Hi everyone and Happy May!

This chapter reminisces on a famous scene between Connie and Sam and was honestly really fun to write!

Enjoy, read and review!

Isabella :)

Chapter 4

When the door closed after Connie had left the side bay, Cal gave Sam a final glare before storming out. Sam simply sighed... Today had not been the best start to the return he had been so excited for.

Wandering aimlessly through the corridors, and attempting to form a map in his head, the exhausted man reminisced over the times he had spent in the vast hospital. All the lives he had saved, and the ones he was never able to.

Having used up the last few minutes of his shift he slowly made his way to the locker room, ready to go to the hotel he was staying in until some form of accommodation became available. His trip had been relatively last minute, leaving him a mere three days to deal with care for Grace, packing, and final presentations for the meetings he needed to attend. A semi-permanent place to stay had been the last thing on his mind.

The door clicked behind Sam as he went to put on a new shirt and gather his things together, and he was completely oblivious to Connie standing behind him until he turned around to leave.

"Good grief Connie!" He exclaimed as the figure made him literally leap off the floor in shock.

"You may be a specialist in Cardiotherasics but hasn't my heart dealt enough blows from you already?"

"I'm sorry ... I'm not sure why I came really. I know today has been hard and you're obviously still finding your bearings but try not to make too many enemies while you're here," she warned cautiously. Her hair was still rather wild, and the whites of her eyes a little pink, but she had changed into scrubs and looked slightly less threatening than she had in her previous outfit and killer heels.

"I'm trying, but it appears I have already made one in you, and I wish you could understand how that hurts me. I'm not perfect, I'm trying to do my job,"

"That seems to be the only thing we have in common now," Connie muttered bitterly.

"Oh? Other than a beautiful daughter? And the fact we both spent a lovely time in a room just like this many years ago?" The startled man questioned.

"As I remember, I did slap you before that 'lovely time' happened..."

"Well, it wasn't your best moment but it was then that I realised I loved you,"

Tears welling in her eyes, Connie's voice shook as she shouted "This is why I didn't want you here! You come waltzing back into my life as if you never left, like you were never on death's door, leaving me to pick up the pieces! That's who you are Sam, you're not in love with me, you just can't cope with the idea of me, back here and hap-"

"Don't you tell me your HAPPY Connie! Didn't it even cross your mind that I might have put myself forward to come here, because I saw the messages you sent to Grace... They were a pathetic attempt at hiding how unhappy you are!"

Maliciously she replied "I swear Sam if you keep saying things like that to me I-"

Suddenly Sam grabbed Connie, pulling her towards him, and crushed his lips to hers.

She kissed him back instead of stopping him, gently at first and then with more passion, simply letting the bliss continue.

And in that brief moment she was finally at peace with the world...

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Cal had been furious to say the least with the new Doctor, his blind fury even causing him to forget the man's name.

How could someone like that ever have the nerve to treat Connie in such a disrespectful way? 'Looking out for her' he had said- Cal sharply exhaled out of his nose at the thought, but lingered on the question; What did the idiot actually know about Mrs Beauchamp?

The young doctor had avoided any hint of the gossip surrounding Holby's new arrival as if it were the plague. He never had been able to stand the staff's lack of sensitivity when it came to Connie.

Pacing across the staff room, Cal suddenly realised his shift had finished nearly ten minutes ago now. He would go to the pub and drown his sorrows, maybe even get into some kind of fight to alleviate the wrought iron tension that laced his very muscles.

Bombarding into the locker room, Cal was greeted by something far worse than a violent drunk.

Connie was pinned against the wall, passionately kissing that man. To say she was in a state of undress would be an understatement, her top flung recklessly on the floor, tangled with her lover's.

The bang of the door bouncing against the wall with the force if it's opening caused the two to immediately part, leaving them staring at the intruder.

Sam acted instinctively, grabbing Connie's blue scrub top and flinging it infront of her body to give her some protection, before putting himself infront of her, just in time for Cal's fist to make contact with his nose...