So, here's my second Jay fic – a bit of Jay/Ruth this time, my new favourite pairing! Basically it's just Jay's POV after Saturday's episode. I hope you like it, and please leave a review saying what you thought.
Prince Charming
"You may be able to act the part of a doctor, but you'll always be just a nurse to me."
There; she'd said it. Stupid of me not to have expected it, really. I turned and left.
The next thing I did was go and get absolutely pissed. After the second drink, it stopped hurting. After the third or fourth, I managed to forget all about her. Some girl was flirting with me and I kissed her just for the hell of it – she was tall and blonde and curvy, and the very opposite of what I wanted. Maybe she picked up on that, because a while later she left with her mates and I didn't even care. Prince Charming, my arse.
I woke next morning sprawled on my sofa, still fully clothed, with a crick in my neck and a mouth feeling like the bloody Sahara. I got up, head spinning, and staggered into the kitchen to get a drink of water, inhaling most of it in a moment of blind panic when I saw the time – ten o'clock – but then remembering that, thank God or karma or whatever, my shift didn't start till six this evening. The relief nearly made me keel over.
It wasn't till I was showering that I remembered everything that had happened at the surgeons' dinner. I slumped down to the floor of the shower, as hurt and angry as I had been then, and tried to stop thinking about her, about Ruth. It was no use. I kept reliving the scene outside the hall, practically curling up in humiliation.
I felt like such an idiot. I'd thought maybe she was opening up a little, thawing slightly, but no – Ruth Winters was still true to her name, ice queen to the end. She didn't care about me at all, she never had; I'd been deluding myself all along, thinking she'd see me as anything else but a convenient show-partner for her precious dinners.
Charlie had said we made a good team – what a load of crap. As if Ruth bloody Winters could ever let anyone else have even a little bit of control! Well, that was her problem, not mine. I wasn't going to try with her any more.
Later, flicking aimlessly through daytime TV, I thought about how it had felt to kiss her. She hadn't been cold then – her lips were soft, yielding, warm. I could see the shock on her face after I moved away, and for once she wasn't pretending, wasn't hiding herself.
I wanted that again, I realised suddenly. I wanted her. I wasn't going to be able to stop trying to reach her, whatever I did.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love, I thought cynically. And then I nearly choked as it came to me – that was exactly what it was like. "Oh, man," I said out loud, a weird panicky feeling clutching inside me. I'm falling in love with her.