HEYY! Thank you for all the reviews and I am sorry that this chapter won't be very long because I just haven't had the time. AND ROSIE MARCEL IS PREGNANT I am sooo happy for her, although, and this might be a little selfish, she will leave holby for a long time. Please review I hope you like this chapter.

"I know and I'm sorry, I don't know what was going through my head. When Emma comes home with me when she is better, I want to you home with me too for permanent. We don't have to be together and you can have your own bedroom. I just what us all together?" he asked cautiously, looking up to Jac. Her head snapped up immediately, she was speechless, she was having trouble getting grasp of the complex situation. How could a simple closed question be so…..not simple?

Although her face didn't show any emotion, in fact the message Jonny was getting loud and clear was a big fat no, Jac was actually contemplating agreeing. This could be the start of what she had always dreamed of, ever since her mother left her with no one to love and love her and not a thing to her name. A family. A group of people who would forever be by her side, which would care for her and she would care for in return. And maybe she and Jonny could be together again, as a couple. This time next year engaged or even married! But who would want to be with her?

She was going to say yes when the word got caught in her thought; she thought of Emma. She thought of what everyone had ever said to her: she was poison, she would produce the anti-Christ, and she is so cold they doubt she would even love her own child. No, she was sure she could do this with Jonny; with his help. But her barriers went up once again; she couldn't be hurt any more. She wouldn't be hurt anymore. She couldn't afford to, she was scared that if she did then that would be the end of the line for her.

"I mean it when I say she is better off without me" Jac spoke quietly and she turned to leave. If she didn't get out that room, she wasn't sure what she would do next, she just wanted to leap into his arms and exclaim to him her joy about what he had just said.

"SHE'S NOT!" Jonny yelled, lunging forward and grabbing her arm before she made her escape.

"She is not better off without you" he said lowering his voice now he had her attention "that is just something that I cruelly drilled into you head when you were vulnerable. She needs you"

"Why would she need me?" her voice was stern but wobbly

"Well, what about when she's older. When she is having boy troubles or needs her first bra or something. What about when she just wants a chat with someone who would understand her. God forbid, but I don't think I am the one she would want in the room when she has her own baby, do you?" Jonny argued with no hesitation, pulling her closer with every sentence. "You are strong, intelligent and so passionate at what you do. Having you to influence her… there is no point in me even attempting to tell you how proud I would be of you and her" he spoke softly to her. He began to slowly, gently stroke down her arm and to her hand, lovingly taking it in his. But that was it for Jac; she flinched away. The contact between them was starting to become unbearable never mind him trying to engulf her hand in his own. All the memories flooding into her mind and swirling around causing as much emotional havoc as a tidal wave an f5 hurricane combining together would make rampaging through a city of porcelain.

"What makes you think that I'm so strong?" she asked incuriously, building a dam to halt her tears in their tracks.

"Well, apart from our own experiences, I can't believe you're still here. If everything is true about Joseph and Allen Cloo-"the dam tumbled down and the emotions were suddenly released inside her. Coursing through her body and as sharp as knifes. Jonny stopped speaking seeing the change in her body language. She looked away as another salty tear dripped from her eye. Jonny looked at her, studying her.

"So they are true" he muttered under his breath. He notice Jac beginning to shake and so changed the subject to make it easier on her part, no matter how much he wanted her to share her painful memories with him. A problem shared is a problem halved after all, so why can't a nightmare shared be a fear halved.

"You look tired, weren't you on call last night?" he made his voice sound more casual.

"Yes, I was supposed to go home after that op but then Emma…" she let her voice trail off, trying to hide all her emotions once again.

"Why don't you go and have a little sleep in the on-call room?" Jonny instructed sternly but kept his voice soft.

"No, I don't want anything to happen and then me to be asleep" she explained, suddenly all her exhaustion catching up with her.

"Fine, I'll come with you, and if anything happens I can wake you up quickly" he stated determined or her to get some rest. She still hadn't answered his question and in her sleep deprived state he didn't think she would be able to give it a serious think.

"Fine" she sighed, putting her hands up in surrender, too tired to argue with him. He started to usher Jac out of the room guiding her gently with his hands on her hips, making sure she could change her mind and turn back. As they entered the room, Jonny pulled back the covers enough for Jac to slide in. He receive a questioning look from Jac and a roll of her eyes but pushed her look to the back of his mind and just nodded to the bed unaffected. She climbed in and he caringly pulled the covers up to her shoulders, as he had done with Emma last night and sat back in the chair next to the tall lamp. He turned the light down, but not off, bathing the room in an ocean of warm gold you would imagine to be given off in the most glorious of sunsets.

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