A/N: This started off as a oneshot idea (which doesn't even feature in this chapter) but quickly spiralled into this… There'll be another chapter, possibly two, in the next couple of days. I'm not sure how or where this fits into the show's timeline so just go with it. Just an interpretation of how Jasmine's funeral could play out, or at least how it does in my head.

Not sure how happy I am with how this turned out on paper, but I hope you enjoy, please r&r x

P.S. I promise I'll post the next chapter of Protection ASAP! I'm just finding it easier to write angsty fics atm, but I'll definitely try to get back on track this week.

It was going to be a beautiful service, Jac reminded herself.

Although it had taken her a while to wrap her head around being Jasmine's next of kin, and therefore being left in sole charge of the funeral arrangements, Jac had eventually made her peace with it. Jasmine had no other family besides herself, a trait the two of them shared, and she owed it to her sister to give her the best send-off possible (she owed her so much more than that too, so much of which she would never be able to repay, that this was the least she could do). Money wasn't an issue – no, the logistics of organising the funeral were fine. What had thrown Jac was the unavoidable realisation that she hadn't known Jasmine well enough to know what her sister would have wanted.

That was where Morven came in. Jac had approached the younger doctor warily, convinced that the girl still resented her somewhat for the way she'd treated Jasmine (not that she could blame her). However, she had gone out of her way to seek out the redhead and tell her how much Jasmine loved her, gifting her the locket that had immediately become her most prized possession. The consultant knew Morven would do anything for Jasmine, and, of course, she knew more than most how difficult it was to plan a funeral. Whenever Jac thought about the suffering the young woman had been through the past year she felt a pang in her heart, but she knew the brunette wouldn't pass up the chance to give Jasmine the farewell she deserved.

The two of them had made a surprisingly good team, Jac taking charge of the formalities whilst Morven helped her decide on the music Jasmine would've wanted ("a bit of Ed Sheeran, she was in love with him you know… and we have to play Wannabe by the Spice Girls, that was always her karaoke song!"). Finding a box of old pictures in the back of Jasmine's wardrobe, they'd eventually chosen a few select snaps to display during the service, along with some more recent ones from their own phones. It had also been Morven's idea to introduce a colourful theme to the service, suggesting each guest should wear a bright flower in Jasmine's honour. "Funerals are always too depressing," she'd argued. "Jas brightened up all of our lives, we should be celebrating her."

"Jac?"

The redhead blinked, a soft voice beside her bringing her back into the present. Morven's face came into focus as she turned her head, wondering idly how long they'd been sat there for. "It's time to go," the younger woman whispered, reaching over to adjust the bright yellow flower pinned to Jac's lapel. Once satisfied, Morven leant back, allowing her hand to fall on top of the redhead's and squeezing it gently. Jac took a deep breath before nodding, pulling her hand away and stepping out of the car. By the time she had set both feet firmly on the ground and closed the door behind her, Morven was at her side, the two moving silently to stand behind the hearse as they waited for the vicar to commence proceedings.

Jac squinted as she surveyed the scene in front of her, the sunlight obscuring her view. Morven was right, Jasmine had been a much-needed ray of sunshine among the wards of Holby, and it seemed serendipitous that they were to lay her to rest on such a beautiful day. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Jac could make out a sea of familiar faces. Her ever-dependable Sacha, who of course she'd asked to be main pallbearer (she wouldn't trust anybody else), sorrow etched across his face. Surrounding him were several of their male colleagues, all determined to do their part: Oliver, Hanssen, Matteo, Dom, and Damon, the latter of whom looked to be visibly struggling already.

Jac's heart went out to him – she'd wondered whether the poor guy would be up for it, but he'd almost begged her to let him honour Jasmine by carrying the casket. Damon had taken her death harder than anyone except Jac and Morven, but then that was to be expected, Jac thought. What he'd seen that day had scarred him for life, and it was this that had drawn him and Jac closer. They'd formed a weird kind of bond, not entirely professional as consultant and F1 but nowhere near romantic either; Jac supposed they were both finding comfort in their shared grief and experiences. Either way, she was pleased he was here, and something told her that Jasmine would be too. The young doctors had only just met, but from what she'd heard, a flirtation had been on the cards, and Morven had told her that Jas would be thrilled to know what an impact she'd made on her "Romeo".

Jonny had offered to take part too, of course, and it had taken Jac days of deliberating before she'd eventually declined. A huge part of her wished he was by her side to support her through this, but she'd had to put her daughter's needs before her own and the thought of leaving Emma with a stranger on the day of her auntie's funeral seemed beyond cruel. Jonny hadn't known Jasmine too well, but he'd known what she meant to his girls, and he knew more than anyone just how much her death had affected Jac. But today, what Jac needed more than anything was to know that Emma was being looked after so that she wouldn't have to worry about her. This way, she wouldn't feel guilty about allowing herself to concentrate on both celebrating and mourning her sister – all that mattered right now was Jasmine.

Glancing around, the consultant felt a lump rise in her throat at the sheer number of people who had turned up to say their last goodbye. Jasmine had been at Holby for less than a year, but by the looks of it she'd touched a lot of lives in such a short space of time. All of Darwin were there, as well as most of Keller and AAU (Jac wondered for a brief moment who was actually running the hospital right now) - she'd even spotted a weary-looking Serena huddled into Bernie's side, clearly having cut her sabbatical short to make the journey, but she didn't have the energy to care about her reappearance today. Bernie's son was also with them - apparently, he was a friend of Jasmine's, and Jac was pretty sure he and Morven were an item - as was Jason, who Morven had informed her had struck up a real bond with her sister, much to Jac's surprise. There were lots of other familiar faces she couldn't quite place, probably those who worked in the various cafes and bars the staff often frequented, and a handful of people Jac had never seen in her life, who she presumed were Jasmine and Morven's friends outside of work.

Neither Jac or Morven had been able to contact any of Jasmine's old friends; in fact, there'd been no sign of her keeping in touch with anybody from her past, a thought that made Jac's chest tighten for more than one reason.

As she turned her back to the sun, Jac locked eyes with another face, a rush of gratitude and emotion flooding through her body. There at the edge of the crowd, looking flustered as though she'd only just arrived, was Mo. The consultant had only moved to London a few weeks earlier, but Jac was heartened that she'd returned so soon to pay her respects. Mo and Jasmine had got on like a house on fire from the start, and their colleague was one of the only people who knew how complex the sisters' relationship really was. She was also one of the select few who Jac actually trusted, and knowing her friend was there for moral support made the redhead feel slightly reassured. As Mo returned her gaze, shooting her an empathetic smile, Jac hoped she knew how much it meant to her that she was there. She couldn't quite put it into words how she felt seeing so many people mourning Jasmine and supporting her, but it made her heart ache painfully.

"Are we ready?"

The vicar had returned, and after a quick glance at Morven, whose tense expression she could only assume matched her own, Jac nodded. It was time.