station" she said and stepped aside as he walked past to get his coat and hat. It wasn't until she heard the car tires scrap against the gravel outside did she walk up to his desk to clear away the mess left on the top of it. She stopped when she saw the precious item he had been handling with so much care only moments before.
There on the top of the desk sat two pictures. One was a faded copy of a younger more carefree Blake, standing happily next to his family and the other was taken most likely without the people knowing. It showed a women and a male standing surrounded by plants. The male had a hand on the lady's shoulder and looked down with such a gentle, loving look while the women smiled to herself.
Jean stood back in thought and shock. She had noticed when she and Blake were talking in the garden, Charlie was wondering around with an object in hand. He had taken a photo of them together.
So please let me know what you think by reviewing! If you notice any mistakes please tell me, I will not take any offence.