Sam's Boredom Leads To A Master Plan

What can I say? Truth, dare, slight drunkenness, stripping, a little bit of silliness and pairings. Sam has what he thinks is a bright idea, how will he go about carrying it out?

It was another day at City Hospital - patients, operations, theatre lists, political arguments and a hell of a lot of unresolved sexual tension in the air. People were going about their jobs and duties as usual, hustling and bustling around the hospital, trying to ignore the tension between certain members of staff.

But he heard their whispers, he saw how the whispers died down whenever these people were in the close proximity.

He seemed to be the only person out of the ignorant oafs he worked with to see the tension between those two people, the glares, but the look of love at the same time. These people were meant to be. This one couple.

The other couple were strange in his eyes, but he found it obvious that these two had something and were meant to be. There was an age difference, not very considerable but enough to cause difference of opinion between the two. Trying to deny it didn't help, it just made it more pronounced. He knew the woman well, very well, he'd seen her naked and been her friend with that one night of benefit. She loved him.

He needed to do something to resolve this, to match make, to be a Cupid for the day. It would satisfy his boredom at the very least to watch them squirm, best case scenario he created two happy couples. It was a win win situation.

Seeing as the ever so eloquent and raging mother of his child had found herself offended by something he said once again, he was out of theatre and stuck doing paperwork. And so he had plenty of time to come up with his master plan.

Deciding that the staff room wasn't comfy enough for his joint paperwork/cupid venture, he decided to have the balls to go and work in Connie's office.

Walking in, he saw Elliot's desk piled 3 odd miles high with assorted rubbish. That crushed the first idea he had.

Then a brainwave.

Connie's desk practically jumped up and waved at him, with its shiny and uncluttered surface.

No, he couldn't.

Could he?

It was so tempting, and Connie wasn't going to be around for a while...

But what if she caught him? She already had his balls in an iron vice for cheekiness, maybe 'borrowing' her desk was a step too far. He was kind of worried about what she'd do.

Ahh, stuff it, he said to himself. I'll be out long before she gets back.

Sitting down at Connie's desk and taking out the paperwork he had to do, Sam began to work, but the how to match make the couples was always on his mind. He even accidentally wrote down some of the points in the paperwork. Thank God for Connie keeping Tipex in her desk.

He worked away for a solid hour, before looking up to find a red faced Connie glaring at him.

'Mr Strachan,' she said warningly. 'Why are you sitting at my desk?'

'Connie, uhhhh, Mrs Beauchamp. I came in here to finish those reports that you wanted......'

'Did I give you permission to come in here and sit at my desk?' she asked perfectly sweetly, but it was plain to see that she was pissed at him.

'No,' said Sam, staring at the ground.

'Look at me when I'm having a go at you,' she shouted.

He raised his head to look at her.

'Get. Out. Now,' she said angrily.

'Yes Mrs Beauchamp,' he replied, picking up his stuff and leaving.

Later on, Sam had figured out a way to get the 2 couples together. He just needed to execute it tonight with precision.

Stage 1 – Make contact with them and get them to come out for a drink.

Couple number 1...

Sam walked into AAU and spotted his first target straight away.

'Hey,' he said from behind her, making her jump.

'Jesus Christ!' she exclaimed.

'Not quite,' he said with a wink. 'Anyway, do you fancy a drink tonight? Down in the bar at 8?'

'Bring it on,' she said.

'Great, I have some loose ends to clear up so I'm gonna have to love you and leave you. See you at 8,' he said as he left.

'Okay,' she replied.

Target 2...

'Hey silver spoon boy,' teased Sam. 'Fancy a drink tonight?'

'Not really,' was the reply.

'Why? Something good on the telly? Songs of praise. Have to go to a church service?' he asked.

'Fine then, I'll go!' he replied, annoyed, but knowing that Sam was right.

Target 3...

'My dear old Darwin mate,' exclaimed Sam. 'How do you fancy a swift pint after shift? It's been a boring day, we could use some excitement.'

'Yeah sure, where and when?'

'8 o clock in the bar. I've got some other people coming too, but no one you don't know,' he replied.

'Okay, see you then,' was his reply.

Target 4...

'Olive, my Morticia look alike and Mini Connie Beauchamp, how do you fancy a drink tonight?'

'After that greeting, no,' she replied coolly.

'Awww don't be like that,' he whined back at her. 'Its not just me going, there are others. I'm not leaving until you say yes.'

'Fine,' she snapped. 'But you're buying.'

'Aren't I always?'

She gave a small snort then walked away.

Sam grinned to himself.

The plan was going well so far.

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