Chapter One- Sickness in the Morning
Nearly a month had now passed since Jac had played cupid for the two Darwin team members. Both of them were grateful for her quite conniving plan that had finally got them together; but they still couldn't believe that she had gone to the extent of making up a job vacancy in Edinburgh. All done just to push Ollie into making his love for Zosia known. What would have happened if she had gone through with leaving Holby!? Well, Jac would have probably just yelled at them until they admitted their feelings for one another anyway and then slipped it into casual conversation that the job never existed. All in her usual dead pan tone as if making such things up are completely the norm.
In the time since, Ollie's and Zosia's relationship had gone from strength to strength. Ollie had finally let his guard down and was starting to show that he wasn't completely bereft of people skills as Zosia originally thought and that he was capable of showing emotion. The Junior Doctor had practically moved in with the Darwin Registrar, staying at his most nights.
Evidence of her frequent sleepovers was rapidly appearing all over his house, he couldn't believe how messy she was. Bits of her research and files spread all over the living room. A growing heap of her clothing on the chair in his room. Oh and a fast depleting stash of breakfast cereal, he may have to start taking what Arthur said about weighing it seriously!
They had been going to work together hand in hand as they entered the Darwin Ward each day. That was not the case today.
Ollie made his way into the locker room feeling lonely and a bit guilty that he had left Zosia back at home feeling really ill. She had spent most of the morning with her head in a bucket, curled up on the sofa with a blanket and a stack of DVDs on her to do list.
"Right so where's the other half of 'Zollie' Valentine? I have lots of delightful things lined up for her in theatre that basically, I just don't want to do." Jac quizzed as Ollie walked over to the main station of Darwin alone.
"She rang in this morning; did the message not get passed onto you? Swear that Receptionist is on their own little planet" Ollie muttered.
"I know of no such message, so go on then what's up with her?" She asked only half listening with her head in a folder of patients notes.
"Probably a sickness bug, she has being throwing up all morning."
"You had better not have knocked her up already Valentine!" She turned to face him so she could witness his reaction.
"We have been together barely a month, so what do you think?" Ollie responds with a blush on his cheeks, but a slightly angered look.
"Well I wouldn't put it passed you Valentine; remember I know what you have been like in the past. Unless you have learnt from your stupidity or are you secretly saying you haven't even slept with her yet?" She pauses trying to gauge his expression but he isn't giving anything away.
"Wow if that's the case then you really have changed, actually I take that back I am not at all surprised. You would still be dancing around each other like little children if I hadn't of stepped in, and I draw the line at interfering in 'that' department." She said laughing as she walked off to insult her next patient.
He couldn't let that stand.
"Ms Naylor" Ollie shouted after her, she halted and turned to face him.
"I haven't changed quite that much, so actually I had best nip to the chemist at some point, you know, on behalf of my lovely girlfriend." He said with a smirk on his face.
"And The Valentine is back" she replied shaking her head and walking back up to him. "That is why I did what I did. Both you and Zosia are like new people now you are together. I was fed up of you moping about and everyone on my ward having to tippy-toe around your feelings."
"Tippy-toe around me?! What about you? That poor guy over there" he nods over to a patient. "All he wants to do is give you a beautiful flower made out of balloons to show appreciation that you saved his life, and what do you do? Go rampaging over there with a pin!" He gestures, doing an impression of her murdering every balloon in sight.
"Shut up Valentine it has nothing to do with you!"
"Well then if we are being picky... my relationship with Zosh had nothing to do with you either but that didn't stop you, did it? Interference I suppose I do actually appreciate. But what I would really like to know is... how can you not like balloons? That is like not liking fun" He smiles and then his expression changes to a 'damn I probably shouldn't have said that to Jac Naylor, she doesn't know the word 'fun' exists.
"They are pointless."
"You will have to do better than that!" He says smirking.
Oh that's it; she well and truly begins her rant "Fine if it will get rid of you. I hate balloons. They remind me of endless miserable parties at the home when I was a kid. With some creep in a clown costume singing The Birdie Song, while the birthday child would blow out the candles on a stale cake and wish they had parents who would buy them a decent present. Is that good enough for you?"
"Sorry Jac I didn't think."
"You never do Valentine, you never do." She wanders off before he can say anymore.
He suddenly feels worried that this wouldn't be the last of that little interaction. She wouldn't let him have the upper hand. Her revenge is likely on the cards.