This is a fan fic story of a girl who well, you will see what she is like but here's a little something something you should know. Calie Gates is an ex-chef, who trained to become a doctor when she was 22-23. she was Fast tracked in college by 3 years (I think I read some were you studied for like 5-6 years. yes in the imaginary fan fic world you can do this...) she had lost of university's asking her to go to them, and was in the news. she also went to university opening days, and was invited to mini conferences. things like that. this went on for about 3-4 month and she is now in university (I think its Oxford)

Oh and p.s this takes place at least 8-9 years before the events of Holby, though I will get to that bit. and almost everything is made up I'm just going to borrow Hanssen for a while and will return him in due course, I'm not a medical person myself and if I do mention medical things I will most probably get them off the internet and from Holby its self. As I am most certainly incapable of coming up with a entire series of plots by my self.

p.p.s enjoy!


Prolog to Hanssen

Calie found people her own age dull, boring and some what annoying, how they go on about their empty evenings and music all the same, there is nothing special about people her own age. Well if you class here as special, but most would call her dull, boring, empty, old. There name calling never hurt her as much as they liked and that made them more angry. not that she cared, if they spent half the energy they spent on harassing her they might be a little more intelligent and therefore a fraction more infesting.

The lecture room was loud today, but that was no surprise considering it was the fist day back after the Easter holiday, and every one had their story's to tell but no one would pipe down long enough to let them tell it. The fact that Mr Fox was out of the room didn't help either. Endless chitter chatter bouncing of the walls, fighting to enter the ear globe, things like 'i went here', 'we did this', 'went to see that' Jenny Carter's story about her endless supply of men was one story every one had to hear, and apparently that meant me as well "Owch"! I turn sharply and raise a hand in preparation for the second paper ball to be flung at my face by one of Jenny's Barbie plastic friends. Her story about how many men she'd been bouncing between, was one everyone had to here and apparently, that included me.

Jenny Carter know very little of medicine. Everyone knows she's only still here because every year her farther make very large 'donations' to the university's budget funds. the amount given depends on how many time Jenny gets caught having sex on campus, Mr Carter paid over £2000 pounds last year. Jenny got caught twice once in the library with Wilfred, a deputy head boy. and then again with her so-called boyfriend who, thank gosh, does not study in their university. Another fact wich is well-known , but is serpost to be a secret, is that a couple if months before she was about to fail her studies in college, due to shockingly low grated, instead of studying and re-sitting a year she went straight to the head of department, Mr Jenkins, and offered her body for top marks. she got them but her farther paid the college £4000 to keep it hush,hush.

"Hay Calie, you might want to listen to this. It might just give you tips on how to lose your virginity!" Jenny smirked and giggled as did the rest of the class. I just looked emotionless, blank and unaffected by her petty and slight misguided attempt at an insult, and as for the rest of the class 'pufft' their all just one big herd of sheep and she's their dog. "wow, is that the best you can do?" I reply face still blank, with a dull towed voice. Jenny just raises her head high, her way of showing she's above me in society. I just giggle to myself as the only thing she has accomplished is making herself look like a pig.

"yer, you don't fool me Calie, your offended!"

"on the contrary Jenny, you know nothing of my life or its ver-...'purities'. so I fail to see the usefulness of that comment" I sent her a bold 'challenge me if your dare' look, that I must need to work on as she opens her moth to go for round two. "Oh.. so you're not a vergine...EVERYONE Calie's just admitted she's a slut!, maybe I should be the one taking tips from you" everyone is now on the edge of their seats waiting to see who will come out of this victorious. "alas, Jenny I can not take that title away from you, as you were it so well, it defines you. And as for 'tips' well, I have none, but I could alway go and ask Mr Jenkins if you like?" a huge combined gasp arose from the class, soon drowned out by the screech that came out off Jenny Carter's mouth, shortly followed by muffled insults as she flung herself down 5 rows of table and chairs. Failing miserably I might add. She'd already pass tow, tripped over the third and forth, was almost upon me when. "Right sorry about that cl-...?" Mr Fox our tutor was late arriving as he is 90% of the time, and now looked at Jenny as if she was some sort of alien. "Jenny what on earth are you doing?"

Mr Fox was not a fool, he knew Jenny and Calie hated each other, though it was obviously more on Jenny's side due to jealousy and what not. He also knew of Jenny's past and what she is capable of, I think she made a pass at him just before we broke up but Mrs Wakeman walked in just in time. not that Mr Fox would have gone through with it but I bet Jenny would have threatened job loss if he did not. Still he has to keep the pease between Calie and Jenny as best he can. It's no lie that he favors Calie above most, maybe it's because she has the most potential in the class.

"nothing I just err... lost my pen, Calie was helping me find it" if looks could kill I would be dying a thousand death right now. Her eye balls look as if there about to pop out of her head."Calie?" Mr Fox asked not only to see if Jenny was telling the truth but to see if I was alright.
"like she said Sir she lost her pen" I roll my eyes in a true response to Jenny pathetic excuse, pass her one of my emergence pens, they only cost £1 for etch color, though she will undoubtably through it back at me, at some point. "well, now you've found it you can return to your seat... and be quick about it, were late enough as it is" he gave Jenny a stern look and she reluctantly returned to her seat. And so the lecture went on.

"And remember, diagnosis is not the end, but the beginning of practice!" Mr Fox always ends his lecture with a famous quote, whether it be medical, science or even the odd English literature. It always puts a smile on my face, mainly because I'd heard it before or knew were it originated from. "Martin H Fischer" I whispered to myself as the class began to pack their things away, the sound of zips and the clasping of pen filled the air. Why every one rushes to put their things in their bags will forever remain a mystery to me, the books have to last us all year and repeatedly shoving them in a bag will only damage them. I on the other hand like my books to be as fresh as they were the day I brought them, It's not a OCD or anything, its just make more sence to have everything in its place in your bag so that if ,and when you're in a rush, you don't need to 'faff' around trying to fide things. I smile as my last book is tucked neatly in my bag "there you go" I whisper. The rest of the class may think me strange but at least in 12 months time I will be able to read my books without pages falling out. "Oh by the way" Mr Fox grabs the attention of the fist few people who have reached the door. "I know you all like your weekends, but there's a visitor coming on friday afternoon, it would be much appreciated if all of my students were here, if you see any of the other please do pass on the order" by the others he is referring to Troy, Robert and Alex. they are notorious for skipping classes, and they always have lame ass excuses.

Someone shouts from the back of the class "who is it sir?", I think it was Emma, shes part of the plastics at the back of the class. Now when I say part of the plastics I mean the nerd who get forced to do all their essay's . "ah now that would be telling." Mr Fox smiled sarcastically "Calie could I have a word please?" everyone once again resumes leaving the lecture room whispering and trying to think of who the guest could be. I just sat quietly. As the room emptied, Jenny manged to scowl at me as she left my pen on the table, snapped into pieces. its sad that she is so predictable really.

"I just wanted to see if everything was ok with you and Jenny?. we would not like a repeat of lest years fiasco?" true it was a little embarrassing for Jenny when she flung her fist at my face I ducked, as you do, and she broke her thumb and two fingers. In a fit of rage she tried with her other hand, manged to scratch my chin with her fake nails, blood every were. I reacted by pushing her away, she tripped over her handbag and fell into a bin. She was in more trouble than me as she stated it and her farther once again came to the rescue with money. "oh no Sir it fine, nothing I can't handle" I smile "is that all Sir?"
"yes I suppose, though..." he beckons me closer and whispers "though if you feel the need to slap her when you're not on campus... give her one for me" he winks, we both laugh
"will do sir, will do" I being to making my way to the door, i stop turn and ask "who 'is' the guest on friday Sir?"
"promise not to tell any one?" he raises his eye brow "hum"
"promise Sir" I make a cross with my finger over my left breast.
"It's a gentleman called, now lets see if I can prononce it right...Haaaanseen? Hanssen"
"Henrik Hanssen!" my eyes widened and my moth was practically on the floor.
"know him then I take it?
"erm no, just you know, ha heard about it on the great vine and what not" I compose myself back to normal "anyway, Sir goodbye" we smile once more and I am now in a world of shock,horror and excitement.


Right so that's the frist one done, this is more of a Prolog to the Hanssen that is to come. you must pardon my spelling I'm dyslexic, though I do tend to use spell cheek as much as I can. In the next chapter I promise to get some Hanssen in there :). I do hope you enjoy my little (long) story and may you continue to read. plus this is the frist time I have done this.