Chapter 2! I thought I'd mention some Olympics in here, so sorry if it's a bit cheesy.

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Tara went into work the following day, looking even more happy than usual. She was looking forward to seeing Oliver again. "What are you so happy about? You look like the cat who got the cream," Jac asked her.

"Just...everything!" she exclaimed. Jac looked at her in disgust: why did she get landed with the most annoying ones?

"Well, I'm sorry for our meeting being cut short last night. I haven't got any surgery today, so meet me in my office in 15 minutes," Jac said. Immediately after she disappeared, Elliot Hope and Oliver appeared on the ward. "Good morning, Dr. Lo!" Elliot said exuberantly, holding a doughnut in his right hand and a cup of coffee in the other. "Morning, Mr Hope. Hi, Oliver" she grinned back. Elliot put down his refreshments, and began looking for some paperwork on the cluttered nurses desk. "Um, excuse me, Tara, can I speak to you please?" Oliver asked politely. She nodded, and followed him round the nurses desk. Although Mr. Hope was getting on a bit, he still had impeccable hearing. Shuffling slightly to his left, so he could hear their conversation better, he pretended to be engrossed in an article about a revolutionary piece of heart transfer equipment.

"Yeah, what is it?" Tara asked quietly.

"I just think that, for the meanwhile, we shouldn't tell anybody about...us. That we're together. Just to begin with," he said discreetly. Tara looked up at him, and then nodded.

"I...suppose so," she added, in a hushed voice. With a great big smile on his face, Elliot found the paperwork, and bumbled off to his office. Closing the door behind him, he grinned at Jac. She sighed. "You'll never guess what, Jac!" he chuckled, sitting down behind his desk.

"Do I really want to know? Go on then..." she replied.

"It turns out our Oliver and Tara, are a couple!".

"Seriously! Couldn't he have picked a less annoying pet?!" she ran her hand through her hair. She had a bit of soft spot for Ollie: just a tiny tiny soft spot. It was Elliot's turn to sigh. "Promise not to tell anyone, though Jac? They didn't want anyone knowing,".

Fat chance of that, Jac thought, as she texted Johnny the latest Darwin gossip.

Twenty minutes later, Tara emerged from the consultant's office. Despite hoping for a quick approval of the project, Jac had simply pointed to where she wanted it, browsed the first page and said "interesting". She rested against the wall, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, Oliver rushed over and knocked on the door of the office. "What is it?" she asked.

"RTA. Coach crash. Incoming ten minutes!" he exclaimed, as he opened the door. Jac rushed out, followed by Elliot. "How many she asked?".

"They didn't say. But get this, it's the French athletic Olympic team," he replied.

Oliver and Jac were in theatre together, operating on the driver of the coach. It was a simple enough procedure, and apparently the driver was the worst hit. The athletes were recovering in a different ward, and one of the athlete's trainers was in theatre with Elliot. "So Valentine, you and Tara together?" she asked.

"Why would you think that?" he asked, concentrating on avoiding a bleed.

"Scalpel," she paused, "You didn't think that I would notice?".

"Eagle-eye Naylor isn't a nickname that has been used before. Okay, I'll admit it, Tara and I are together,". Jac snorted. "What?" Oliver asked.

"You don't actually think it's going to last, do you? Here name is Lo. You've hit a low point in your life... I thought you would've learnt your lesson by now: relationships at work, don't work!".

"Well, you'd know that better than anyone, wouldn't you?" he replied, quietly.

"Just keep quiet and finish the stitching," she stepped back from the table, "Okay, good job everyone,".

Meanwhile, in the other theatre, Tara was watching Elliot perform a procedure. He stepped back from the table and pinched his brow with one hand. "Elliot, what's wrong?" Tara asked concerned.

"I'll be fine, just...give me a second..." he patted his chest, "I need...you...to hold this, a second... don't let it bleed out," he said, whilst getting his pager. Tara hurried over, and took over from Elliot. "What do I do?" she buzzed.

"Just keep holding it...Jac's on her way," he replied. Then the heart machine went off.

"He's got a bleed!".

"I thought...I told...you to hold on to it?!".

"I have, I don't know where the bleed is coming from!" she replied. One of the nurses located the bleed and showed her where it was, and gave her another clamp. Tara put her hand into the sticky pool of blood - she found where the bleed was and clamped it. But he needed to be resuscitated. Elliot seemed to have recovered, and got back to the table. He charged the paddles and "CLEAR!". Nothing. So they repeated it. Again and again. Until he gave up. "Time of death - 11:22,". Tara took a step back; speechless. It was her fault! She ran out of the theatre, just as Jac entered.

Tara sat in the locker room, hugging her knees. It felt so bad. Then she heard someone behind her. "Hey," he paused. "Elliot is looking for you, by the way. He says it wasn't your fault. That if it was anybody's it was his, and the man had an underlying condition, which meant his blood leaked easily. There was nothing you could've done,". Tara turned to look at his blue eyes.

"I went to medical school, for five years, but I didn't know what to do! I just froze and...". She glanced down at the floor and sighed.

"In a medical career, things don't always go the way you wish, you'll be unlucky. People die and you can't save everybody, Tara, however much you want to," Oliver whispered sadly. He put his arm round her and let her lean her head against him. She didn't know how long they sat until his pager went off. It could of been minutes; it could've been hours. He got up to leave, "I'm needed on the ward. See you later,". Tara stood up abruptly, and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Wait! Ollie. Wait...I need to tell you...something,".

Hope it was okay and please review! :)

PS. If anybody has got any ideas for a better title that 'What If' it would be greatly appreciated! Thank you :D