Extreme Takeover, Holby Edition

Their parents ran the hospital during their life, and now that they're older, it's their turn.

Pairings are Jac/Joseph, Maddy/Linden, Connie/Sam, Diane/Ric and Chrissie/Olly.

I know I shouldn't be starting a new fic, but couldn't help myself. Expect a lot of new Holby fics, I had a random inspiration wave that went too far, now have 10 different new fic ideas. Watch this space.

AAU...

The doors of AAU thrashed open, a patient being wheeled rapidly, heading directly for the operating theatre.

There to greet them was Finlay, immediately assisting with the transition into theatre.

'What do we have?' he asked.

'25 year old male, stab wounds to the abdomen, pulse is thready and BP about to hit the floor,' replied Erin.

'Right then sis,' replied Finlay, opening the doors to theatre. 'You fancy scrubbing in?'

'You know me too well bro,' she replied with a smile, going to scrub in.

As the monitors beeped steadily for the moment, Finlay and Erin took the opportunity to scrub in and glove up, making them sterile for the procedure.

Then the chorus of beeps to show the decline in the patient, his heart rate plummeting.

'Okay,' said Erin, picking up a scalpel. 'May I?'

'Be my guest,' he said as she made a long incision in the patient's abdomen.

Retracting the wound so it was open, both Erin and Finlay were hit in the eye by spurting blood.

'Argh!' yelled Erin. 'Fin, you got suction? Coz I'm making a guess that this guy needs it.'

'Got it,' he said calmly. 'Dear God, I can't see a thing.'

'Well duh big bro,' she replied sarcastically. 'There's a lot of blood. More suction.'

The machines still beeped erratically.

'We're losing him!' yelled Erin. 'Can I have a 2.0 pro lean please?'

'Yup,' replied her brother, passing her the instrument.

'It looks like the bleed is coming from the kidney. Pretty straightforward really, I'll just put a few stitches in there and with a bit of luck it will hold,' she said with a jolly tone to her voice.

'A bit of luck?' asked Finlay with an amused voice.

'Well I specialise in getting lucky,' replied Erin with a grin. 'Mum taught me.'

'She also taught you how to drink,' stated Finlay.

'Finn,' whinged Erin. 'I like to have a good time, I do not have a drinking problem!'

'Okay, okay, okay,' said Finlay as the patient stabilised. Looking over, he said, 'Well done sis, you've done it.'

'Well, lucky me,' she remarked. 'I will just close up and we will get him into the ICU.'

'Yes we shall,' replied Finlay, handing her the relative instruments.

Once the patient was out of theatre and in the ICU, a breathless Erin and Finlay came out of theatre.

'Next time sis, remember who's the boss, and the older brother,' he said warningly.

'Next time, bro,' she replied. 'Remember who the better surgeon is.'

As they walked through the doors, Finlay said, 'Hey Erin.'

She turned around to face him.

'You might want to open both the doors,' he said with a laugh.

'And why would that be?' she asked coolly.

'Because your head is so big, I don't think it will fit,' he replied.

'You did not just go there!' she replied.

'Bet your life,' he remarked back at her.

Juliet, walking through the other door, said, 'Oh gosh, sibling rivalry again?'

'Indeed,' replied Finlay.

'At least you don't have to work with your siblings,' complained Erin.

'And why do you think I chose AAU?' asked Juliet. 'I'm not stupid. Olivia is all drive, ambition and CT like Mum and Aunt Connie, Harry's only doing GS to be a rebel, and Chris is too busy running this place to work directly with. And I can help people here.'

Huffing, Erin said, 'Well, I doubt that Cassie and Tay have the same problem, or Grace and Mason.'

'Cassie and Tay are on equal footing, and Tay's too busy with divorce number 3, so at the moment, Cassie's running the show. And Grace and Mason have the same problems, because Mason has to deal with his big sister being his boss,' said Juliet, reminding them.

'Right,' said Erin.

'Speaking of Cassie,' said Finlay. 'I'm going to go and ring her to see how she and the kids are doing on her day off.'

'Aww, send my niece and nephew a hug,' said Erin.

'Will do,' he said, leaving the room and finding his office.

In his office, he found Adelaide sitting at his desk on the phone.

'Isla, listen to me, I don't care if the boy is cute or smart or funny, you are 14 years old, so you will not stay out until the early hours to go on a date with him!' she yelled. 'Why am I being so overprotective? Because I met your father when I was 14 and ended up pregnant by him at 15, giving birth to you at 16! Don't be naive Isla, we both know what boys their age want! I will get your nan to talk to you, or one of your aunts, because I cannot deal with you anymore!'

Slamming the phone down, she turned her attention to Finlay.

'Sorry Fin, Isla's going through a boy crazy phase,' said Adelaide apologetically.

'No worries Adi,' he said brightly. 'And if you want anyone to put her into line, I'd say Diane. She can be harsh but fair, and won't encourage Isla like your mother or my mother would.'

'Good point,' she said, leaving the room.

Sighing, he sat down at his desk and picked up the phone, dialling his home number.

'Hey sweetheart,' he replied. 'How's the day off going? Oh dear, Tilly and Leo giving you trouble? Put them on. Matilda Diane Madeline Cullen, and yes I'm using your full name for a reason, you stop annoying your mother with winding up your brother, and Leo Eric Linden Cullen, I don't care if your sister is annoying you, you do not hit her! And neither of you hit back! You understand me? Now go and do whatever 10 and 11 year olds do, without wrecking the house and annoying your mother! Anyway Cassie, I'll have to love you and leave you my dear, my pager's just gone off. Love you. Bye.'