Authour's Note

This is the first chapter that I have written in this series of 7 stories I plan to write. I want the running storyline to be the relationship between Marion and Mike, but I want there to be other storylines per installment and other characters involved, just like an episode would be. I have all the plans, It's just a case of writing them up. I think when I'm done each story will have about 5-7ish chapters each. I'm not a brilliant writer and I'm new to fanfiction, so bear with me while I get the hang of it! Oh - and I hope you enjoy what I write! Here we go - Story One, Chapter One:

The Royal (M/M episode 1) - Accidents Never Happen

Frankie slammed his foot down on the accelerator, forcing the ambulance to speed forward at a few more miles per hour as he overtook two cars in front, narrowly missing a third on the opposite side of the road. Dr. Ormerod, sat in the passenger seat, clutched his stomach and gripped the dashboard a little tighter. He didn't care if they fired him for negligence; this was the last time he rode with Frankie. The ambulance raced on with it's driver getting more and more adrenaline filled with each digit the needle of the speedometer passed, it's passenger getting even greener.

Suddenly Frankie slammed on the brakes and pulled over onto the side of the road, causing Gordon to rocket forwards towards the window screen, stopped from going through it only by the dashboard and his quick reaction time. They had arrived in front of a small, two story cottage in the middle of a village. "Here we are, doc!" Frankie smiled, jumping out of the vehicle and slamming his door shut, before jogging around to the Doctor's door. Dr. Ormerod wiped his face with his hand and took a deep breath in as Frankie pulled open the door. "Are you OK?" He asked.

"I...I'm...Fine." Gordon lifted his bag from the floor and stepped gingerly down from the ambulance. With both feet on the ground he wobbled a little and put his hands out to stop himself falling over. Frankie slapped him on the back.

"Ambulance sickness, eh? Couple more rides with me and we'll soon have that sorted, doc." Doctor Ormerod glared at Frankie. The only way he was going to ride in that thing again was over his dead body.

Gordon looked up at the cottage. James Redpath had appeared from the side of the house and was hurrying quickly over to them, looking distraught. "I'm James Redpath, It's my wife, Jane. Come quickly!" He shouted at the two men, "Hurry – she's around the back. I'm not sure she's breathing." The doctor instincts kicked in and Gordon forgot the nausea he was feeling. Right now what was important was that he had a job to do and someone's life to save.

It took less than 20 seconds for them to make their way into the back garden of the cottage. Gordon saw her first, then Frankie. They had both seen worse accidents over the course of their time working in hospitals, but this came close to the top. The woman, Jane Redpath, lay mangled on the floor of the greenhouse, surrounded by a pool of blood. She was cut all over and her leg was twisted 90 degrees. Dr. Ormerod paused to take in the sight and navigate through the broken glass. "What happened?" He asked James.

"I...I don't know. I...I...came home from work and found her like this. I think she must have fallen...cleaning or something." Ormerod looked at Frankie. They were thinking the same thing. James did not sound convincing. Stammering, stopping to think, shaky voice – It didn't just say worried husband; it said liar.
Gordon made his was carefully over to Jane's body and knelt down, feeling for a pulse.

"Frankie, she has a pulse, but it's very faint. I'll splint the leg best I can, if you put something on the worst of those wounds to slow the bleeding. Mr. Redpath I want you to go into the house and call the Royal. Tell them that Dr. Ormerod says we're bringing in a casualty and we will need Mr. Rose in theatre straight away. We should be there in about 15 minutes. Then I want you to lock up the house and get ready to travel in the ambulance with us." James nodded and ran inside, leaving Frankie and Gordon to see to his wife.

Back at the Royal, Matron was trying to explain to a young man that Mr. Rose was going into theatre with an emergency and that that took priority over his ingrown toenail, but was failing miserably. She was saved by Dr. Ormerod who threw open the door and pulled the first half of a trolley into the room. "You're early, Dr. Ormerod."

"Yes Matron, sorry. I didn't take into account Frankie's driving." He turned to Marion who was also in the room. "We have a 30 year old woman unconscious, suffering from multiple deep cuts, fractured leg, dislocated shoulder, several broken ribs, possible internal bleeding and I'm concerned that she may have received trauma to the head. I want blood taken and into theatre soon as." Dr. Banner walked into the room, in midst of all the chaos. Dr. Ormerod breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're in today, Mike. I was meant to finish 2 hours ago, I had paperwork, and then this came up. Nurse McCaig will tell you the details. Meet me in theatre in 5 minutes, I'll anesthetise, you can assist Mr. Rose, then I'm off home and she's all yours."

In theatre, Mr. Rose finished his final stitch on Jane Redpath. "Well, that's me finished. I've done my best in there, but there's no promises. Now if you don't mind there's some very fine whiskey and a golf course with my name all over both." He nodded to the two doctors in theatre. "Gordon, Dr. Banner, I trust you can finish up here?" Mike nodded as Mr. Rose strode out of theatre. Gordon looked up at Mike.

"I'd say she has a fighting chance, but I think it's best you prepare the husband for the worst. There was one thing I wanted to mention – when we were at the scene, the husband was a little bit on edge. When we asked him what had happened, he seemed to make it up on the spot. Told us that he got home from work and found her, but neither Frankie nor I were convinced. Just thought you might like to know that much."
"Thanks. I'll keep my eye out."

In the side ward later that day, Dr. Banner checked the patient notes for the unconscious Jane, while Nurse McCaig took her pulse. She looked up at him, without him noticing. She watched the way he studied the paper, taking in every detail, checking for even the slightest indication of change in her condition. She loved the way he was so precise and took so much care over everything, and the way he was so passionate about his job. She wished more people were like him. "I think you should know that the husband was acting a little suspicious at the scene, nurse McCaig. He said that he came home from work to find his wife as she was, but Dr. Ormerod seemed to think that there was more to it than that." Marion finished taking Jane's pulse.

"Dr. Banner." He looked up at her. She stammered for a little in his gaze, noticing how nice his eyes looked in the light of the room. "Urm...her pulse...it's a little...slow...I mean quick. Quick. Her pulse is a little quick." Marion blushed.

"Are you OK?" Mike asked her.

"I...I'm fine. Thank you. I think I just need some air. If you need any help just call." Marion scuttled out of the room quickly and hurried into the staff toilet and leaning her head against the back of the door, blushing ferociously. "That wasn't obvious at all," she muttered under her breath.