Tato Pototoe: It was probably one of my favourite chapters to write. Thank you for the review.

I'm not a Jacob and Connie shipper at all, but I couldn't get this idea out of my mind.


The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 97.

Connie sat at home, on one of her rare days off. She was ill and the clinical lead was never ill, Zoe was taking over her duties for the day, something which she was unhappy about as that was the reason she'd given up clinical lead, her life was admin, paperwork and she never got to see her friends.

There was a knock at the door. "Mrs Beachump, it's Jacob "

Connie grooaned, ever since she had brought him back to her house, he had been like a bee swanning around her looking for his honey and his honey happened to be her. She dragged one of the blankets off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her before she stood up and walked in to the hallway, taking the lock off the door.

Jacob stood, holding a carrier bag.

"what are you doing here?" Connie asked, she was tempted to shut the door in his face.

"I've come to see you, sweet cheeks " He told her.

Connie sighed but stepped aside to let him in.

Jacob went through to the kitchen and started getting the ingredients out of the bag and got a knife out of the draw to cut up the ingredients to put them in the blender.

Pouring the drink in to a glass, he held it out for Connie to try.

The clinical lead took a sip and then sat down on one of the stools.

"Well, sweet cheeks?"

"Don't call me that " She hissed, even ill, she never let her icy demeanour slip and she was determined to not be seen as weak.

Jacob chuckled, Mrs B was like a wild animal protecting herself from bring hurt but nobody hurt her and got away with it.

Arching an eyebrow at him, she slid off the stool and placed the empty glass down beside the sink.

Jacob chuckled as he followed her in to the living room. Connie picked up the remote and clicked on the TV, shutting her eyes as Disney's "Let It Go!" Come bleating out, it had been Grace's favourite movie and when Connie missed her, she put it on, it made her close to her daughter.

She wondered what Jacob thought of her now, but then, she decided, she didn't care.

Jacob simply held his his hand out and they went upstairs.

She hated to admit it, but she quite liked having someone to hold and to look after her when she was ill.


Quite short, but I liked writing it, considering I've only written Connie a few times and that was my first attempt at writing Jacob.