A/N: HELLO. I'm not sure about this chapter, so sorry if it's crap. Thanks as always to everyone who has read and reviewed :)

In answer to guest reviewer's questions - I have no idea if there is a Scottish element to Serena's family. It's just what I've written in a couple of stories. This story, however, is nothing to do with anyone being Scottish or otherwise. It's about what, up until a couple of years ago, stood in the area involved.

Sarah x

Jac's head turned when she saw Serena stalk impatiently back onto the ward, and smirked to herself when she went into Mrs. Munro's room. She had known even Serena Campbell could be successfully guilt tripped. If truth be told, Jac was quite curious. Serena had never mentioned – to her, anyway – anything about her life before Holby. Not even Edward, and he was downstairs presumably driving her mad, for Christ's sake.

She hadn't had any reason to, but now an element of the child who became the woman was on the ward, and Jac could see a difference in Serena. Towards this woman she was unfailingly respectful and yet impudent at the same time. The Serena Campbell who walked onto this ward earlier was changed, and Jac wanted to know why.

Jonny stood behind her as she stared into the room, watching with intent as Serena sat down next to Jan Munro and started talking to her; it was clear Mrs. Munro was in charge from the way Serena respectfully let her speak for longer than she allowed anyone else, even her own mother.

As annoyed as she currently was with Jonny, there was something she needed to know and he was the one who could answer her question. "How old are you in Primary Six in Scotland?" she asked him.

"Um, usually nine going on ten," he replied. "Why?"

Jac tried to imagine a nine-year-old Serena Campbell, and it wasn't going well. The unsaid consensus among many was that the woman had been dropped here by aliens one night, or else developed in a lab specifically to force junior doctors grow a spine, willing or otherwise. The likes of Harry Tressler, Gemma Wilde and Arthur Digby could surely vouch for that last theory.

"No reason," she lied. She wandered into Mrs. Munro's room with a guise of checking her meds.

"You should have told me when Mrs. Socha's funeral was," Serena said lightly. "I would have gone."
Mrs. Munro laughed slightly. "There hasn't been one, Serena."

Serena laughed incredulously. "You can't be telling me that old bat is still kicking about."

"Oh, yes. Ninety-seven and still as mad as a box of frogs." Serena was smiling, but it was tinged with a strange glazed look in her eyes, like she was knocked for six. "Oh, yes," Mrs. Munro repeated, clearly reminiscing about the woman in question. She was old and ill, but Jac could see a glimpse of the woman Serena had once known – strong, kind, intelligent and passionate. The embers remained as the fire started to slowly die, leaving the evidence of the life that burned.

"Christ," Serena sighed. "I remember being in her class in Primary Five. She was off her head!" she laughed. "Used to sit and tell us 'The Cat and the Canary' and us all eight and nine years old. Freaked one of the boys out, too. His eyes were like dinner plates."

Mrs. Munro let out a weak chuckle; she was definitely fading, and Jac couldn't help but think she wasn't going to make it out of here. She looked like she was just waiting.

"You know, I'm so proud of what you've achieved, Serena," Mrs. Munro said unexpectedly. "I always said you would make a good life for yourself, despite everything. Your stubborn determination doesn't allow for failure."

Jac watched as Serena's expression changed into one of a haunted woman whose ghosts were circling her. She cleared her throat and decided to rescue Serena - "Ms. Campbell? A word, please?" Serena darted to her feet with an expression of slight relief, barely visible behind the mask Jac was seeing crack. Outside the door, Jac said, "I didn't realise you'd feel so uncomfortable. If you want to go..."

"No, it's OK," Serena smiled, her face quite pained now that she wasn't having to hide it in front of their patient. "I'm here now, aren't I? And like you said, she doesn't have anyone else. Husband's dead and her son lives in Canada."

Jac stared at her for a moment. "OK. What school did you go to in Scotland then?" she asked, both to show an interest and get some information as to what was going on.

"Craigo Primary," Serena reluctantly replied. "It's outside Montrose. I was there from Primary Four until halfway through Primary Seven, therefore I arrived there at the age of seven and stayed until I was eleven. Does that answer your questions?"

Jac was slightly taken aback by Serena's direct and borderline angry answer. She wasn't usually like this; she wasn't usually so on edge, like she was protecting herself. Jac had never seen the older woman like this before, and she wasn't sure she was a great fan of this side to Serena. The look in her eyes was so defensive it was almost frightening. The dark brown was marred by an unusual darkness Jac had never seen before.

Jac just gave a slight nod and let her colleague return to the patient. She dragged her body over to the nurses' station and sat down, seeing through the blinds that Serena was wearing a forced smile. Jac didn't like this. She didn't like it one bit; she couldn't help but think this was hurting Serena more than she let on, and that it wasn't an at all welcome reappearance in her life. On the surface she looked happy enough but Jac couldn't let herself buy into that, knowing all too well what could lie beneath the surface of a person who smiled.

"What's eatin' ya, Naylor?" Mo's voice asked happily.

Jac turned to face her; she hesitated in telling Mo, not wanting to break Serena's confidence, but it was worrying her now. "Why would a family move from the south of England to the north-east of Scotland for three and a bit years just to move back to Surrey again? What's there that would make them move all that way and then back again a few years later?"

"Dunno," Mo sighed. "Why?"

Jac stared through the blinds for a moment longer. "No reason."

Mo shrugged. "Jonny might know."

"I doubt it."

"Suit yourself."

Frustrated, Jac hit the shift key on the computer with unnecessary force. Not knowing was a hatred of hers, because it left no room for preparation, which left no room for a safety net when everything inevitably blew up in someone's face. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to find the truth. Maybe it was because that bond was no normal teacher-pupil bond. It was stronger than that.

The problem was that Serena wasn't outwardly showing any signs of being hurt or lost, other than her snappy retorts, though half the hospital would probably decide she was just hungover. There was nothing for Jac to actually call her out on, because she only saw it when she looked closely.

"Jac," a man's voice called out to her. "Serena still here?" It was Edward – if Serena was hungover then he was obviously dying.

"No," Jac instinctively lied. She didn't know why she did it; it was a stupid thing to do, considering she had seen and spoken to Serena, who could bee see through the blinds. But Edward was too hungover to even look and seemed to take her word for it. She would have asked him what she asked Mo – he may even have known what went on – but she didn't want to risk being caught out on her lie.

He turned and walked away, and Jac was left wondering why the man was looking for his ex-wife. It crossed her mind that he had heard Mrs. Munro was here, knew who she was and that was his subtle way of asking if Serena had been up here sniffing around. Jac knew Serena well enough to know she would only tell him to leave her alone, because, in case he didn't realise, a divorce meant her life was not his concern. She could just hear it in her mind as she looked over at Serena again.

Jac opened the search engine on the computer and searched for what Serena had said – Craigo. There wasn't much information available, just that it was an old village. She opened the maps and searched for it; it was on the border between Angus and Aberdeenshire. What an odd place for a family to move to. There was nothing there. The nearest town – Montrose – was five miles away. There was only a primary school, a few houses, a river and an old railway station.

"They've got a slot in Radiology for Mrs. Munro in half an hour," Zosia March informed her; Jac turned and nodded as Zosia peered into the screen. "Planning a holiday, Miss Naylor?" she asked.

"No," Jac retorted sharply. She wasn't in the mood for Zosia's arrogance today; she was determined to find out what was going on with Serena, and if Zosia was going to hinder her efforts she would be told in no uncertain terms where to go.

"Craigo," Zosia persisted; Jac heard the curiosity in her voice. "That's up in Scotland, isn't it?"

"Yes." Jac glared at her for sitting down next to her. F1s were not her favourite breed of human beings, and in particular, this one annoyed her. The approach the young doctor often took was questionable at best, and the lack of respect she showed for Elliot, Mo and even Jonny really quite irritating. But, realising Zosia could offer a fresh perspective where Mo had just shrugged her shoulders, Jac asked her, "Can you think of any reason a family would have moved there in the 1970s?"

"Not really," Zosia admitted. "It's not exactly thriving."

"I'd noticed," Jac snapped. "But there must be a reason. Is there an industry around that area?"

"It's quite near the coast so there's all that stuff. And there's a maltings in Hillside," Zosia explained. How did she know the area?

Jac thought on it for a moment. Serena's family weren't the labouring kind. That much seemed obvious to her, but she could have been mistaken. Serena was very much an academic – fishing and engineering weren't her thing, and it wouldn't have been her mother's either. Jac knew nothing of her father, though, so for all she knew, he could have been out at sea or running a malting plant. But she couldn't see it, really. There would have been shops and stuff in Montrose, but again, Jac couldn't see it being their type of thing. The nearest hospitals would have been the infirmary in Montrose, or Ninewells in Dundee. She knew that much. She didn't even know if medicine ran in Serena's family.

"Wouldn't have been their thing. I would have thought they were more likely to be in medicine or university education or something," Jac explained.

"Well, there's the hospitals and universities in Aberdeen and Dundee, but I can't see why they would choose to live there. There are plenty of villages far closer." Just then, a look of realisation crossed her face. "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Zoom out a little," Zosia commanded. With a glare for her tone Jac obeyed, showing more of the area. To the north lay Marykirk, and to the south lay Hillside. Zosia's finger pointed out one landmark. "Sunnyside." Jac said nothing, waiting for an explanation. "It was a psychiatric hospital. They closed it in 2011 and moved all the patients to a new unit at Stracathro. Up until that point, it was the oldest mental hospital in Scotland."

"So you think one of this lot worked in this Sunnyside Hospital?" Jac quizzed, seeing that Zosia was quite clued up not only about the future of psychiatry, but its history too. "As a psychiatrist?" It did fit, Jac internally admitted. It was the sort of thing that Jac would have thought plausible in Serena's family. It would also explain why they lived there; it was only just down the road.

Zosia shrugged. "Just a thought." With that she walked away, leaving Jac, yet again, with more questions than answers about the situation in the next room.

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