Alternative ending to Tuesday's episode, when Tara ends up going on her date with Oliver.

I'm not really sure about this (or Tara to be honest), so please tell me what you think of it! And I'm sorry for any mistakes :) Please comment if you like them as a couple/want me to carry on.

I don't own Holby City.


Tara looked wistfully as Oliver got his bag to leave, undecided whether to follow him or not. She heard the doors of the ward swing close, as he left. Jac told her to hurry up if she wanted her to oversee her project, so she followed the ginger into her office, deciding that her project was more important. "So , can you explain what your project is, and whether it's worth my valuable time or not?" she said, as she sat down in her office chair.

"Um, yes, sure. Well you already know the basic...". Jac's phone beeped. She pulled out her pocket and read the screen. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you there, Labrador. Although this sounds dreadfully interesting, the man at the top wants me in his office. We will have to reschedule for tomorrow evening," she said abruptly. Tara's face broke into a grin: she'd still be able to make her date with Ollie. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Jac," she said unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. As the consultant went to open the door, she said "It's Miss Naylor to you, Dr. Lo,".


Oliver Valentine sighed, and looked at Holby City hospital. Where was she? She wasn't going to stand him up again, was she? He really didn't get her. Just when he'd given up and got up to go, he heard his name being called. Turning round, he saw Tara striding quickly towards him. "Hey!" she said as she caught up next to him. He smiled down at her. "What?" she asked, slightly breathless.

"Nothing," he paused. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming,". She swallowed before replying. "Um, yeah, I'm sorry... Got caught up by Jac,".


They arrived at a bar, near the hospital. Eddi was already in there (along with several other nurses). She greeted them as they entered. Oliver looked round. He gestured for Tara to go sit down at a table, and went over to the bar to buy some drinks. "So, you two a couple now?" Eddi asked. Oliver shrugged.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure…". He turned to face her. "What about you? Heard anything more from ?". Eddi scowled at him. "God! Why don't people get that I'm over Luc; I've spent all day trying to convince Sacha that I am…" she sighed, as she picked up her coat and said goodbye. He took the drinks over to where Tara was sitting…

"There you go," he said, placing two drinks down on the table.

"Is it alcholic?" she asked.

"Course. Why, don't you drink?". She shook her head.

"Sorry, it's just, I…" she faltered. She bit her tongue. In some ways, she wished she could just be honest about her condition. But she didn't want pity: she wanted medical success and to be able to be the surgeon she knew she could be. She didn't just want to be a slave to her tumour. "Do you want something else?" he asked. She shook her head again. He took a sip of his drink. "So…where do you come from?" he asked, eager to break the awkward silence. However, the conversation soon flowed to the hospital gossip: when Mo would be back, why everybody could tell Eddi wasn't over Luc and Jac being embarrassed about delivering the baby and then about their own lives. When Tara told Oliver about how she'd broken her wrist when she was younger by falling of a rocking horse, he burst out laughing – spitting his drink over the table. They were both soon in hysterics. As the bar became more full, however, they decided to call it a night, as they both had fairly early shifts the next day.

Tara stepped out of the pub, into the cool evening air. "Thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it," she smiled, turning to Oliver.

"Yeah, me too," he replied honestly. It had been a long time he'd been on a proper date. She let him place his arm over her shoulder as they walked back to the car park, and snuggled closer to him. "So, can I call you my boyfriend now?". Oliver turned to face her – and this time it was him who kissed her. He pressed his lips to hers, as she placed her arms round his neck. Tara stepped back for a second – "I'll take that as a yes," she replied gleefully.


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