Hi! This is my first fanfiction, I began writing it halfway through the first lockdown so it fits just after the break over the summer, however it is non-canon. Enjoy and please review to let me know if you are enjoying it/how it could improve!
Connie
A knock came at the door, and through the narrow window, Connie could make out the defining muscles of Jacob.
'Come in!' Connie called, smiling to herself like a schoolgirl. Sure enough, Jacob stood in the doorway, a folder in his hand.
'The files you asked for, Mrs Beauchamp.' He placed them on the corner of her desk and stood like a puppy, waiting for approval from his mistress.
'Thank you, Nurse Masters,' Connie replied, mimicking his formality. At this, the two burst into laughter.
Jacob shut the door and stopped laughing. Connie wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, suddenly aware of the silence between them.
'Jacob I re-' she tried, but he lunged forward and kissed her before she could finish. Not soft and gentle, but hungry and intense. Connie kissed him back and they sat on her glass desk for what seemed like hours. When they had to come back up for air, Jacob held her. After the events of the past year: her assault, the following addiction, and being held hostage in Resus, Connie felt safe for the first time in a while. She allowed herself to close her eyes, soothed by the steady rise and fall of Jacob's muscular chest.
Eventually, they had to let go. Lev had walked into the ED with another patient, where Dylan was waiting for their arrival. Even from the warmth of her office, Connie shivered at Lev's icy glare directed to Dylan and wondered what on earth could have happened between them. Faith had not spoken to Dylan very much for weeks, except if it related to a shared patient. Even then, her usual cheerfulness was gone, the politeness clearly forced. But she had had enough drama of late, Connie decided, and she wasn't going to get herself involved in anymore. Although, if things worsened it would be her obligation to, as Clinical Lead.
'I hate not being with you. I miss you so much, Connie,' Jacob's voice was soft now. He held his hand on the door as if he wasn't quite sure whether or not he wanted to run away, and Connie had to smile. He was as afraid of her saying no as he was excited about her saying yes.
'Jacob, we've been through this. I have Grace and I can't choose between you two. I'm enough of a failure of a mother as it is, and I don't want to upset her.'
Connie knew she was making excuses. In reality, she still loved him. She loved how kind he was, how selfless and generous and charming and funny he was. Disappointment flashed across Jacob's face, followed by resignation. It killed Connie to hurt him like that.
Before she could think any further, she flew across the room and launched herself at him. Jacob took his hand off the door long enough to lock it before he was pulled over to Connie's desk once more.