Love Lockdown

Deep inside her, an over-emotional pit was writhing. Joseph was going to stay with Faye, oblivious to her deceits. He said he still loved her, but that was not what came across to Jac. She wiggled until her head was resting comfortably on the male registrar's chest, enjoying the feel of his body against her own, it lending her some sense of security against whatever was happening. She would never admit that she was scared, but somewhere in her, the feeling overwhelming her at that moment was certainly reminiscent of when she had been scared; but it was so long ago, and had been locked away, Jac was unsure.

It had been a long time since she had last been held close to anybody, or experienced anything like it, but she could remember exactly how it felt. Whenever she had had a bad day and had gone to bed to sleep it off, memories tended to creep up on her, making her crave the strong, protective body of Joseph Byrne. His words had little effect on discouraging her, and she knew that there was very little meaning behind them, he could claim not to love her, but he remembered every single small detail from their first date; a fact that was not lost on Jac and it had more effect on her than anything else. He could say he did not love her, but it was the words 'not the same kind of love' that she clung to, along with 'I want to put the clocks back as much as you do'. Her relationship with Joseph had been exceptionally serious at one stage and Jac thought that that was the case with him and Faye now. However, a different kind of love was a small chance that he may not love the nurse that much, a chance that the registrar could get back with him.

She closed her eyes, listening to Joseph's heartbeat. She used to spend hours doing this, content that they were together, and loved each other. This was a small taste of her past, her loved past. They were waiting for the decontamination team to arrive, and this was one of the few pleasant ways to spend it.

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With a start, Jac roused herself. Something was different. She and Joseph were both still alone, nobody rescuing them yet. Quickly she turned to her 'pillow', and was scared when he merely flopped sideways. Her instinct kicked in, and she began trying to save his life. The blood was pounding through her body, threatening to be the only thing she could hear. She could hear the desperation in her voice when she rang Elliot for help, trying three times to conceal it and get her words out. Joseph could not die, not now, not when he was the only man Jac Naylor would ever love. She would never feel this way for anyone else, and she knew he felt the same, he admitted it, but was running away from it. When the decontamination team came in, the only thought in her head was to save Joseph. The adrenalin in her system slowed down as his care was taken over. Unconsciously she began shaking, her emotions catching up with her. He had gone back into theatre to keep her from doing it herself; he had saved her. She did not want to lose Joseph; she would do anything to keep him alive. Anything.

As Jac Naylor got hosed down, all she could think of was Joseph Byrne, and how much she loved him.

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