Once again thank you guys for sticking with me. I find it hard to check my own work for spelling and grammar errors so i apologise if they still appear. I am loving writing for Jac but the scriptwriters do such a fantastic job it's a hard act to follow! I am also not going to make this an easy ride for the two of them, so I hope none of you Janny fans end up hating me for some of the later chapters! Anyway hope you guys are enjoying this. As before anything in italics is thoughts.

Jac woke up before her alarm to find Jonny still with his arms wrapped around her.

How is it already 7am? I could happily stay her with this amazing man for the rest of my life. Part of me can't quite believe I ever slept with a nurse once let alone actually formed a relationship with him! But I wouldn't change Jonny for the world.

Jonny was woken by the alarm a few minutes later. He wriggled slightly before realising that he couldn't feel his left arm. Jac had clearly rolled over in the night to be held in his arms, but in the process had cut of the blood supply to one of them. Jac realising, what he was moaning about, quickly slid to one side allowing Jonny's arm to be freed. Now much more comfortable, Jonny pulled Jac back into his arms and placed light kisses in her hair.

"Well how are you this feeling on this fine morning Miss Naylor"

"Seriously!" Jac groaned

"What?"

"How are you this awake at 7am?"

"I am like a Duracell bunny, ready and raring to go"

"Funny" Jac retaliated sarcastically before being able to hold back a sweet giggle.

"Hang on, did Jac Naylor just laugh? At something I said?" "Come on, admit it. You find my funny!"

"You are hilarious, are you happy now?"

"You have no idea"

"Don't you need to get up Jonny, can't be late or your bitch of a boss will have a go at you again"

"I never said she was a bitch!" he said rolling over a placing his lips to hers. "She has certainly been a lot nicer to me recently, some say it's because she has an amazing new boyfriend"

"I've been nice?! Well that's going to have to change; people will think I am going soft"

"Being nice to people isn't a bad thing Jac. I find I am the only one to know this side of you, the relaxed happy Jac, not Jac the ice-queen cardiothoracic consultant"

"But people don't like me"

"That's because they do not know the real you like I do"

"Past experience"

"Come on Jac you cannot play that game with me! I was in care too"

"You cannot compare the two. My mother left me and moved to India and told me my granddad was dead"

"That does not been I don't understand what you went through, we are more alike than you think"

"You just don't understand nobody ever has, that is how I ended up in care!" Jac muttered as she walked off to take a shower.

How could she think that I don't understand? We are more similar than Jac would like to think or ever admit to herself. I know exactly how the care system works. The constant feeling of not being enough for someone and that just being you means that you are unwanted. The joy of thinking someone has taken you from all this madness only to be let down again by yet another family and be back to square one, in a home with 20 other unwanted children who nobody cares for.

All these thoughts were running through Jonny's mind as he lay on the bed starring up at the ceiling. Jac had stormed off to take a shower and he didn't really see the need to get up. Before he knew it 7:20. He decided he better get up and make some breakfast for Jac and himself. Their relationship had not been the smoothest, no relationship ever is, but Jonny knew that this could not go on and the air needed to be cleared before work if there was any hope of keeping their personal problems off the ward. In an effort to build bridges the Scottish nurse grabbed some eggs and bacon before filling the kettle and flicking the switch.

Meanwhile Jac was taking a long hot shower. She had always done this as her method of washing away all the troubles and forgetting that the rest of the world around her existed. For as long as she could remember it had been like this: her sanctuary where she could not be judged.

He doesn't understand me at all! Nobody ever has. He likes to think he does. Truth is I am just a waste of space and I knew this from the moment my own mother didn't even want to be a part of my life. I don't know of any other mother who would go to the effort of moving to the other side of the world just to avoid having their daughter in their life. I want him to understand I really do. I was always told as a child that talking to someone would help but psychologists are a waste of time. Jonny is the only person who I would talk to but I do not find it easy to just tell people how I feel.

Jac shut off the water and pulled on her favourite dressing gown. From the top of the stairs she could smell the bacon that Jonny had clearly been making while she was in the bathroom. Jac continued on her path towards the kitchen being careful not to trip over the mass of post at the bottom. She collected the bundle and slowly pushed open the kitchen door to reveal Jonny with plates of breakfast sat at the counter.

"Breakfast is served"

"You did this for me?"

"Well I can't eat all of this by myself can I?!"

How can he be so nice to me? I am a bitch, everybody knows it.

Jac's conscience took over, as if her personality and what she knew was right were in conflict.

Jac you need to realise what is right in front of you. Of course he may not completely understand but he wants to. For the first time in your life someone has cared enough to think about how you feel and try to work you out.

"I'm sorry"

Jonny was shocked. "Wait, I didn't quite catch that; you will need to repeat it"

"You heard me Jonathon"

They both laughed in unison.

"So am I forgiven for being a bitch again?"

"Of course. How could I not forgive you? But I do wish you would tell me what really goes through that head of yours. I want to understand you and what makes you tick"

"Nobody has ever taken such an interest in my life before; I just find it hard to express my feeling to other people. I have always been judged in the past"

"You know you can tell me anything, I will not judge you."

"So what would you like to know?"

"Anything and everything about you, start from the beginning"

"Ok, so Jacqueline Marie Naylor age 35. I grew with my mum in an albeit dysfunctional family until I was 12. Looking back on it now we may not have been the typical family but for the most part I assumed what we had was normal. My mum was not the best of mums, she never paid attention to how I was doing at school or at home. Unsurprisingly she never bothered to attended a single parents evening throughout my time at primary school. I was being bullied everyday but never had anyone to talk to about it. You see Jonny, everyone just thinks I am strange and not worth the effort. When I got to senior school everything changed. On the morning after my 12th birthday I work up and realised I was all alone. I guess to this day that is the reason that I have been scared to share my life with anyone. I always think that when I wake up in the morning they will just not be there and I will feel that sense of abandonment all over again."

Jonny took his hand from under the table and placed in gently on top of hers before giving her the indication to continue.

"The memories of that day still stand out in my mind. I went downstairs and found a note on the countertop which just said that my mum was sorry and that she would be better off without me. And despite everything she had done to me previously I had never thought that I would be better off without her. Every young girl needs their mum but I guess I was such a terrible daughter that she just didn't want to know me. I have always put up this front of not caring about anyone but truly people do hurt me and I am not the heartless person everyone thinks I am. This technique is just something I developed when I was in care to stop the other kids from feeling sorry for me. I have always hated pity. While all this was going on in the children's home I was still being bullied at school. I lost count of the amount of times I went hungry at lunchtime because one of the older kids in my year had taken my lunch money yet again. To get around all this I focussed all of the remaining energy I had into my studies. From a very young age I always knew that I wanted to become a doctor, the reason why is simple; other people are always easier to fix."

Jonny finally realised quite how much he still had to learn about this amazing woman. He genuinely thought he knew her well, and compared to most he did. But not anybody could say they actually understood Jac fully.

"I think I went on a bit, but that's the thing you see. Once start I just get so worked up by everything that has happened in my life that I will just keep going. It's all or nothing."

"It's fine Jac, I said I wanted to understand you and now at least I think I am a few steps closer to being there, now come on we really need to leave for work now"

With that Jonny cleared away the 2 plates while Jac went to brush her teach and retrieve her coat from the wardrobe. Jonny followed her up a few minutes later and did the same. Moments later they reconvened in the hallway of Jacs flat before bracing themselves for not only the bitterly cold winter weather but the long day ahead.

I am going to leave it there as not only do I think I owe you guys a chapter after this long but also I want work to be a separate chapter as I feel like I should include some of the medical side too. Don't worry though there will definitely be more of these 2 as well as some of Darwins other famous faces.

Until next time, Becky xx