Looks who's back after like one day? Thank you soooo much for the reviews , MissStilinskiHerondale (especially, that made my day) and Rachael I really appreciate them. Sorry the updates keep getting shorter and I hope you enjoy (and review) Alice xx
Ollie walked into work on a crisp November morning, with a new attitude, a new smile on his excited and confident face. Today would be the day, he thought, today would be the day it all changed. Weeks since the kiss had been full of stolen looks, of assurances of 'just friends', of yearning and desire, and that would all end today!
He walked onto Darwin bright eyed and busy tailed, holding two coffees as a peace offering to Zosia, so as to get this big day off on the right foot. He scanned the ward for her, knowing her shift had started an hour earlier (he took a purely innocent interest in her schedule) but could not see his slight, fast-moving, quick-witted heart stealer anywhere. He sighed, and then heard a voice that drained all of his confidence and spun around.
"Valentine."
She stood there, majestic, with the air of surveying her kingdom. Who was he kidding; this was her kingdom. Jac Naylor had been the Queen of cardiac surgery here at Holby for a while; memories of a Darwin before her were consigned to the history books. And now she stood, tall and… evidently displeased with what she was seeing.
"Close your mouth Valentine, your brain might fall out. Oh wait..." she added sarcastically. He supressed a grin, knowing it would only provide her with more ammunition with which to embarrass him in front of the others with. He had a lot of respect for Jac, as he'd learnt so much under her steely and never gentle or caring guidance. Even now, after a hard day's work or facing the prospect of a difficult surgery, he would roll a coin across his now nimble fingers and remind himself that if he wanted to shine, he could always go and find some Cillit Bang, and grin about his days as an F1 under Jac. "With me," she barked at him as they commenced the ward round with a flustered and clearly startled Zosia.
Later, he was in the locker room for a break after a morning of being rushed off his feet by a more efficient than he remembered Jac, and Zosia walked in. She was scowling. He wanted nothing more to catch her face between his hands, lock his pale blue eyes onto hers and stare intently into them until she grinned and then kiss the anger and frustration and hurt away. He realised that today was going to be the day he planned to tell her how he felt, but that had completely slipped his mind. He decided to take the plunge, to go for it…
"Zosia, I…"
"Not now Mr Valentine I have work to be getting on with thank you!" she coldly interrupted and stormed back out of the room. What had he done? The way she'd just spoken; the use of 'Mr Valentine,' used so differently to its usual context of flirtatious banter. He couldn't see it and stood, hurt, rejected and thoroughly bewildered.
Zosia ran from the locker room to the toilets, where she flung the door closed in frustration. Had she been imagining these signs over the past weeks, all of the teasing and the fun they'd had? The drinks down the pub had been the light at the end of the tunnel of loneliness and a long day at work; the quotes that she had thrown at him carelessly and he'd retaliated with such humour and wit. How could all of those stolen glances at his perfect face, his pure, ever expressive eyes, mean nothing when a certain ice queen came along? All she'd had to do was click her fingers and he came running back to her, wide eyed and adoring, and completely forget about them and their kiss.
"Am I nothing to you, Ollie Valentine after all of this?"