The Saturday Morning of the cold Month of November opened with A small blue car, supposedly belonging to Max Walker, gently driving down the straight streets of Holby, the windows slightly open, the faint sound of 'Capital FM' lightly playing.

Eliza had taken the day off. If it wasn't for the previous events, occurring around her daughter, she never would of thought of taking a day off, and would of thrown herself straight into work, without a second doubt. Instead, she was driving down the cold streets, the baby seat strapped firmly in the back, occasional gargles being heard from the infant.

The elder began to hum along to the radio, tapping her hand against the steering wheel, beginning to look for a place to park. Much like her father, the baby was restless, and couldn't sit still for more than nine minutes, (except if she was sleeping - then she would sleep for a long period of time.) If the young girl was not released from the captivity of her car seat soon, there would be screams, and cries from the young girl.

She must of spoke to soon. Almost immediately, the child began to moan from the backseat, the straining could be heard, of her trying to break free from her car seat. Instead, her mother tried to hush her, wanting to place her back in the car seat, and silence her. Carefully, she tried to begin parking in the space which had just become available, the grunts, which were now beginning to get louder, were distracting her.

Eventually, the car was placed in the spot, the engine cut off, as a long sigh left the girl's lips. She hoped that Max wouldn't mind her usage of his car, and he had promised, if it was ever in need of use, that the keys were always there for her use. She pulled herself out of the drivers seat, and walking towards the back of the car. The child's grunts had grown louder, and she was demanding attention. Sighing, Eliza opened the door, her daughter's brow instantly calming.

Elsie raised her eyebrows at the child, Darcy trying to mimic her mother.

"Are you trying to get my attention, young lady?" She asked. Darcy seemed to recognise this sentence, giggling slightly. Rolling her eyes, the girl pulled her child out of the car, resting her on her hip. She slammed the door behind her, locking the car, and beginning to walk towards the coffee shop on the right hand of the street.

The thought of telling Ethan about Darcy still feared her. There was a closeness to this several hours ago, but she had craftily hidden it. However, the guilt would continue to grow, swallowing her piece by piece. Silently, and the child now silent on her hip, she went to pull open to door of the Coffee Shop.

"Elsie!"

Eliza heard her name being called, and by a familiar voice. The girl turned her head, seeing a man approach her. Short, his skin pale, and the white hair atop of his head, slowly fading. A smile appeared on her face, as she walked towards the man, beginning to reply.

"Charlie. Hi." They took a moment, before Charlie turned his attention to the baby girl, who was nestling into her mothers chest, not liking the presence of a stranger. The elder nurse chuckled, before directing his talk to Darcy.

"Hello there young lady. How are you?"

It took a moment, but Darcy slowly pulled her head out of her mother, looking at the unknown man with a puzzling look. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but closed it, her eyes still fixed on Charlie. He took this as a notion to talk.

"You know, I was going to go and get a drink. Do you and Eliza want to come with me?" He asked. To this, Darcy's ears pricked up, at the term of 'Drink.' She knew this meant treats. The girl nodded, before continuing to watch the new found man. Charlie nodded, before leading the two girls into the cafe.

Inside, it was almost empty. There was only two other people in sight. One, a young man behind the counter, looking bored out of his mind, whilst a silver spoon was twisted between his hand. The other, a older woman, who was sat at the back, reading a book which seemed to take her intrest, from the look on her face. Charlie turned to the elder Walker.

"What do you want to drink then?" He asked. Eliza shook her head.

"No, it's okay. I'll get the drinks. Can you take Darcy a moment?" She asked, the baby lifting her head on the mention of her name. Charlie agreed, as Eliza gently passed over the girl, into his grasp.

"I'll have a regular tea. No sugar." Charlie said, as the girl nodded, registering his order. She then turned on her heel, walking to the counter, and ordering the drinks. Whilst she was gone, Charlie made his way over to the window seat, containing three chairs, and a baby seat behind them. He carefully sat down, the young girl now on his lap. Hesitantly, she looked up at the man, almost as if she was confused by him. Charlie chucked, looking at the young girl.

"Are you okay, young lady?" He asked, a warming smile on his face. Darcy nodded, looking into his eyes, smiling a little.

"How do you know mummy? Are you two friends?" She asked sweetly, her dark eyes looking at Charlie. He chuckled, nodding his head a little.

It was then, he realised the truth. This young girl was Eliza Walker's sister. Max was a Uncle, and supposedly somebody was a father. A dark thought curled in his stomach, as he began to place the pieces together.

"Me and your mother work together." He paused. "You do look like her, you know?" He said, questioningly. Darcy nodded, before using her short finger to point at her eyes.

"Mummy says I have daddy's eyes. But daddy doesn't live with us." The girl giggled, almost as if sharing state secrets. Charlie nodded, beginning to understand. Of course, he knew Ethan and Eliza were together, and it would never take a genius to realise that something must of happened.

From behind the two, a small cough was heard. Both looked around to see Eliza, holding a tray, containing two cups of tea, a glass of milk, and three chocolate cookies. She began to walk around to the other side of the table, placing down the tray and smiling gently.

"Darcy, come and sit on your chair-" She started, but was cut off, by the now demanding two year old.

"No!" The girl shouted, clinging to the nurse. Eliza opened her mouth to protest, and make her daughter come and sit with her, but instead, Charlie shook his head, keeping the girl on his lap. He then took his cup of tea, being careful not to hit the girl, as he began to talk with the elder girl.

"So, why now?" He asked. "Why have you come back to Holby?"

"Well, Connie asked me to. She said that Dylan wasn't well, and that I was needed-"

"Eliza." Charlie paused. "You wouldn't of come back like that. You left, without a word, and now, you decide to come back. With a daughter."Elsie's eyes opened wide, with the word 'Daughter' mentioned. She realised that people were going to find out. That Ethan, was going to find out.

"She's Ethan's, isn't she?" Charlie asked. The girl nodded, before taking a sip of her own drink. After putting it down, she carried on to speak.

"I couldn't stay there anymore. I needed to come home, to Holby, and-" She cut herself off, looking down, as if she was a child, just been told off. Charlie sighed, letting Darcy off her lap, so she was able to go and hug her mother. Elsie clinged back tightly, before Charlie pulled himself up, walking over to Eliza, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"I want to tell him, just now? Maybe in my own time..." She said, quietly. Charlie nodding, as if understanding.

"He needs to know Eliza. But, I'm not going to tell him. Not yet..." He said nicely, before releasing her shoulder. Silently, Elsie pulled herself up, Darcy now on her hip. Charlie began to follow them out of the Cafe, continuing to talk his gentle words.

"Please, Eliza. Just think about it." He said, gently. Elsie nodded, before saying her goodbyes. Charlie copied, before kissing both her forehead, and Darcy's. Elsie then turned on her heel, and walked away.

"Mummy?" Darcy asked, almost in a whisper?

"Yes?"

"I like him. A lot." She said, almost in a giggle.

"So do I, Darc." She paused. "So do I.


Caleb Knight ran a hand through his shortened hair, pacing into the Staffroom. Never, in his life, had a shift been so extended. It had been nothing, other than laborious, common cases, almost things which could of been solved by a GP or, by staying at home.

He was also one to notice that Eliza had not been in today, and was missing from the department. Cal couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, after what had happened to her yesterday. Instead, he tried to take the focus off his mind.

Eliza Walker, to him, was a mystery. Almost two years ago, she had disappeared of the face of the earth, after telling Ethan she loved him, and wanting to be with him. Now, she returned, the childish clothes, and immature attitude almost completely gone. Instead, she was much more grown up, stronger, independent.

And so much more beautiful.

The last thought was something Cal didn't need to think about. Of course, when he had found out that Honey and Ethan were an item, he almost screamed. Eliza had only been gone two months, before Honey and him were found, almost eating each others face. He couldn't complain, Caleb Knight could be just as bad.

He would never forget the night Ethan found out. Him and his brother had stayed up into the early out of the morning, comforting him, telling Ethan that Elsie still loved him, and that everything would be okay. He didn't know that. And now, he was even less certain.

From behind him, the door opened again, his baby brother entering alone. A small smile passed his face, as he came and sat, Cal soon joining him. Of course, he didn't want to talk about the girl in question, he would never-

"Cal? About Elsie." Ethan started, almost in a awkward way. Cal sighed, his previous thought, now thrown out the window.

"Yes?" He replied.

"I was just...you know...thinking..." He trailed off, a small frown on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Elsie...She's back..." He trails off, his face contorting into confusion. Cal chuckled, nodding his head.

"Yeah, she's back, Ethan."

"But...I'm with Honey." Ethan's face grew more confused by the moment.

"Yeah, Elsie's back, but your still with Honey." Cal paused. "Do you still...love her?" He questioned, gently. Ethan looked at his brother, almost in anger.

"No! God, no she...I mean, she left me, and I'm with Honey. I love Honey." He tells himself and Cal, almost as if he was trying to convince his mind the same thing.

"Right." Cal paused, a silence going across the two. However, it didn't last long, before he stood up, patting his hands to his knees. "I'm getting a drink. Are you joining me?" He asked, gently.

"No. I'm gonna go, get an early night." Ethan replied, sighing gently. Cal patted his shoulder, before trecking off, hoping to return home with a light head, and a girl on his arm.

When Ethan was left alone, he continued to listen to his mind, to the previous thought which had inflicted him. He loved Honey, of course he did! Honey was his girlfriend, whereas Elsie...

There wasn't a spark, when he kissed Honey again. Honey loved him, and Ethan cared deeply, but there wasn't a spark. It was just a mouth on mouth. It wasn't the same.

Ethan Hardy could work out the trickiest problems, and save a man's heart.

But he couldn't fix his. And for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to cry.


AN - I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD.

I'm not even going to start apologising for disappearing for a while. Four Months, I know. I'm afraid things came up, which I would rather not discuss. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the reviving of this story, and hope you continue to read! I'll start responding to comments in the next chapter.

3 - Jodie Rose