Sorry it's taken so long to update, hopefully this is okay though. As always please R&R xx

It was the end of their shift and Jac was changing out of her scrubs and into the only clothes that were fitting her at the moment; an oversized hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. Mo walked in just as Jac had finished and she look Jac up and down. "You had better be wearing something nicer than that later."

"Why?" Jac frowned. In all honesty she really couldn't care less about what Mo's family though about her. "It's not that big a deal"

"Jac, it is a big deal to my family. At least try and put on something nice. I know how hard it is to find nice clothes that fit, but there is something's that look alright."

Jac rolled her eyes and picked up her bag, leaving Mo alone in the room without answering her. She went to the lift and waited for it to arrive after pressing the button to call it to Darwin. As it opened, she was glad to see few people were in it, less chance of conversation with some over excited nurse who wouldn't stop going on about tree decorations and tinsel.

She leaned against the side of the lift as it travelled between floors as she was extremely tired from working all night. As she waited for the lift to finally arrive down at reception so she could leave, there were brief conversations, most of which she listened into. They were all people just wishing others a good Christmas , and talking about their plans for the holidays. Of course no-one spoke to her, as they all knew that Jac Naylor didn't do Christmas or families, or really engage in conversation outside of work. When the lift finally arrived at the floor she stepped out and left the building.

She stood in the doorway of the hospital, waiting for her taxi that was to take her home. As usual, they were late. She sensed someone behind her and she turned around, coming face-to-face with Mo.

"What do you want?"

"Why are you waiting out here for? It's freezing, you'll catch a death"

Jac rolled her eyes. "I'm waiting for my taxi to come if you must know."

Mo didn't really understand why Jac needed a taxi to take her home, probably some rule Jonny had put in place to keep her 'safe' as he liked to put it, not that Jac was a bad driver. "I could take you if you wanted."

Jac frowned and looked at Mo, unsure of why she was being so kind. "What's in it for you?"

"What do you mean? Why do I have to get anything out of it?"

"Well..." she trailed off, realising how bad this would sound. Mo watched her, waiting for some response. "What's the point in doing something if you don't get something out of it?"

"You really are unbelievable you know," she answered shaking her head. She got a confused look from Jac and decided to drop it. "Anyway, do you want a lift or not?"

Jac sighed and reluctantly agreed. She walked with Mo in silence to the space where her car was parked. Mo unlocked it and Jac climbed in the passenger side and waiting while Mo got in and started the engine. As soon as the car had been started, Jac turned the heater right up to full and leant back a little in the chair, suddenly feeling very tired.

As soon as they had pulled out of the car park and were driving along the main road, Mo pushed the button which turned the radio on and began to hum along to Christmas tunes which were blaring out the speakers, at what Jac seemed as, full volume. She opened her eyes and reached forward to turn it off, which went un noticed by Mo, who continued to hum for several seconds after.

"Hey, I was listening to that."

"Yes, and I didn't want to"

"You do realise that it is Christmas. And this evening at mine you are going to have to feel some sort of Christmas spirit, and sing along with the rest of us."

"I don't have to do anything, actually."

"Jac, it's Christmas, where is your sense of fun and joy."

"Hibernating."

"Yeah, well it always seems to be hibernating if you ask me"

"Well I didn't."

They were silent the rest of the way to Jac's. No conversation, no radio and no humming. Around 15 minutes later Mo had the car stopped outside Jac's apartment and she was making her way up to her front door. Mo rolled the window down and yelled out.

"Don't forget, be at mine by 3, and if possible try not to make my family disheartened by your lack of spirit."

This caused Jac to flick up her middle finger in the direction of the car, before closing the front door and sighing. After stepping over the cluster of Christmas cards she had left by the front door, she kicked of her shoes and put her bag on one if the hooks in the hallway. She went to her room and, after slipping off her coat, climbed into bed without changing and fell asleep almost instantly, forgetting about the events which would be taking place this evening.

Mo drove the rest of the way home with the radio on full volume and was shouting out Christmas songs, not singing them like any normal festive person was. She pulled up in her drive, just as her favourite song finished and turned off the engine. She walked to her front door, which was unlocked, something which worried her even though her mother had previously told her she would arrive at an early hour to start with the making of Christmas dinner. Mo walked into the kitchen and was relieved when she remembered her mother had told her she would be coming.

"Hey mum"

"Hey, just thought I'd start early with everything. Then you can get a rest if you want, before tonight. That pregnant friends of yours still coming?"

"Yes, Jac is still coming, why?"

"Jac, isn't that a guy's name" she asked frowning." And no reason, just wondering how many we have for definite."

Mo sighed. "Yes mum, it is a guys name, but her name isn't actually Jac, that's just what everyone calls her. Like everyone calls me Mo, but my name is Maureen, see."

Her mum nodded, and Mo walked over to her side and looked over her shoulder at what she was making. She reached over and stuck her finger in the cream that was being whisked. Her mum hit it away and Mo licked the cream off.

"Who many times have I told you not to do that?"

"How many times have I done it?" She grinned and walked off in the direction of the stairs to go to her bedroom. She was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before everyone started to arrive, as she was well aware that tonight she probably wouldn't be able to sleep that well, with relatives in every room ad being drunk out of her mind. That's what Christmas was about when your adult, isn't it?

I got serious writers block while writing this part, so, again, I am extremely sorry for how long it took to upload this chapter. I also haven't had much time as I have been with my friend who has just had her baby! Please review, and I was also thinking of a new one-shot between Jac and Rachel (Sacha's daughter), what do you think? Anyway, enough of me rambling on... bye xx