A/N: Hello again. This is a bit of an odd chapter and it's probably slightly too long, but oh well. Thanks again to everyone who has read and reviewed so far!

Sarah x

Serena sat in the front passenger seat of the car with a sigh. It had gone from snowing to extremely hard frost overnight. "I thought you were joking when you said you were going to drive," Hanssen said from the back.

"I did warn you," smirked Jac, pushing the seat back a bit to fit her bump behind the steering wheel. Hanssen sighed, and Serena watched Jonny glare at him; he was sticking to his guns over all this, and she was touched he wanted to fight her corner, but she didn't want anyone thinking she was too weak to do it for herself.

"Point taken," he muttered. Serena exchanged a quiet smile with Jac, knowing she was punishing him for his behaviour. She wished they would all just let it go; she had every intention of dealing with this situation. She knew she could do just about anything she properly set her mind to, and that included raising another child, with or without Henrik.

She started the car and Serena groaned when the outside temperature on the dash read to be -19°C. Lovely. It was actually colder than a freezer. Even through her gloves, hat, scarf, cardigan and coat, she could feel it sting her skin. Her face was going numb as well; she couldn't feel her nose.

It was all going fine until they found themselves in the heart of Dundee, Jac having taken only one wrong turn and ended up on the wrong side of the city. Jonny was trying to help her rectify it but it wasn't going well, and Jac was just getting stressed about it. "Just take the bus lane," Jonny advised her when they somehow ended up on the Meadowside turn off.

"You can't do that!" Jac protested, seemingly outraged by the suggestion.

"It'll take you back onto the Kingsway," he promised.

"If I get that far without getting pulled over!" she argued.

"It's Dundee! There'll be more cars in the bus lane than bloody buses!" he assured her. Serena sighed and switched the radio on.

"...all students of Dundee and Angus College are advised of the following," the news reader announced. "Those who work and study in the construction workshops on the Arbroath campus and motor vehicle, welding, engineering and construction departments on the Kingsway campus are advised that these departments are out of action for today as temperatures indoors in both workshops and classrooms have been deemed too cold for study. All apprentices are to go to their work placement if possible, or else engage in personal study. If in doubt whether to attend college, please contact the main reception or your EIP tutor. Meanwhile, Rosemount Primary School is closed to all pupils and staff due to several burst pipes. Andover Primary School is closed to all staff and pupils as there is currently no heating. Carmyllie Primary School is closed to all staff and pupils as it is currently inaccessible due to extremely icy road conditions. Carnoustie High School is closed to pupils who use buses to attend school but all pupils who can safely get to school are to do so..."

"That's a lot of happy kids," Jonny laughed.

"And a lot of parents stuck for childcare," Hanssen added, and Serena had to roll her eyes. Why did he have to see the downside to everything, all the time?

"Never mind the bloody kids!" Jac shouted. "Where do I go?" Serena looked around her, and saw immediately what was confusing Jac. There were three lanes, and it was impossible to understand which one to take. And it was too late now anyway. They were rapidly approaching the bridge, and that was the one route she knew they shouldn't have taken.

Even Serena started to panic slightly as they drove onto the bridge. "Oh, brilliant, Miss Naylor," Hanssen snapped. "You're taking us to Fife."

"It's OK," Jonny said quickly, and Serena noticed him glare at Hanssen when she looked in the mirror at them. "There's a circle at each end for a reason," he explained. "You're not the first and you definitely won't be last the last. Somebody else'll do it in half an hour's time, probably."

"The fact she's not the only person who has done it does not make it any more an intelligent thing to do, and neither does the fortunate coincidence that there is an easy way back into the city," Hanssen said. As much as she wanted to try and keep the peace, Hanssen's attitude was getting on her nerves. Whatever crap he was feeling, it wasn't Jac's fault. It wasn't Jonny's fault. It was not Serena's fault. It was Hanssen's fault, but he seemed to want to blame the whole world for his own actions.

Serena turned around and stared him in the face. "If you've not got anything nice to say, Henrik, keep your trap shut."

"As you wish, Ms. Campbell," he replied stonily. She closed her eyes for a moment and reigned her temper in; the temptation to jump over that seat and beat some sense into him was enormous. "You had better turn around in case Miss Naylor manages to crash as well as getting lost. We wouldn't want your spawn in danger."

Serena's mouth fell open in shock. She had never, ever, in all the time she'd known him, heard anything so venomous leave his mouth before. She glanced at Jonny – he looked like he wanted to knock Hanssen's head off his shoulders for that comment. "If you ever speak to me like that again," Serena growled at him, "I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?"

She hadn't wanted to lose her cool but he had pushed her one step too far. He could insult her if he wanted, but talking about her children like that, both born and unborn, and especially when one of them was his, was something she would not stand for. She hadn't allowed it from Edward when he was drunk and she wasn't going to allow it from Hanssen.

He said nothing, and she knew better than to expect an apology, so she turned around and listened to the radio as Jac found her way back into Dundee. Why was he being like this? It was a baby, not a bomb. A baby could do him no real harm, except perhaps make him feel something that was intense and involuntary. But that was what he was needing anyway. It was high time he learned to love without restraint and without fear. She wasn't going to hurt him, at least not intentionally, and neither was his child. It wasn't fair on any of the three of them.

"Right, we'll get you back on the Kingsway," Jonny announced cheerily. Serena had to applaud him for keeping the morale up, despite his obvious annoyance. She knew he could have easily swung for Hanssen for the last thing he had said.

"Pitkerro Road?" Jac asked after about ten minutes. "This isn't right, is it?"

"Oh, for crying out loud," Hanssen muttered. "Miss Naylor, if you are incapable of navigating then please find a safe place to pull over and allow me to drive." Serena closed her eyes and silently counted to ten. She was going to kill him. Two days ago he had been relaxed and pleasant and now he was acting like a complete moron.

"I am perfectly capable, thank you!" Jac snapped. She went over another roundabout, and the look on Jonny's face told Serena even he did know where he was going now. Jac took a right turn. "Whitfield," she said. "We're on Whitfield Drive." She turned again, and read the sign. "Whitfield Avenue. I take it they call this place Whitfield then," she grumbled. "And it's a dead end. Fabulous."

Serena grinned at the sarcasm in her voice as Jac did a three-point turn and headed back the way she came. She came off a roundabout at Lothian Crescent and then down Summerfield Avenue. "Whitfield Parish Church," she read. "Drumgeith Road," she said the junction. Serena remembered suddenly this was where they had taken a wrong turn before while trying to find Douglas.

"Turn right," Serena ordered her. Jac glanced around. "Trust me. It takes you to Douglas Road, because I went left last time and ended up on the wrong road."

"OK," Jac said, taking a deep breath. "OK." She turned and they soon found themselves on the Kingsway once more, and Jonny was able to give Jac the right directions to Ninewells. They were to be in the ED today, and Serena was sure it was going to be manic.

To her surprise, when they stepped into the ED, they were met by the islander, Mr. MacEachainn once more. Serena hadn't even opened the envelope he had left for her, too distracted by her thoughts of her family, her partner and her pregnancy. "Ah, Serena," he said, and she smiled at him when he shook her hand warmly. "How lovely to see you again. I'm afraid Mrs. Carnegie is stuck for childcare today – her daughter's school has been shut – so I shall cover things down here today. Now," he addressed the four of them. "I cleared this with our Clinical Director, so if you feel like getting stuck in, please feel free. We're short on staff today, as you can imagine."

"Of course," Serena smiled. "Where can I start?"

"Mrs. Iona Murray," he said, guiding her to a bed. "I'd like you and Mr. Hanssen to attend to her. Nineteen-year-old mechanic, just had an accident at work." On the bed sat a girl in a navy blue boilersuit, with a boy sat at her bedside. "Waiting on bloods and an x-ray. Suspected broken leg."

"OK," Serena smiled, and Mr. MacEachainn walked away to guide Jac and Jonny to a patient. "So," she smiled at Iona. "What happened here?"

"The roof on the garage leaks and it froze overnight," the girl explained. "I slipped off the ramp when I was gettin' round from the driver's side door to the engine bay 'cause there was ice on the ramp. It wasn't that high 'cause the ramp was only half up but I landed funny on my leg." Her accent was thick but she was making an effort to help Serena understand her, for which she was grateful.

"Ah," Serena said.

"You shouldn't've been up there in the first place," grumbled the young man next to her, taking Iona's hand in his.

"And you are?" Hanssen demanded shortly.

"Macauley, Iona's husband. That OK wi' you, pal?" he retorted, and Serena smirked as Hanssen fell silent. It was a very young age to be married, but Serena knew what it was like to be young and in love. Iona's face drained white and Serena noticed before either of the men did.

"Is there any pain, anywhere other than your leg?" Serena asked, rubbing alcohol gel into her hands. Iona touched her abdomen and Serena felt where she said the pain was.

Iona said, "It's no' that bad."

"Henrik, get me an ultrasound, will you?" she asked him; she didn't even look at him before she added to Iona, "When you fell, did you fall on any objects on the floor? Spanners, ratchets, sockets, anything like that?"

"I'd only just started. Floor was clear," she explained. There was no bruising and little tenderness, and no evidence that she had been struck or fallen on anything other than the floor. Hanssen returned with the ultrasound scanner and Iona seemed startled, pushing her dark brown fringe out of her eyes. "What's up?"

"Just keep calm," Serena replied. "This will be cold." She started scanning and called Hanssen over when she saw what was causing the discomfort. "Do you see what I see?" she asked him. He nodded curtly.

Macauley piped up impatiently, "Just spit it oot, will ye?!"

"There's nothing wrong as such," Serena began. "But you do happen to be pregnant."

"You're kiddin'," Iona protested.

"Nope," Serena smiled. She turned the monitor to let her see, and watched as the young woman's face broke into a smile and Macauley took her hand in both of his, kissing it gently. "I can't see any problems but I will get someone from obs and gynae to come and have a look."

She glanced at Hanssen, his face unreadable, and realised that this young couple, who were going to have many hurdles along the way in the form of work, finance, maturity and inexperience, were happier to be expecting a baby than Hanssen was. It wasn't right. These two were not even out of their teens yet and they were so obviously over the moon, despite the work problems it may cause for a young woman who worked as a mechanic. They loved each other and Serena had no doubt they would find a way around the problems, because they would work as a team.

With a slightly sad smile at Hanssen, she walked away when there was nothing more at the moment she could do for her patient, only to be intercepted by Mr. MacEachainn. "Would you like me to show you around the department?" he asked her, and she felt uncomfortable with the amount of attention he was giving her.

She had an idea of how to put him off and she replied, "Hmm. I'm pregnant. With his child," she said, pointing at Hanssen, who was still with Iona. "Still interested?" Mr. MacEachainn said nothing but the look on his face was priceless. "Thought not," she smirked. She walked away with the satisfaction that she had put the two men who hassled her the most back in their respective corners.

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