Firstly I would like to thank all those who read and reviewed the first chapter – It's great to know that people appear to be enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it.

This chapter has taken me a little longer than I had anticipated to upload, so I thank you for your patience.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter and keep your eyes peeled for the final instalment sometime next week!

Her fingers tapped furiously against the desk as her eyes followed him around the ward, the moment of his spontaneous departure swirling around in her mind, infecting her every thought. She had returned an hour ago and he had spoken to her only regarding patients and when absolutely necessary, as if nothing had happened between them, as if that defining moment was a delusion she had created in her mind of which he was unaware. She bit her lip in frustration as rage travelled through her veins as she watched him tend to patients with that professional composure of his. What was she supposed to do now? Was this his way of telling her to forget what had happened between them? That would certainly be the simplest move, she understood that, but she also knew that if she didn't get some answers from him soon she would break something, which would most likely be him. She needed to know why he followed her down there and why he had pulled out of the moment just when she was about to dive in.

She had been sure that in all the moments they had spent in that room, that like her, his feelings had changed and that he felt the same desire for her as she did for him. However, she stared at him now as he crossed the ward with an air of calm surrounding him, as if nothing were troubling him, she felt her stomach drop and a deep sick feeling spread throughout her body. Had she been mistaken? Had he simply been comforting her as a colleague this whole time? Was it her misunderstanding or had he been leading her on, abandoning her when it became too serious? These questions dominated her thoughts making it impossible to work on anything else.

She had to talk to him. She looked at the clock. She had another hour and a half until her shift ended. She checked the router on the computer. He was due to finish half an hour after her. A plan formed in her mind, a plan to corner him and to force from him what she needed to know. Not that this soothed her racing mind, if anything it made it worse and yet she knew that she had no other choice.

And so she pushed through and remained professional all the while counting down the minutes until the end of her shift. She went through the same motions and she did every day, but this time she avoided Luc at every opportunity. Yet with only ten minutes remaining of her shift she felt his gaze upon her, a feeling she had grown used too and yet now it resulted in anger where it had once caused a sense of calm. When she allowed herself to meet his gaze she found him tucked away in the office talking to Liam, who was now exchanging his glance between his feet like a naughty school child and looking nervously into her eyes. What was he saying to him? Without a moment's hesitation she began marching over towards them, a twinge of panic beginning to settle in. As she drew closer she watched again as Luc made a rushed exit leaving Liam standing alone in the office, harbouring a look of guilt.

She entered and slammed the door behind her. "What's he said to you?" Her voice sounded fast, too fast, and it was then she realised how fast her heart was pounding, that she was in fact panting for breath. She hated what he had done to her, how he could make her crumble so easily. Yet she knew that however angry she felt towards Luc she felt more towards herself at how easily she had aloud this to happen, she thought she had been stronger than this, smart enough to know better than to let someone like Luc in.

Liam stood there silently, staring at his shoes.

"Liam!"

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, as if he didn't wish for the words to be heard. She didn't understand. Liam had never apologised to her for anything before, not seriously, not even when they were kids. Her mind went into overdrive – what could he have done that was so bad. The panic began to beat away at her once more.

"For what? What have you done?"

"I'm jus' sorry for what I said, y'know, earlier – sayin' you were like mum"

She was speechless. She had almost forgotten their spat earlier in the day; she could barely remember the details as so much else had happened since then that she had deemed it unimportant. It wasn't like arguments with Liam were uncommon, and it wasn't that today's was any different from the rest and so she couldn't understand what had possessed him to take such drastic action.

"You've never apologised to me, not seriously"

"Yeah so"

"Yeah so why now?"

"Doctor Hemmingway was jus' talking to me and – "

" – Wait, he made you apologise?" she interrupted, unable to withhold her shock.

"He didn't make me, but he said some things and well... I'm sorry" even hearing him say the words a second time didn't make it any less shocking. She bit her lip once more, struggling to control her emotions. She couldn't understand why he would go out of his way to invoke manners upon Liam, what did he get out of it? Was this supposed to make it better? To simmer the anger that burned away within her? Thoughts whirled around her skull as a continuously increasing level of fury ripped through her body. Did he think she would forget all that had happened simply because he had forced Liam to apologise? Did he really think that would be enough? That was all she deserved? No explanation.

Liam's voice brought her back into the room "... I think he is taking this mentor thing quite serious like"

She didn't have the energy to speak calmly of Liam 'mentor' right now. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to regain control and it was then her eyes caught the ward clock. Her shift had ended almost ten minutes ago and Luc was due to finish in another twenty. "Look my shifts over; I'll see you at home later okay?"

She didn't wait for a response before leaving the office, she understood that she hadn't appreciated Liam's apology and knew that she had acted rudely and was sure that he would give her hell for it later but this was the only thing she could concentrate on right now – confronting Luc and finally getting some answers.

After attending to some final patients and organizing her notes for the next nurse on duty she practically ran down to the lockers, the sound of her steps echoing throughout the stairwell, she pushed through the doors into complete silence. She stopped for what seemed like the first time in hours. The silence pushed down on her and the stillness of the air suffocated her, she realised now what she was planning to do and how it could change everything, but then hadn't it already changed? She stood still and lonesome in the middle of the room and breathed deeply, she knew what she needed right now was a stiff drink, or a trip to the roof to clear her head but she had no time for either, he was due to finish his shift in less than fifteen minutes.

She retrieved her key and opened up her locker, slowly removed her scrubs and replaced them with dark jeans and a plain red tank top and topped it with a black leather jacket. Quickly she left the room and swiftly left the hospital and made her way across the grass towards the end of the grounds. Eventually she came across it, a small dingy looking caravan, tuck away behind some hedges and quite easily picked her way into its simple core. She looked around and wondered how on earth he could live in something as basic as this, with only one hob, a small fridge and a questionable looking bed. What dominated its tiny walls was, of course, his numerous amount of books of which she recalled once help place back on their shelves. She allowed herself to smile at the memory.

Her mind ran through many scenarios that could take place including several colourful phrases she wished to say to him, but she knew in the end they would all be useless because she knew that when he entered the room her mind and whatever she may plan to say would succumb to her emotions which would be certain to take over in this moment. That fact scared her, she knew that she was very guarded when it came to her emotions, but having them take over meant not knowing completely what would come out of her mouth – perhaps things she wished for him not to know, things she wished not to even acknowledge herself.

She heard footsteps and recognised them instantly. He was coming.

She stood and felt herself tense. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest. She swallowed in an attempt to rehydrate her mouth.

The door swung open and in he walked but upon seeing her stopped suddenly in his stride.

Before allowing him to speak she made her point "we need to talk... about what happened earlier"

There we have it! I really hoped that you all enjoyed it. If you could leave a review, I would love to know what you thought Thank you again!