2 Reasons Why Jac Should Be Jealous

1. Joseph lived next door to a girl called Alyssa and her family. He grew up with her and they were very close. When they were both at university they became a couple and were together for 2 years before splitting up. She has been one of his closest friends since then.

2. Alyssa's moving to Holby to work at the hospital, as a GS Consultant, the position that Jac was dying to get.

Sorry for my absentness in the fanfiction world, during November I was writing my NaNoWriMo novel, which I finished, very pleased about that. And during December I've been revising for my exams, which I had a few days ago. A-Levels are hectic times, so please bear with me, I haven't forgotten about fanfiction. My exams are now over, but the world load is still severe, so I'll post when I can.

As Greg walked away with his tail between his legs, Joseph, trying desperately to hold back maniacal laughter said, 'I've never seen Greg put so firmly in his place before, that was a class act.'

'You know me Joe,' she replied. 'Never been one for an arrogant ladies man. Can smell them a mile off, and am usually very brutal with them. Why do you think I took an immediate dislike to Michael Spence?'

'The more I think about it,' said Joseph. 'The more you are well and truly like Connie.'

'That's not such a bad thing,' replied Alyssa. 'She's an inspiration to female doormats everywhere and an icon for dominant women. How about this Mr Hope then?'

'It'll have to wait then,' said Alyssa as she heard her pager go off. Checking it, she said, 'Pagers have the best and worst sense of timing. This time it's good. GS complications in Connie's patient, I'm needed in theatre.'

'Enjoy it,' said Joseph in reply. 'You're about to see the master at work.'

'I am truly in awe,' replied Alyssa, placing her hand over her heart.

As Alyssa left, Joseph chuckled slightly and said to himself, 'There's going to be a lot of oestrogen in that theatre. God help whichever anaesthetist is stuck with them.'

'I heard that,' called out Alyssa from her position 10 feet ahead of him.

'Always had supersonic hearing,' he muttered to himself.

'I heard that too,' she said, causing Joseph to smirk and depart in the opposite direction.

He continued to walk, almost in a daze down the corridor. He was perplexed that Alyssa was back in his life after so many years of absence, and how her appointment came as a total surprise to him. He was glad to have her back, yet the feelings he felt towards her when they were younger began to be awakened again. They were better as friends, they always were. So why was he still attracted to her?

His thoughts were broken by Jac waving her hands in front of his face.

'Hello, Joseph,' she said as he came back to reality from the world of his thoughts. 'I really did need to speak to you earlier.'

'Not now,' he said, dismissing her and continuing to walk down the corridor, not even sure where he wanted to be going.

In theatre, Alyssa scrubbed her hands with soap next to Connie, who also vigorously cleaned her own hands. Hitting the taps shut with her elbows, Connie said, 'First day and you find yourself in theatre with me. You must be petrified.'

'Not at all,' replied Alyssa. 'I was overjoyed. Working with Connie Beauchamp on my first day? No higher joy.'

'I'm flattered,' said Connie. 'Were you with Joseph when you got the page?'

'Yes I was,' replied Alyssa. 'He found it rather funny that we were going to be operating together. He said, and I quote 'There's going to be a lot of oestrogen in that theatre. God help whichever anaesthetist is stuck with them.''

'Well,' said Connie, taking a scalpel and making the opening incision. 'Poor Mr Rose.'

'I can handle an oestrogen filled theatre,' responded Paul Rose from his seat, casting a wink at Connie.

Stifling a grin, Connie said, 'Make the most of it, it never usually happens. Too much testosterone in medicine, that's what I've always said. Naturally Paul you don't count, you're one of the girls.'

'I'm wounded,' said Paul dramatically, placing his hand over his heart and pouting slightly.

'You know I don't mean it,' she replied.

As the procedure continued, Paul said, 'At least you didn't have Keith Greene.'

Connie groaned. 'That man.'

'What's he like?' asked Alyssa, observing as Connie made a suture.

'Pompous, up himself, self-important geek in glasses,' said Connie calmly.

'Don't forget hit with the ladies, or so he thinks,' added Paul.

'There's only one hit with the ladies anaesthetist,' said Connie, looking up from the patient's chest cavity. 'I hear that since your divorce you've got a new lady on the go.'

'Your sources are very accurate Connie,' he replied. 'I am seeing a new woman, and it's going rather well. I have high hopes.'

'All sounds rather promising doesn't it Alyssa?' asked Connie.

'Indeed,' she replied, not missing out on the signs the two of them were giving out. Alyssa knew it. They were dating and bantering, Connie teasing Paul into giving information away about his new woman, very obviously her. It can't have been going on for very long, the signs were very overt.

'So Paul….' Said Connie, reaching her hand out for suction and using it to make the cavity easier to see into. 'This woman, older or younger?'

'A few years younger,' said Paul. 'She's divorced too.'

'Children?' asked Connie.

'One,' replied Paul. 'A beautiful little girl. We get on well.'

'She sounds like a right catch,' said Connie, finishing up with a suture.

'Oh believe me, she knows the effect she has on me,' replied Paul, swallowing a gulp.

'Intriguing,' said Connie. 'I'm sorry to have wasted your time Ms Daniels, it appears Mr Jones' GS condition wasn't planning on giving us as many headaches as we thought.'

'Its fine,' said Alyssa. 'It's inspiring to watch you work.'

As they departed from theatre, Alyssa found herself running into Joseph once more.

'How was theatre?' he asked.

'Very, very intriguing,' she answered.

'How so?' he asked.

'Did you know that Mrs Beauchamp and a certain Mr Rose are in a relationship, serious enough to warrant him meeting her daughter?' asked Alyssa.

'I had an inkling,' replied Joseph. 'They say far too much in theatre.'

'That's what gave it away to me,' said Alyssa. 'But I'm glad it's not just me.'

'Well you've always been good at reading people,' said Joseph. 'You see right through me.'