A/N: This is probably pretty crap because I've been writing it in the middle of what may well be the worst week I've had in a good few years. So I apologise it's hopeless. Thanks, as usual, to everyone who reads and reviews!

Sarah x

Jonny watched as Hanssen walked away from him, his face unfeeling even after getting an insult thrown at him for the treatment of his pregnant partner. They somehow ended up in the living room, Hanssen sitting on the sofa and Jonny leaning against the wall. He stared at the floor door a few moments and resisted the urge to go over there and physically shake some proper emotion into the man.

Jonny looked up to see Hanssen believing his own lies. He knew the could Swede felt something for Serena. "Has anybody ever told you you can be a right arsehole?" Jonny demanded, his polite manner nothing less than sheer sarcasm.

"It's been mentioned."

"No much bloody wonder! If this is how you treat the people you love, I'd hate to be your enemy," he informed Hanssen. The hurt that flashed in his eyes didn't bother Jonny. He needed a talking to over this.

Hanssen looked up at him. "Who mentioned anything about love? She is brash, she is very much above her station and she is unobservant in anything that doesn't involve numbers or a scalpel."

"That's not fair."

"It is more than fair," Hanssen snapped. "Ms. Campbell is a doctor, not to mention the fact she is already a mother. She should have realised before now."

Jonny was astounded, and angry that Hanssen was looking at things like this. "I'm sorry, but do you realise how bloody hard that woman works?!" he demanded of the icy man who was currently, in essence, freeing himself of any responsibility. It was selfish, and it was cruel, and Jonny struggled to comprehend how Hanssen's conscience allowed it. The way he was treating Serena's situation, with cold contempt, was something Jonny could neither understand nor justify. "She spends half her life running around the hospital fixing other people and the other half at home trying to fix her family. She has more to think about than just her own biology. How can you be like this?!"

Hanssen was not looking at him, and it annoyed Jonny. There was nothing more frustrating than speaking to someone who would not look him in the eye. "I don't want to get involved." Jonny had always known Hanssen was a cold man, pretty much the opposite of quick-tempered, passionate and often loud Serena Campbell, but he had always thought the man's heart was a good one until now.

"You're already involved," Jonny pointed out. "And she's not Ms. Campbell. She's Serena. You're a bit beyond the point of office names, don't you think?"

"Oh, just be quiet, Nurse Maconie!" Hanssen protested.

"No." Hanssen looked around; it seemed that being disobeyed was something foreign to him. That had to be part of his problem. He had got himself so used to getting his own way by his own means that when people denied him and rebelled against him, he struggled to deal with it. Was this how he saw Serena's pregnancy? A rebellion?

Hanssen stood up and Jonny immediately regained his full height, even though he was the shorter of the two, though he was far broader and burlier than Hanssen was. He blocked the door. "Move," Hanssen ordered him.

"Where are you going?" Jonny asked, although he had a feeling of what the plan was.

"I'm going to get a train home. I'll walk to Muirdrum and get a bus to Dundee, where I can get a train. I'll leave you all the car and you can complete your trip while I return to Holby."

"The hell you are," Jonny retorted. "You can't just walk away from your pregnant girlfriend," he exclaimed at Hanssen.

"Watch me," he retorted. He had never seen him so defiant, or so cruel. He wasn't a cruel man. Usually. Jonny had seen kindness in Hanssen before now, so he couldn't understand what was driving him to desert those who tried to love him. "Move," he commanded again, but Jonny stood tall in the doorway. If he could do anything about it, Hanssen wasn't getting out of his responsibility, if not as a father then as a partner, because, whether she intended to follow through with her pregnancy or not, Serena was going to need him to be a man.

Hanssen's usually non-existent temper was rising rapidly, and Jonny was slightly wary, because he had never seen the full extent of his temper. He had seen flashes of a human being when he had opened up to Serena, argued with Serena and kissed Serena. Serena brought out his humanity, in all its madness and glory. "Don't be stupid," Jonny cautioned him.

"Move," he repeated for a third time.

"No!"

"I mean it. Don't think I won't go through you."

"Go on then."

Hanssen's blood pressure was clearly through the roof, and he looked like he was in physical pain. Maybe his elusive headache had returned. Or maybe that was him trying to keep a lid on his temper.

"I'm warning you," growled Hanssen. His temper was just below the skin and Jonny saw the danger in his eyes. He was about to lose it. But Jonny would not back down.

"And I'm warning you."

"Fuck off!" Hanssen shouted; that took Jonny by surprise. He came across as the most polite man on the planet and he had just cursed at the top of his voice. But Jonny could only smile cynically, shake his head and take a daring step towards him. It was a shock when the force of a solid fist collided with his jaw, knocking him backwards into the lobby wall. He tasted blood in his mouth when the inside of his cheek hit his teeth, and his bottom lip split.

"What on Earth is going on?!" Serena's shout echoed through the hall. Jonny looked up and wiped his lip with the back of his hand, only to find his skin stained red with blood. "You two could wake the dead!"

Jonny met Serena's gaze as she stood in the doorway of his and Jac's bedroom, and he silently apologised for shouting if it was bothering her. "He's gonna walk out on you," Jonny said with a glare at Hanssen, who stood silent and frozen in the aftermath of the slip of his control.

"He can do what he wants," Serena announced clearly; Jac soon approached behind Serena, a look of confusion and enlightenment crossing her face simultaneously. "For all the help Edward gave me, I've raised Eleanor as a single mother. I can do it again." Jonny quietly admired her strength of will and mind, and he realised that perhaps Serena could settle this. "I don't need Henrik. I want him. I can live perfectly fine without him, but I would prefer to live with him. His child will be perfectly fine without him, but better with his presence. But it's up to him. If he wants to run away then let him. He's only running from himself." Her gaze turned to Hanssen, whom she had not looked at during the entire time she had spoken until now. "You can run all you want, but you'll never outrun yourself, Henrik."

Jonny stared at Hanssen. All the Swede said was, "I can and I will."

That annoyed Jonny yet again. All he was doing was leaving a kid without a dad, and he had no doubt that, if the man put his mind to it, Hanssen would make a damn good dad. "Are you soft in the head or something?" Jonny demanded through the pain and blood in his mouth. "Have you listened to a word I've said?!"

"It's after two in the morning," Jac grumbled. "Will you just all get to bed?"

Jonny did not reply, holding his stare against Hanssen's. "Would you mind clearing the hall, Nurse Maconie?" Hanssen asked, his politeness extreme.

"Yes, I would mind, actually," Jonny retorted. This was where he had an advantage over Hanssen. He was intent on making him do what he – and the rest of the world – know was right but what Hanssen was failing to see. "If it means you're going to be a coward and walk out on Serena and your baby, then yes, I mind."

"Really?" Hanssen snapped. There was the pale whiteness of physical pain in his face once more, and Jonny could only assume that his headache had returned. The biggest problem now, however, that it was not lengthening the short fuse Hanssen had quickly developed, and it was only making him volatile.

"One more word and I'm driving tomorrow morning!" Jac threatened. As much as he didn't fancy the idea of being passenger to a pregnant Jac Naylor in Dundee in the winter weather, he was willing to temporarily sacrifice his sanity in the car to stop the madness occurring right there in front of him.

"Yes, really," Jonny answered.

"Right, that's it settled!" Jac said over them. "I'm driving. I'm going back to bed. Try and refrain from murdering each other. Not really in the mood for cleaning up a bloodbath." She turned away and Jonny knew she was serious about the punishment of her driving.

"Go to bed," Jonny advised. "Sleep on it. You're not going to get a train or a bus at two in the morning anyway." Hanssen said nothing but pushed past him and disappeared into his bedroom. "Unbelievable," Jonny shook his head. "You OK?" he asked Serena. She nodded and took him into his bedroom.

"I'll clean that up for you," said Serena, pointing at his face. She disappeared and he heard her filling the kettle to boil water completely clean to tend to his wounds.

"This is mad," Jonny sighed.

"Hanssen's scared," Jac said from the bed, and Jonny sat next to her. "I mean, of course, being scared is no excuse for abandoning your kid. But I get it. Having such a strong bond with anyone terrifies him because once it's there, it's irreversible."

Jac's insight was quite wise, though her opinion surprised Jonny, given what she had told him of her experience with parents who abandoned their children. "She's going to need him."

Jac snorted and said, "Serena doesn't need him. She wants him in her life, like she said, but she can live without."

"I just don't want him to hurt her," Jonny admitted quietly, his mouth still painful and lip still bleeding.

"My, my," she laughed. "Are you trying to tell me Serena Campbell has grown on you?!"

"Maybe," he smiled. "She's not as bad as she wants us to think."

The conversation quickly ended when Serena entered the room with cotton wool, a hand towel, TCP and boiled water, and she sat next to Jonny. "This might-"

"It's gonna sting like buggery," Jonny supplied for her. "I know." She smiled and soaked cotton wool in TCP and he winced as she dabbed at his lip with it, the taste and smell burning his throat. She soaked another piece in hot water and washed it out, repeating the procedure with the cut on his cheek. "Is it deep?"

"No," she assured him. "No, it'll be fine."

Relieved that a trip to minor injuries was not called for, Jonny was able to relax a bit; he still wanted to go through there and knock some sense into Hanssen, but he was proud of himself for keeping his hands to himself and not walloping the fool back. Ten years ago Hanssen would have come out of that far worse off than he himself would have.

"So much for Henrik behaving himself," Serena muttered, patting his face dry. "Are your teeth OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Jonny wondered briefly what her first musing actually meant but figured it was too ridiculous a time to ponder upon these things. "He'll come round," he said.

"No, he won't," Serena contradicted him with a sad smile. "When Henrik Hanssen makes up his mind, his mind is made up." She stood up and collected the waste and surplus of her supplies. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he and Jac said in unison; Serena turned out the light and shut the door behind her, leaving Jonny to crawl back into bed. As Jac leaned her head against his chest and quickly fell back asleep, Jonny was left wondering what was going to happen. He heard Serena enter her bedroom as his own consciousness wavered, and he noted that she had not slept in the spare room, despite Hanssen's attitude. She was a strange woman but, now she was showing her true colours, he couldn't help but be impressed by her mature mindset. She wasn't going to try and change Hanssen, even if it was what he needed, because she knew it was a futile waste of her time and her energy.

Jonny, however, was still unhappy with Hanssen's attitude. He hadn't even given the idea of parenthood any thought before he informed Serena it was not his problem. That wasn't fair. It was his child as much as hers. He only hoped he would be a better father to his daughter than that.

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