-1A/N: so this is the prequel to The Hunter and the hound. It basically details Cassie's life before she ran away. I'll include a few bits of when she was a little kid, but most of it will focus on the five months before Hunter and the hound. If you can provide me with a better title, please do.
I will try and keep spoilers to a minimum.
March 1995
Rachel Smith
I wanted to fuck him like I'd never wanted anything else in my life. I wanted to run my hands through his silky gold hair, feel his firm muscles against my naked flesh. I was sure he wanted me too. I'd seen the way he watched me in my nurse uniform, seen him eyeing up the curves of my body. It was all a matter of waiting and watching.
But not for much longer.
Tonight we were both working the night shift. It was a Tuesday, so A&E wasn't likely to be as busy as it was on, for example, a Saturday. I watched from my desk as he headed for his office. I glanced at the stack of papers I had to deliver for him to sign. It was perfectly constructed.
I followed him down the corridor and knocked on the closed door to his office.
"Come in"
I entered. He smiled at me as always. He had a beautiful smile. So warm, so inviting.
"Ah, Rachel what can I do for you?"
"I've got these papers for you to sign. I've been trying to get them to you all day but matron iron-heart stopped me" he smiled at the ward nickname for the head nurse. She really did act like her heart was made of iron. No one knew why.
I leant over the desk to hand him the papers, giving him a nice shot of my cleavage. I heard him inhale sharply. I looked at him, feigning concern.
"Are you okay doctor? You seem…distracted" I smirked to myself.
"No I'm fine" Damn, he was better then I thought "Except for the fact that right now all I can think about is your tits" my head jerked up. Did he just say…?
He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth against his in a feverish kiss. He rose from the chair and pressed his body against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was dimly aware of the sound of the lock being turned but that was it.
**May 1995**
"We can't keep doing this Rachel. I'm married and you know that I'm leaving next week!"
"I know that. As much as I don't want you to go I appreciate that you have to and I won't try to stop you. I knew from the beginning what I was getting myself into. Your wife means everything to you and I wouldn't want to break that"
"What will you do?"
"Carry on as if you'd never came here"
"Really?" his golden eyes pierced my soul. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I had to stay strong.
"Yes"
I couldn't tell him, though I wanted to. I couldn't tell him that I would feel like part of me had been ripped away. I couldn't tell him that I loved him, that at first I hadn't but now I did. And I definitely couldn't tell him about the positive reading on my pregnancy test this morning.