Six months later…

"Susan? What are you still doing here?" Kerry found Susan bent over an arm laceration, suturing.

"Just finishing up." She smiled as she cut the nylon thread.

"I thought you were off half an hour ago."

"I was." Susan turned back to her patient, "Come back in ten days to have them removed." Then she followed Kerry back to admittance. "I'm waiting on some results so I figured I'd make myself useful while I'm here."

"Okay." Kerry relented, "But take it easy. Mark has no qualms yelling at me when you work too hard." Her eyes wandered to Susan's stomach.

Susan laughed, "I'm fine. Oh, Frank, have any messages come for me?"

"Nope."

Susan exhaled a little impatiently. "If anyone calls then you need to come get me." She demanded pointedly.

"Sure." He wasn't really listening.

"Frank!"

"What?" he looked up from the computer impatiently.

"If anyone calls. Find me. I'm serious."

"Yeah. Okay."

Paramedics burst through the ambulance bay doors with their usual alacrity and laden gurney.

"What have we got?" Susan gave up on Frank and sidled up to the gurney with slightly less pace than usual, only just keeping up as they arrived in trauma one.

Kerry watched her concerned. They were understaffed and this patient would undoubtedly benefit from Susan's assistance.

"I'm fine." Susan caught her glare and continued intubating.

"You're lucky it's your last shift." Kerry couldn't help but smile. She'd had Susan off trauma as much as possible for a fortnight. But the woman was stubborn.

"Dr Lewis." Frank poked his head into the trauma room, knowing this wasn't the usual procedure and expecting Kerry to blow him up well and good.

They all ignored him.

"Dr Lewis." He tried again.

She looked up, her hands more than busy. "What?"

"Oncology called."

"And?"

"They said they'd fax what you asked for."

Susan was called back to what she was doing, but in the middle of orders and labs she returned to Frank: "bring the fax in when it comes."

He knew it was about Mark. Everyone did. It had to be. "Any faxes arrived?" he yelled as he bee lined for the fax machine.

"I dunno." Jerry shrugged.

Frank saw the sheets come through as he approached and tore them from the machine, running back to trauma one.

"What is it?" Jerry followed.

Frank stopped inside the trauma room. The patient's heart was flat lining.

Kerry was pumping on the guys chest.

"Charge to three hundred." Susan held the paddles out in front of her and brought them down on the patient's chest, as Kerry stepped back. "Clear!"

"Got a pulse." Kerry exhaled relieved.

Susan put the paddles back on the crash cart. "What does it say?" she asked exhausted, but still working away on her patient. He wasn't out of the woods yet.

"Um…" Frank looked at the first sheet and read out a couple of figures

"Kerry, can you tell me what it says?" Susan couldn't hide the anxiety in her voice.

Kerry took the fax paper from Frank and skimmed over the pages.

"What does it say?"

"It's good…" Kerry was grinning, "The tumour is shrinking, the diagnosis is good."

Susan looked up totally overwhelmed.

"This guy has a tumour?" Pratt asked. Everyone ignored him.

"Go." Kerry laughed.

Susan pushed past the confused Pratt and took the papers Kerry held out to her.

"We're fine here, go." Kerry took over the patient with an irremovable smile while Susan tore off gloves and gown, and did her best to run to the elevator.

The doors were closing as she got there. "Hold the elevator!"

Elizabeth stepped forward to hold the door open.

"Thanks." Susan puffed, leaning back on the wall inside, laughing as the door shut, skimming the tattered fax paper in her hot little hand.

"You okay?" Elizabeth smiled, somewhat bewildered.

"Yeah." Susan answered distracted then looked up, coming to the end of the printed results. "Good news." She grinned.

"About Mark?"

Susan nodded as the doors opened.

"Let us know." Elizabeth called as the pregnant woman moved with remarkable speed down the all-too-familiar halls.

Susan stopped outside Mark's door but only considered catching her breath for a moment.

He stood up as she entered. Her face gave away what she knew. Her eyes wide and sparkling, mouth open, stunned and silently laughing as she stepped into a rough and tight embrace.

But only for a moment before he pried her back to kiss her well and good.

Her laugh faded as she kissed him back.

"They want check ups every two weeks but…" he grinned, running out of words.

He dared hope. There was nothing to say.

"Let's have that honeymoon." She suggested almost meekly.

His smile broke open again, spreading across his face, then hers. He nodded and took a deep controlled breath, just looking at her until he laughed. "I never really thought I'd..."

"Everyone kept saying, 'miracles do happen', but…"

A million nothings were flying through his head and all he could do was grin at her, "Two weeks – lets get a cabin on the lake somewhere and just…"

She nodded, tears spilling over as she covered her mouth with one hand. It was beginning to sink in. This fight wasn't over – but they had time. No forever, but maybe years. And that was years more than they'd had only a couple of weeks ago.

He gathered her back into his arms, one hand dropping affectionately to her belly as he kissed her hair.