Tenfangirl, do not panic, I too thought that storyline awful, Frederik was an interesting character which I think they could have played around with a bit more and used him to help explore both his and Henrik's deeper characters, to have him suddenly come in out of nowhere and shoot the place down was weird, and I think lazy writing. Frederik should be in this fic for while I think (I haven't got that far yet XD)

Enjoy.

Tabby approached gingerly, seemingly waiting for acceptance of her appearance from the gentleman sat up in bed surrounded by folders; on seeing her stood away from his bedside, a friendly smile on her lips and a file clutched to her chest, he lowered his glasses in invitation for her to approach.
"I haven't got a clue." He shook his head, indicating to the research he'd strewn out over himself.
"About what exactly?" She asked stepping towards his bedside.
"What procedure to go for, I mean who am I to choose my medical path, you're the experts aren't you? Why can't you choose?" He threw his hands up and let them flop back onto the bed.
Tabby furrowed her brow in sympathy, "We can do any of these procedures in this hospital today, since it's your body it's therefore your decision, I can only advise, all I wanted was for you to have a better understanding of the procedures so you can make an informed decision." She explained.
He shrugged, "But I don't know what to choose." He gazed, defeated, at the papers around him.
"I can answer any questions you have, I can explain anything you want me to, you could even tell me to bugger off and get a second opinion; what would you like me to do?"

He removed his glasses and folded them, "I want you to decide, you know what you're more capable of doing, you understand my body better than I do, I think you can make a better decision than me." He stared up awaiting her reply.
She thought for a moment, "Ok, given what we were talking about earlier, I'd like to keep it simple, nothing experimental, just tried and tested despite the recovery time."
He narrowed his eyes, "Which is…?"
"The Laproscopic Nissen Fundoplication. You might already understand that there is valve at the bottom of your gullet which allows food to pass down but stops stomach acid from coming up, in your case this valve is weak and not functioning correctly. This procedure involves making a few small incisions into your abdomen to insert laproscopic surgical tools, then we will wrap the top part of the stomach around the bottom of your gullet, where your weak valve is, and this should help to tighten and support the valve."
"Simple as that?" Mr Roland side glanced her.
"Simple as that." She smiled, "Afterwards you may experience some trouble swallowing, you might need to start taking smaller bites, chewing food for longer, eating slower, but it shouldn't be too long before you're back to normal."
Mr Roland began to chuckle, "Tell you what, Doc, sign me up."
Tabby's smile morphed to a grin, "Nurse Matthews, may you bring Mr Roland some consent forms." She turned back to her patient who was now wiping away some laughter tears, "I'll give Mr Hanssen a shout and we should be up and running." She left shaking her head and chuckling to herself.

He spotted the curly haired nurse clicking around on the computer at the staff desk. He took a breath and strode over.
"Hello, I'm wondering if you could help me, I'm not quite sure where I'm going." He pulled out his staff ID card and allowed Lofty to look it over.
Realisation grew on his face as he read the name, "Ah, yes, we've placed you in Wet Lab 1, I can show you if you like?" He handed back the card.
The man held up his hand, "Thank you, but I'm terrible with directions, I'd like to find my own way if that's ok? I'll remember better then." He explained with a coy smile.
"No problem." Lofty agreed with a hint of confusion.
As the tall, suited fellow spun on his heel and headed down the corridor Lofty furrowed his brow before continuing with his task.

Tabby concentrated heavily, her tongue curled at the corner of her mouth, her strongly intent gaze on the human tissue in front of her. Suddenly she spotted movement in her peripheral and paused her actions, furrowing her brow but not looking away from her work.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in here."
Finally she turned to the new voice at the doorway, "Oh, no, it's ok. Did you need this room?"
He shook his head, "I'm just here to set up, I can work around you or I can wait until you're finished? There's no rush."
"No, no, go ahead." She motioned for him to carry on.
He nodded and entered as inconspicuously as he could, "Thank you."

The gentleman began to set out some books on the worktop behind the young doctor.
"Shit!" He heard Tabby hiss.
He retreated from the desk and turned around, "My apologies, am I distracting you?"
"No, you're fine, I'm just struggling a bit here." She leaned down and studied her mistake carefully.
He leans over her shoulder, "Ah, a Nissen Fundoplication? May I suggest something?"
"By all means." She sat up, her eyes still focused on the task.
"If you perhaps go in from this angle, you might get better leverage on this piece, and the tissue should be stronger here." He pointed around the human stomach Tabby was practising on.
Tabby places her suturing needle at the area the man pointed to, "Here?" She questioned.
He gently took hold of her wrist and forearm and placed her where she should be, "Try more this way." He lets go, and watches as she continued, "That's it, nice and steady, now lever down on the right, that's it, perfect." he smiles.

Tabby finally turns to face him and smiles, their faces close, "Thank you very much."
"You're very welcome." He mirrored her expression, not moving away.
"So who might my stand-in tutor be?" She placed down her implements.
"John, Gaskell, Proffessor." He held out his hand.
Tabby pulled off her glove, "Tabitha, Rees, Doctor." She grinned shaking his hand.
"I've heard a lot about you, the teenage prodigy in the hospital."
Tabby giggled awkwardly, "I'm afraid I've heard nothing about you. You're new here?" She lowered herself from the high stool.
"Starting today." He admitted following her movements around the room.
She ripped off her plastic apron and opened the yellow bin, "Well you know how we celebrate first days here, it begins with P and ends in B and if this op goes as smoothly as your introduction just now, I'm buying!" She grinned.

He smirked, amused, "Excellent, it's a date." He winked.
Her eyes hit the floor, "I'm sorry to say I'm a taken woman I'm afraid." She revealed regretfully.
John then remembered, "Ah yes, you and Hanssen, how's that going?" He stood akimbo leaning on the central workstation.
She raised her eyebrows, "Good ye, I'm surprised how much you know already."
"Henrik and I are old college friends." He explained simply.
Tabby narrowed her eyes, "I had a suspicion. Anyway, I'll get out of your hair."
"It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Rees." He stood straight as she approached him.
"Likewise, Mr Gaskell." Despite her earlier warning, her voice was slightly husky.
"Oh, John, please."
"Very well, John; Tabby or Tabitha is fine by me too." She grabs her tray and leaves.

Tabby nearly collided with a tall sharp suit as her mission came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the basement corridor.
"I thought you rather liked me wearing tailored suits, but if you'd like me to accessorise with human organs all you need to do is ask."
"Hello, Henrik." Tabby huffed.
"How did it go?" He referred to the now successfully sutured stomach she held in her hands.
"Good, I think we're ready to go. So are you just here to check up on me?"
Henrik set his steely gaze on the basement wall, "No I was mainly here to greet our new arrival, who I believe you have already met?"
Tabby was just about to reply when…
"Henrik, it's so nice to see you again, how are you?" John leaned out of the doorway.
"John." Henrik greeted with a smile and slinked past Tabby to see his old chum.
She sighed and stared at the organ in the tray she was holding, "Mr Hanssen, I'm going to clean up and have a chat with Mr Roland." She informed.
Henrik glanced from John to Tabby then back to John, "Very well, John I'd like to introduce you to our team if you're not too busy."
"Certainly, I'd like that very much." John nodded and joined them up to the ward.

Henrik and John watched from the safety of the Keller staff desk as Tabby animatedly talked Mr Roland in detail through his procedure.
"I'd like to scrub in and observe if I may?" John side glanced his slightly taller companion.
"Oh?" Henrik didn't remove his gaze from his lover.
John took a moment to formulate his explanation, "Let's just say the jungle drums haven't been quiet."
"Very well then." Henrik agreed with a smirk of understanding. He perked up when Tabby turned to them and gave a nod as she and a nurse pulled up the safety rails and removed drips from the hangers, and unplugged tubes and wires from the wall and monitors.
"Mr Hanssen."
Just as Henrik went to follow the team out of the ward he halted and gave John a nod to leave without him before turning to the voice who'd interrupted him.
"Frederik?" He almost rolled his eyes.
"You're having Tabitha assist you on this procedure aren't you? I've heard wonderful things about her in surgery, I'd really like to see her in action properly." He looked hopeful.
Henrik narrowed his eyes, "You got to work with her this morning didn't you?" He questioned.
"I did, however I've also never witnessed a Fundoplication, all I'm asking is to observe, nothing more." Frederik requested, desperation lining his voice.
Henrik thought for a moment, "Very well, but you are to observe only." He warned before tagging along behind the troupe into theatre.

Tabby stood opposite Henrik on the other side of the table as he ran through his pre-incision checks. She focused intently on his steely eyes, his authoritative voice, and his attention to detail as he made sure each member of his surgical team understood the procedure exactly. He then locked onto Tabby's gaze, making flinch slightly.
"You're on the wrong side of the table aren't you, Miss Rees?"
She blinked, "Sorry?"
"As lead surgeon on this procedure shouldn't you be over here?" He raised an eyebrow.
She stared for a moment before silently turning and walking around the table to stand next to Henrik; he leaned down to her ear, "I will be right beside you every step." He whispered, given her the courage she needed.
Tabby took a deep breath, "Scalpal." She finally ordered and began to make the small incisions into the patients abdomen.

The two gentlemen were both keeping a keen eye on her actions, both nodding admiringly at her delicate work, her dexterity with her tools, and her concentration on the task at hand.
"That seems a bit stuck doesn't it? Let's give it a shot." Henrik murmured, he stepped behind Tabitha, his arms approached from either side of her, he took a gentle hold of her hands and began to guide her motions, whispering in her ear. Her back was warm where his body shrouded her, she felt his breath on her ear every time he explained his actions, his cheek stroked against hers as he watched the screen ahead of them, his hands expertly moved her own as they operated in tandem on this tricky section.
John watched with pure fascination at the couple's harmonious working practice; Frederik however narrowed his eyes, seemingly perturbed by their close working relationship, 'Can't they keep it in the bedroom?' He thought to himself.

Finally the stubborn tissue was released. Henrik's grip had loosened slightly but not entirely, he glanced down to his student as she gazed up to her mentor, both their eyes sparkling with surgical (and sexual) excitement. Tabby's heart was pounding, it was thrilling to lead such a surgery but to do it with Henrik was mind blowing. He gave her the nod to continue her work.

"That's an interesting technique." He commented, intrigued, as she reapplied the lesson from earlier, "Where did you learn that?" He enquired.
"Oh you know, substitute teachers often carry fresh new ideas." She smirked, not taking her eye off her task, "2-0 Ethibond please."
He raised his head knowingly, glancing across to his old college pal, who gave him a reassuring nod in reply.

"Very neat." John couldn't peel his eyes from the screen.
Henrik eyed the professor, "Impressed?"
"She sutures like a machine, Henrik, not a knot out of place, it's mesmerizing." John complimented.
Tabby glanced up, just in time to witness baby Hanssen rolling his eyes, she sniggered to herself and began to pull out the trocars.
As she began to close up Frederik stirred, "I need to be getting back to the ward, thank you very much for letting me observe, it's been a pleasure." He started to shuffle out quickly before daddy halted him.
"Leaving so soon Frederik?"
He gave his father a warning look, "I must get back to my patients." He explained determinedly.
"Very well, thank you for your time, I hope you learned something." Henrik gave his warning farewell before deliberately turning away and focusing on Tabby's skilful suturing prowess, leaving his son to scrub out in a slight huff.

"I believe the drinks are you then Tabitha." John grinned as they each busied themselves at the trough.
She grimaced, "Well, about that, when I said I was buying, I actually meant Henrik."
Poor Henrik's eyes shot up from the tap, "I was never informed of this."
"If I remember rightly wasn't dinner on me last time?" Her accusing expression morphed to a cheeky grin as they all began to chuckle.
"Very well, Albi's it is then." Henrik agreed.

"She's an asset to the team, no wonder you pushed her through her Bachelor's." John continued to move his objects into place in his new work area.
"She's come a long way from when I first met her." Henrik nodded.
"When did you decide to date?" John asked curiously.
Henrik's phone buzzed "If I remember rightly it was her birthday and we were at a conference in Malmo." He furrowed his brow as he saw the ID of his messenger.
"Sounds romantic." John smiled.
Henrik suddenly raised his eyebrows and gave an awkward cough.
John couldn't contain his curiosity and took a peek over Henrik's shoulder to see a photo of the topic of their conversation posed in front of a mirror; dressed in nothing but Henrik's crisp white shirt, sat on the end of a double bed, her legs wide open with her hand pulling down the shirt to teasingly cover up, yet enough buttons undone at the top to reveal her cleavage; finished off with a flirty caption of: Good choice of shirt for today, handsome ;) xxx.
John smirked and glanced at the crisp white shirt adorning his friend, "What a stunner." He complimented innocently before continuing with his tasks.
Henrik took a deep breath, "Yes." He agreed shortly placing his phone back into his suit pocket, a cheeky smile growing on his lips.

Henrik ordered the usual drinks, awaiting his plus one, when he heard a familiar giggle; he shifted his attention towards the door. They rounded the corner, one, a tall slim woman with silky, ginger tresses; the other appeared in a skimpy, figure-hugging black dress with contrast cream collar, her short brunette locks sexily tousled, her nude heels shaping her glossy legs; he couldn't take his eyes off her.
As they approached the bar Henrik couldn't hold in his smile, the girls paused their conversation to greet their lord and lover *cough* master. As Tabby reached up and threw her arms around her tall, Swedish man, Jac awkwardly averted her gaze.
"So, come on then, haven't you got the shots lined up yet, Henrik?" The fiery red-head asked cheekily.
"Er, no, but I have ordered a bottle of red so if you would like to join us with that you are more than welcome." Henrik invited.
"Thanks, but no thanks, I have the weekend off and Emma's with her daddy for the week so I will be hitting the hard stuff." She gave them a wave before finding her way to the other end of the bar.
Henrik gave his sideways nod of acceptance as he poured him and Tabby a glass of the good stuff.
Tabby took the glass eagerly with both hands, "I'd have said red wine was strong stuff, but each to their own." She shrugged, not taking her excited gaze off the ruby liquid as she lifted it to her lips and took an appreciative sip.

Henrik couldn't help himself but chuckle. His eyes stroked up and down her body, he bit his lip as he took in the outfit adorning his gorgeous lover. Finally he was busted, he was mid gaze on her slender legs when a soft hand interrupted his view, delicate fingers wrapped around his tie, and the slightly firm tug on it ordered his eyes to follow the arm up to the owner's flirtatious face.
"I'm up here, handsome." She winked.
"You look stunning." He explained himself pitifully.
She pulled herself upwards by his tie and placed her lips, as close as she could, to his ear, "You should see me later." She whispered huskily then retreated, biting her lip and giving a coy giggle.
Henrik gave her a warning expression before taking a sip of his wine, "You sent me a photo earlier." He stated, giving his famous 'tell-me-more' smile.
"I did." She grinned, averting her gaze.
"Very naughty." He whispered, "Is it the same shirt I'm currently wearing?" He raised an eyebrow.
Tabby shivered, she was in for a spanking later, "I may have been a bit bored while you were in the shower." She explained shyly.
"Bad girl." He husked, grinning.

"Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon." He picked up and eyed the bottle, catching the couple's attention, "May I join you." He held the bottle in question.
Henrik motioned in invitation, "By all means."
Once John had poured himself a glass the trio toasted.

From across the room a green eyed gaze watched from afar; he studied his father's hand resting on the young doctor's lower back, occasionally stroking over her arse; he dissected the interaction between the three medical professionals; then he settled his focus on his father's facial expressions, happy, joyful, and every time he looked down to his girlfriend his eyes seemed to sparkle. He felt his heart tear slightly, his dad had a new chapter to focus on so getting his approval was going to be tough, but he couldn't give up now, despite past events he missed him, he wanted to get to know him, and since splitting from his wife what did he have to lose?

'He's my dad.'