This is just an idea that came to me yesterday when I was up in London with my friend. We both had takeaway coffee cups and I was like "They use these on Holby all the time!" And my friend was like "Oh yeah!" then we started talking about it (after doing very amusing impressions of Jac) and I got this idea! I will finish my other stories soon though! P.s Jac and Jonny are still together and this is set near Christmas! Enjoy and please review!x
"No!" Jac protested, her hand on her hips. This look, along with her trade-mark death stare, usually reduced F1's to tears and made fellow consultants stare awkwardly at their feet (even the might Mr Hanssen had been known to back down when she puts on this intimidating demeanour). But Jac's usual harshness and intimidation just bounced off the sweet Scot standing opposite her.
"Oh yes! It's happening!" He asserted. Serena took a step forward so she was level with Jac and the two women stood side-by-side, hands on hips, staring down the nine people opposite them. Michael, Jonny, Mo, Chrissie, Malick, Digby, Gemma, Chantelle and Elliot all stared back, clearly unwilling to back down either. Realising they had a very hard struggle ahead, Serena and Jac glanced apprehensively at each other before looking over their shoulders to face the tall Swede behind them. Hanssen was stood deadly still, his already intimidating look emphasized as he stood to his tallest height, his dark eyes gleaning menacingly from behind his steel-rimmed glasses.
"We are not taking part, agreed?" He asked the two women in front of him, his tone daring them to disagree.
"Agreed." Serena said firmly while Jac nodded vigorously. The three most frightening surgeons in the hospital squared their shoulders and glared at their colleagues, attempting to intimidate them. Digby looked like he wanted to run a mile. He already tried to avoid any one of these consultants as much as he could and all three of them together made him want to hide in the nearest corner. Pushing his glasses nervously up his nose, his eyes darted around the board room nervously. However, everyone else, especially Michael, Jonny and Malick, were undeterred by these glares.
"Why not?" Jonny asked, wondering why they were being so stubborn. It wasn't as if he was asking them to run naked down the street singing 'hallelujah!'
"Why should we? We are not – I repeat NOT – taking part in a bloody Nativity!" Jac retorted, her eyes shining dangerously.
"Why the bloody hell have you volunteered us for it anyway?" Serena complained, almost as if she was in a sulk. Hanssen had to supress a smirk at this – it almost ashamed him to admit he got a satisfying feeling when Serena Campbell acted like a petulant child.
"Mo did. Paed's want to put a show on for the kids this Christmas, asked if we was interested, and so Mo put everyone's name down who isn't working that day from AAU, Darwin and Keller." Michael explained in his usual, lazy drawl.
"Oh, right, yeah. We'll just prance around the stage looking like idiots when we should be in theatre doing life-saving operations!" Jac sighed in exasperation.
"Oh, cheer up Jac, I'm sure it's not the first time you've pranced around a stage for every Tom, Dick and Harry to see. The memories of Jonny's birthday drink still remain with me." Michael grinned, unable to help himself. Jac eyes narrowed dangerously and everyone in the room who didn't have a death-wish quickly wiped the amused expressions of off their faces.
"Oh come on guys." Elliot sighed. "For the children. All the poor, ill children who just want a laugh this Christmas."
"If I didn't know better Professor Hope, I'd say that was an attempt at emotional blackmail." Hanssen said, his usual placid demeanour fading rapidly, while Jac hissed something like "Well, buy them a yo-yo." Under her breath.
"I think not Mr Hanssen." Elliot replied cheerily.
"And anyway Jac," Jonny coaxed, switching his natural Scottish charm. "I'm directing. So if you don't want you don't have to go on stage. We can be joint directors, what do you say?" The promise she didn't have to make a prat of herself – along with the images of poor children (namely baby Freya look-alikes) being cheered up – made Jac see the Nativity in a completely different light.
"Fine." She snapped. "Although, Maconie, I'm warning you. You cross me or argue with me and I'll take that smarmy head right off those shoulders." Even in the face of this threat, Jonny couldn't stop a broad grin appearing on his face.
"I wouldn't expect anything less." He replied, trying – and failing – to act serious. The prospect of working closely with Jac made this play all the more better (well, with the memories of the events occurring in the linen cupboard that very morning between the red-headed consultant and Scottish Nurse made Jonny sure not much directing would actually go on…)
"Right, I'm off." Jac announced walking to the door. "I'll go and run Darwin while you lot stand around talking fairy costumes and tutu's yeah, Maureen, Elliot?" She called over her shoulder. Mo rolled her eyes at Jac's sharpness while Elliot replied with a "Much obliged, Ms Naylor." When Jac slammed the door behind her, everyone turned to face the only two left resisting. Serena sighed and turned to Hanssen.
"Then there was two." She said. Hanssen also sighed. Although he wasn't usually one for giving up, he knew when he was beaten.
"Aww, come on you two! How can Holby City hospital perform a Nativity without our mom and dad?" Michael begged, doing his best puppy-dog eyes.
"What?" Serena asked, and everyone immediately noticed her deadly tone.
"Huh?" Digby inquired just after, once again pushing his glasses nervously up his nose. "Mr Hanssen and Ms Campbell aren't in a relationship are they?" Michael looked like he never wanted to laugh so much, Digby looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up and never let him go as he realised he's got the wrong end of the stick, Jonny, Mo, Malick and Gemma looked mildly disgusted at this suggestion.
"Oh, sniffles." Gemma laughed, patting a terrified Arthur on his shoulder.
"It's a turn of phrase my friend." Malick informed him in a theatrical whisper. Hanssen glared relentlessly at Digby as he stared in embarrassment at the floor.
"Chill out, Mr Hanssen." Serena grinned, subconsciously placing a hand on his arm. "I'm sure everyone knows the truth." Hanssen swallowed and glanced at his arm. Realising what she had done, she quickly withdrew her hand and averted her gaze from an awkward Hanssen whilst trying not to catch a knowing Michael's eye.
"On one condition." The tall Swede announced reluctantly to Michael.
"What?" Michael grinned happily while Malick and Jonny high-fived each other in triumph.
"I don't have to act!" Serena and Hanssen replied in unison. They glanced awkwardly at each other as they realised they had just spoken the same words at the same time.
"Deal." Michael confirmed their term.
"This is going to be fun!" Jonny grinned. "I haven't done a play since I was a wee kid!"
"I wouldn't say fun." Was Hanssen's mumbled response before he turned to sweep out of the room. "Back to work if you will." He called over his shoulder. Slowly they piled out of the room, everyone bar Serena in a happy mood with the promise of some good fun to come. Soon, it was only Digby and Malick left.
"Did you see that glare? I'm dead." Digby sighed, burying his head in his hands.
"That definitely was a first for me. Hearing an F1 ask if his bosses are sleeping together." Malick grinned.
"It was an unfortunate first for me to ask as well." Digby mumbled.
"Oh, cheer up, it could have been worse." Malick patted him reassuringly on his back.
"How? How the hell could it have been worse?"
Malick grinned. "You could have accused Serena of sleeping with the Big H to become Clinical Executive Director."
What did you think?! I'm unsure of whether to carry this on so please leave a review and let me know your opinions! xx