A/N I can honestly say that I wasn't expecting such a response! I wasn't planning on adding any more chapters to this, I don't really have a continual story arc or anything. But I might be able to cobble some more chapters together!

Disclaimer: I don't own Call The Midwife, just the box sets.

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"Auntie Shelagh! Auntie Shelagh!" cried a little pink, yellow and green blur, just as he crashed into the tiny nurses legs, almost toppling her in the process. Automatically, Shelagh's arms wrapped around the young boy, but that didn't stop her from teetering dangerously for a few seconds.

"Hello Timothy," she chuckled, a few seconds later when they had regained their balance. She ruffled his hair as the boy pulled his head back to beam widely at her. "As glad as I am to see you, we could have both been hurt in all the excitement! You need to warn people before barrelling into them!"

"Timothy Turner!" The childminder, Carrie, scolded, puffing to a stop just before the midwife and boy. "What have I told you about running off! What has your dad told you about running off!"

"But I saw Shelagh!" Timothy argued back, his good mood vanishing and a petulant look crossing his face. Carrie looked about ready to blow a gasket. Shelagh nodded to some unspoken plea to help, before kneeling down to Timothy's level.

"Tim dear," she started seriously, holding onto his hands. He looked away from her, he hated it when Shelagh told him off. "Timothy, look at me. Now. Good. You know full well that when you are with Carrie, Carrie is responsible for you. Which means?"

"To do as she says and not to go running off," he muttered, "But-"

"And that includes when you get into the hospital, even if you see me, or your father, or Nurse Trixie or Fred. Because if we can't trust you not to run off while in the hospital, how can we trust you not to run off on Carrie anywhere else? There are lots of dangerous people around Timmy, and the last thing your father or I want is to lose you. Which means?"

"I promise to stay with Carrie at all times unless she gives me permission to run around," he said monotonously.

"And do you mean it?" Shelagh asked, eyebrow raised. Tim looked at her in surprise. His father just tended to accept the sentence, ruffle his hair and tell him not to do it again. Which he would. "Because I know this isn't the first time someone has had to have this conversation with you. We shouldn't have to keep repeating ourselves. You are not a baby any more Tim, we need you to act like a grown up boy, which means not running off. So. Do you mean it this time?"

Tim thought for a second. He really didn't like upsetting Shelagh, she was nice to him, and she made dad smile a bit more. If that meant having to walk with Carrie when they arrived on the ward. Well, "I'll try," He offered, "I really will Aunty Shelagh. I promise I'll try."

"Well, you're just going to have to prove how absolutely wonderful you are, aren't you?" She smiled, bopping his nose before standing up to talk to Carrie. Tim leant into her side, and she automatically started stroking his hair absently. "How has he been today?"

"I am here you know," he muttered, poking Shelagh's side. Shelagh returned the poke, then gripped his fingers before he could try again, all while maintaining a straight face and conversation.

"The usual?" Carrie shrugged, "He ate all his carrots at dinner so he was allowed jelly for pudding. Um, he has three pieces of homework and there's a letter from school in his bag. Jack got one as well, so it's either the two of them have put toadstools in the teachers lunchbox again, or the school play."

"Who's putting toadstools in school lunchboxes?" Trixie asked with a grin as she walked past. "Sounds like an exciting tale you will have to tell me Master Timothy."

Tim grinned. He liked Trixie. Shelagh, however, frowned.

"Timothy was in a lot of trouble over that incident Trixie," She scolded the younger midwife. "I don't want you encouraging him and thinking it's a good idea!"

Trixie nodded solemnly before winking at Timothy. "Handover in five minutes," she reminded Shelagh before sashaying off. How that woman managed to look good in scrubs was beyond Shelagh's comprehension.

"Doctor Turner is in his office," Shelagh told Carrie. Carrie frowned slightly, when she had first seen Shelagh, she had expected her to be taking Tim off her hands. "I'll come with you, I need to get the ward notes from him before he goes anyway." She held her hand out to Tim, who took it eagerly.

In his office, Patrick Turner was sat staring at a picture on his facebook. It was one that one of the other nurses had taken at the end of a shift one day. Shelagh had bought Timothy in to meet his dad from work, and the three of them were going to go to MacDonalds for a treat. In the picture, They were stood, side by side, laughing at some silly antic of a beaming Timothy's. He wished that they really were the happy family people would expect looking at the photograph. He wished she would smile at him like that. Patrick shouldn't envy his son, but he did. Tim got to see Shelagh outside of work, he only got to see her when Tim was around.

A soft, familiar knock of the door interrupted his quiet reflection. He quickly closed the screen down before calling enter, knowing it would be her beautiful face that would be peeking around the door. He wasn't however, expecting his son to slip in front of her and run for a hug. She smiled fondly at the two of them.

"I was wondering if I could have the ward notes for handover," She said quietly, a gentle smile on her face. Carrie had slipped into the room behind Shelagh, and was quietly observing the odd little family. Patrick nodded towards a haphazard pile of files, chuckling when Shelagh tutted her annoyance at their dishevelled state. "I'm going to set you and your son handwriting lessons," she said in a teasing voice, glancing up to roll her eyes at the Doctor. She snapped the files shut sharply and turned to Timothy. "Come and give me a hug then mister," she insisted, holding out her arms. Timothy barely even hesitated before throwing his arms around her waist. "Oh, Patrick, Carrie said he has a letter from the school in his backpack and he has three pieces of homework before he tries to kid you he has any less."

"I don't do that!" Timothy replied indignantly.

Three chuckles reverberated through the room.

"I best be off then," Shelagh said, holding the files up as explanation. "Now, you be good for your father young man! And Patrick, don't forget it's P.E day at school, so he will need his sports kit! Have a good evening you two."

Patrick and Timothy replied in a similar manner, grabbing coats and various bags. Shelagh turned to leave, almost jumping when she saw Carrie there. "Oh, Carrie!" She said in surprise. "I am so sorry, I thought you had already gone home again! I do apologise! Thank you for dropping Tim off, and we both know that Tim will be late to your tomorrow morning if Patrick is dropping him off."

"Hey!" the man in question replied indignantly.

"She is right dad," Tim added quietly.

"I really have got to be going!" Shelagh said, waving goodbye as she stepped out of the office. Carrie turned to watch Doctor Turner critically. He was fussing over his son, but glanced at the door after Shelagh had left. He never seemed to bat an eyelid at the way she organised his life, reminding him gently of little things, mocking him gently. He didn't bat an eyelid at how Tim would lean into her, if given the chance, or that Tim was more likely to listen to Shelagh than anyone else.

Anyone watching the trio, Carrie decided, would come to the conclusion that Shelagh and Patrick were married, and Timothy was their son. There was this ease of companionship between the three. It was such a shame that neither of them could see it. Nor the boy, he was so used to Shelagh just being there that he didn't realise quite how much she was his mum, nor how head over heels his dad was for her.

Hopefully it wouldn't take them too long to work out.

…..

"Evening Shelagh," Julie-Anne smiled as the youngest Ward Sister bustled around the room, creating order in her wake. "It has been a while since we were on shift together! How has everything been?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Shelagh smiled. "Nothing to write home about at least."

When Shelagh had first started, Julie-Anne had been her mentor. Now, years later, Julie-Anne Parker was the closest thing Shelagh had to a mother. And with three boys and four grandsons, Shelagh was the closest thing Julie-Anne had to a daughter.

"Well, I expect you will be rather busy over the next few weeks anyway," Julie-Anne said, "What with the summer fair coming up."

Shelagh was the ward charity rep. She took an active role in rallying the ward staff and putting on fundraisers with the mothers-to-be. She had fought, viciously the rumour was, for the Summer fair to be in support of the maternity services. In recompense, she was the lead.

"Oh, don't remind me," Shelagh groaned, sinking back into her chair. "So far its been fairly reasonable to organise. But I don't know what I will do if the weather doesn't pull its weight! I've had to turn down time with Timmy to organise this, so it had better not be time wasted!"

Julie-Anne nodded sagely, surveying her fellow Sister as Shelagh began to re-write Doctor Turners notes. She seemed to be the only one on the ward who could translate the squashed spider hieroglyphics.

"Last time I spoke to you," Julie-Anne started carefully, "You seemed to want to talk. I'm sorry I have had to miss church so much recently, but you know how rotas can be. It does mean that I have missed out on three consecutive weeks of tea and chat. Did you want to talk now?"

She watched Shelagh stiffened slightly "Oh, I'm sure it was nothing of importance."

Shelagh had literally put her heart and soul into organising the hospital fundraising summer fair. She had gone without sleep, bribed, flattered and downright manipulated what she wanted. The weather, however, she could not account for, and she had fallen into a fitful sleep the night before the fair, mentally going over the back-up, indoor fair plan.

Luckily however, the sun seemed to be on her side, dawning bright and cloudless. Shelagh sighed in relief, before bounding over to her wardrobe to decide what to wear.

….

Patrick frowned at his collection of shirts, ties and jumpers, before tilting his head to the left to see if it made any difference. Nope. It didn't. What was one supposed to wear when taking one's son to a fair organised by the one that one was in love with?

There was nothing else for it really.

"TIMOTHY!" Patrick bellowed.

"WHAT?" His son yelled back.

"COME AND CHOOSE SOMETHING FOR ME TO WEAR!"

Everything was going splendidly! Shelagh thought to herself with a little smile. Timothy's cubs group were putting on a performance of Robin Hood in ten minutes, which would then be followed by traditional games like egg and spoons, sack races and the like. She was especially looking forward to laughing as Patrick and Timothy performed in the three-legged race. She felt she could laugh. She had seen them practicing. Disaster wasn't the word for it!

"Shelagh!"

Think of the sun, and so it shall shine! Shelagh thought fondly, turning around to hug Timothy. His father stood, somewhat awkwardly behind.

"My, Doctor Turner," Shelagh teased. "I wasn't aware you owned denim!"

Patrick shuffled slightly. Shelagh thought he was looking extremely fine indeed! On a normal weekend/evening, he would wear his comfy corduroys, with his work shirt still on, and usually a cardigan on over the top. Unless they were out, then he wore a blazer. Today however, was quite a transformation! He was wearing a pair of smart denim jeans, a light blue shirt, left open at the collar and turned up to the elbows, with a pair of sunglasses tucked into the breast pocket.

"You look practically summery!" She continued with a laugh.

"I chose it, Aunty Shelagh!" Timothy piped up, ecstatic that Shelagh liked what he had picked out for his dad.

"Did you? Well, I can honestly say that you've done a better job of dressing your dad than your dad does! Well done Timothy. Hang on, aren't you supposed to be over there with Akela? Come on now Tim! Chop chop."

"But I don't want to be Maid Marion," The boy grumbled, kicking a pine cone as he made his way towards the scout group.

Suddenly, both adults wished they had kept the kid with them.

"I was only joking," Shelagh smiled shyly, "You look very nice today."

"So do you," Patrick managed to get his vocal cords working long enough to stammer out. He had been stunned into silence by the pretty 1950's floral dress that Shelagh had on. It accentuated her tiny waist even more than her usual clothes, and the light cardigan and sunhat, just seemed more like her than anything. She had practically shone in the sunlight as she had approached, and flashed a glimpse of a smile stronger than any sunbeam. He had been temporarily blindsided when she had started teasing him. "Um, shall we?"

"After helping him rehearse his lines, and telling him over and over that he has been given the most difficult part in the whole play for the last four weeks?" Shelagh pretended to think about it. Patrick smiled, and offered her his arm. With a light laugh, Shelagh took it, and finished with. "Yes, I think we had better go and watch the boy in a pink dress!"

"He's going to hate me when he realises I have a camera."

"Can we show them at his wedding?"

….

"Doctor Turner!" Someone hissed, appearing at his elbow. It was one of the maternity assistants, who was actually on shift today.

"What?" He hissed back. Shelagh glanced over to him worriedly. She may have started watching the play with Patrick, but had progressed to standing with Trixie and Chummy. It would knock Timothy's confidence if Patrick had to run off now! Seriously, out of all the Obstetricians in the fair, they had to ask the one with a child?

Patrick suddenly turned ashen, glanced once up to the stage before hurrying off behind the assistant.

"I'm going to bally well slap him!" Shelagh muttered, frowning ominously. Trixie looked at her in surprise. It wasn't like Shelagh to threaten violence at all!

Shelagh carried on watching the final few minutes of the performance, clapping heartily at the end, and purchased an ice-cream for when Timothy came dashing off stage.

She looked around for Patrick, cursing her smallness when all she could see was a sea of shoulders and the bright, mocking blue of the sky. If he missed the three-legged race, Timothy would be crushed!

"Shelagh! Shelagh!" Timothy cried, beaming as he raced towards her. She noticed that he didn't even look for his father. And that hurt her. A lot. "How did I do?"

"You did marvellously!" Shelagh replied with a matching smile. "The best Maid Marion I have ever seen!"

"I remembered all my lines!" He beamed, jumping up and down. He practically quivered with excitement when Shelagh handed him his ice cream. Then he had to break it. "Do you think Daddy will be back in time for the three legged race?"

Shelagh felt another little bubble of anger well up, but managed to squash it with a distorted smile.
"I don't know dear, but I'll be running with you if he doesn't! How about that?"

Tim's cheer let her know how well that was appreciated.

Patrick rushed over the road at the lights, back onto the field that the fair was on. It was, conveniently, right next to the hospital. He glanced at his watch, and cursed under his breath. He had missed the start of the race! Timothy was going to be so upset. Maybe he could get Shelagh to try and bring his son around. She was so amazing with him. Timothy listened to her when he wouldn't listen to anyone else.

He sidestepped his way to the finish line of the race, and began cheering loudly when he saw that, once again, Shelagh had stepped up to the mark and proved to him just how absolutely fantastic she was. She and Tim were winning, the smaller difference in their heights making it easier to run. He cheered again, as Tim and Shelagh fell over the finish line, victorious.

Tim instantly sat up and untied his leg, while Shelagh had lost her glasses. Patrick rushed to help her. She had cut her hand on the gravel. Patrick went to check the wound, but was startled when Shelagh snatched her hand away, her eyes glinting in a dangerous way he didn't think he had seen before.

"Why don't you go and see your son?" She hissed.

"Do you want me to check your hand?" He asked lamely, wondering what he had done to upset her so completely.

"No thank you," She said politely, a steely look in her eyes. "It's only a scratch, I don't think it will need amputating."

Then she promptly turned on her heel and walked off towards the parish hall, where there would be a sink and a first aid box.

"We won Shelagh!" Tim cried out in excitement, waving his arms manically. He stopped when he saw his father and not Shelagh standing there. "Dad! Did you see? Shelagh and I won! We wouldn't have won, we were rubbish!"

"I did son," Patrick ruffled his son's hair and grinned down at him. "I also haven't managed to tell you how splendidly you did in Robin Hood! You were quite the spectacular Maid Marion."

"Shelagh's already done all of that," Tim said pointedly. Patrick felt the familiar ball of guilt fill his stomach again. "What did you say to Shelagh to make her go away?"

"She's just gone to wash her hands, after falling over," Patrick said. He wasn't entirely sure what he had said either.

"I'm going to go and play with Jack and Gavin," Timothy told him, already turning away, dismissing his father to go and play. He stopped suddenly. "Oh, I need some money. For the games, and the rides and all that."

Patrick pulled a few pound coins from his pocket, and placed them in his son's outstretched hands.

"thanks dad," Timothy yelled over his shoulder as he ran away.

Patrick tried not to feel too rejected. He glanced over to the parish hall and made a decision. He had to talk to Shelagh. He had to find out what he had done to upset her so much so he could make it better. He wanted to be able to tell her how much she meant to him. But he couldn't do that if she was angry.

A/N I'll be uploading the 'kitchen scene' and consequences once I have finished it! I hope that this lives up to all the expectations!