Greetings! Before you read the chapter, I am sorry this is updated late. Technically it's not even 20 past midnight yet on Wednesday, but it was meant to be uploaded yesterday. The window of time was so close!

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(Putting this on all my current stories, sorry if you've already read it.) Updates...I do try and update when I say I will. About 5% of the time, if I don't update, it will be to do with the case of my memory. Most of the time- 95%- it'll be to do with the fact that I have off days. Basically, when my depression suddenly decides to be horrible to me and make me not enjoy anything and feel so tired all I can think about doing is sleeping and trying not to contemplate life too much. :) So yeah, just a little warning! Hopefully that doesn't happen too often. It seems to have decreased in the last like half a year, so, yay! Anyway, sorry for ranting!

I hope you enjoy chapter 4!

Finding the Honey: Chapter 4

It was so repetitive. Honey just stood there, serving drinks. She thought it would be enjoyable. She thought returning to Holby would be nice. She thought wrong. Yes, of course, Noel was in Holby, and he frequently wandered up to the coffee shop when Louise wasn't looking to engage in conversation with his daughter, but Honey also wanted the man she had fallen for. The man she had fallen hard for.

Cal couldn't work miracles- she knew that. His aura didn't say very much about him at all to be honest. Somehow, she thought a miracle was needed to get Ethan back. Honey was still inwardly debating whether Ethan had blown her out or whether he really was just a turtle receding back into its shell, hibernating almost.

She had, indeed, returned to Holby to be with both her father and Ethan. While away in Manchester, she had met a bloke- similar but different to Dr. Hardy. He had reminded her of Ethan- which made dating him both painful and relieving. She liked the quirks this man had shared with Ethan. The no-getting-drunk and the fact he was a proper man, in the way that he treated her with respect despite her previous line of work, to name a couple. However, there were slight things that made Ethan more charming, and things that made Honey go weak at the knees- so to speak. Like the sweetness that Ethan always had. Honey didn't think Ethan had it in him to be purposefully angry or rude- especially a spur of the moment thing.

She did eventually turn her boyfriend down, though she couldn't mistake the puppy dog eyes that the man had. She just hoped that Ethan didn't have them- the power that can be possesd!

And Honey was back to the normal routine. It was utterly boring!

"How, though?" Ethan asked his brother, whike pacing up and down in the staffroom. He still didn't know how to a policies to Honey, and how to ask her out. Sometimes, he wished he was Cal. Instinctual, sweet talker, and non-stutterer. Ethan definitely inherited his mother's genes, and Cal bared resemblance to his father.

"Please stop pacing." Cal spoke, frustrated. Ethan had been doing that for the last ten minutes, and it was doing Cal's head in. Ethan shot him a disgruntled look, but sat down- nervously tapping his fingers on the table, as well as bouncing his leg up and down. Why couldn't he sit still?

"Well?" Cal didn't even venture to answer. "Come on, Caleb. Think about all the women you've dated!" Cal sighed.

"Ethan, be realistic. I've only had one actual proper girlfriend as she's a con artist. Do you really think you should come to me for advice?" Ethan gave him a look that told him what he didn't want to be told. "Fine," Cal gave in and Ethan smiled cheekily, "just go up to her, say you're sorry for being a socially awkward 30 year old oaf-"

"-Cal!"

"Okay, okay. Just walk up to her, head held high, straight back, looking confident, and say, 'Honey, I am very sorry for messing up, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just wondering if you would like to go for a drink after my shift finishes, by way of me making it up to you?' So, it's not a date as such, but it still sort of is." Cal looked at Ethan properly. He'd taken his eyes off of his little brother to think about the little speech, and he had turned back to Ethan writing what he was saying on a scrap piece of paper. Oh, Ethan.

Ethan spotted Cal smiling at him, "what? I don't want to get it wrong." He was trying to justify it, but it wasn't working.

"It's meant to roll of your tongue, you're meant to make it seen natural, not like your reading from a script," laughed Cal.

"Yes, it comes naturally to you. If I didn't have some sort of reference I'd probably bottle it." The younger admitted. Cal couldn't deny that. It was true!

"Ready?"

"What...now?" Ethan spat out. No way in hell was he doing it now. He'd need to practice it- over and over, so it looked like he was a smooth talking kind of guy.

"Yes, now! Don't keep her hanging!" Ethan groaned. He would do it eventually, and better now when he had a smidgen of courage. No doubt even the ti y bit of courage he had would diminish later on.

Ethan nodded, trying to seem confident- even though he was far from it. "Okay, I'm ready."