Elizabeth Atherton you poo. Check your phone, unless something insanely exciting is happening in which case I insist on a fully detailed recreation of it! But to the rest of you, whom I not blackmailing into reading this and are actually reading it of their own accord, hi! Having a nice holiday? Yeah? Great! No? Not so great, but, hey! It's Christmas!

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hannah the hobbit!

"I used to hate waking up." Lucie said sleepily, yawning widely. "Because I'd always have these brilliant dreams, where something exciting happened, or someone brilliant was there, or I was genuinely loved and then I'd wake up and be like 'oh, well'."

She rolled over in her double bed, the covers pulling slightly underneath Cal.

"Now I don't mind half as much, because suddenly, being awake is so much better than anything my brain could conjure up."

Cal smiled, his eyes barely open.

"You're such a sap." He teased. Lucie smiled softly, and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. The weight of her chest pressed against Cal's as she leant forwards.

"I know, right." She breathed, before leaning down and lightly pressing a delicate kiss on his lips. Cal's smile widened beneath the kiss, and he reached around the back of her head and returned it with a much greater passion. Lucie relaxed into his chest, letting herself melt away in his arms.

"So I'm forgiven, am I?" Cal teased, ruffling his hair with a towel. Lucie grinned in the mirror.

"You're too adorable to stay mad at." She replied sardonically. Cal leaned over her shoulder, gently planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Aren't I just?" He winked. Lucie laughed softly, turning sideways in the stood.

"Honestly, I've forgotten why I was mad at you." She admitted, with a laugh. Cal chuckled.

"Good, I might still have a head at the end of the day." He teased. Lucie flicked him with the damp towel she'd dumped on the floor.

"Don't push your luck!" She called, as she left her bedroom. "See you later!"

Slamming the door firmly behind her, Lucie whipped out her phone and checked the time. Surprisingly, she was actually early for once. She skipped- yes, actually proper full on 'I'm a delightful three year old girl who plays with glittery barbies, and doesn't set fire to them for fun' skipping- over to Ethan's door. She rapped a short tune out on the wood, humming happily under her breath. Ethan opened the door, frowning in puzzlement.

"Good morrow to you, good sir." Lucie bowed dramatically.

"You are in a worryingly good mood." He stated suspiciously. Lucie punched him lightly on the arm.

"Oi. It's not that rare." She retorted. "Anyway, you ready?"

Ethan grabbed a set of keys of a table and nodded, shutting his door, much more gently that Lucie had hers, as he stepped out. He grinned at her.

"Let's go." He gestured for her to go first, and the young doctor smirked up at him. She wandered down the corridor, a bounce in her step and chatting constantly to him about everything and everyone.

Lily caught sight of a very cheerful Lucie wandering in late with Ethan. Both of them were talking emphatically about something, Lily thought she heard the words 'Caleb Knight' mentioned a few times. Lucie threw back her head and laughed. Lily glared at the back of her head. As Ethan moved off, bidding her a good day, Lily strode up to the joyful black-haired doctor.

"One brother not enough for you?" She asked rudely. Lucie turned, still with the smile upon her face.

"Excuse me?" She laughed, good-naturedly. Lily's glower intensified.

"Not only do you have to run around with Dr Knight, but now Ethan too?" She snapped. "It's disgusting."

Lucie's good mood vanished in an instant.

"I don't know where the hell you that from." Lucie replied tetchily. "I might be a bit of a slut, but I'm not like that."

Lily sneered at her.

"Don't even bother." She interrupted condescendingly. "I saw you two last night, in his apartment."

Lucie frowned.

"He was setting up my bank account!" She retorted, angrily

"Why would he do that?" Lily practically shouted.

"Maybe because he's my friend?" Lucie screamed back. "Because you know some people have them, not that you'd know, little miss 'I'm far too superior and aloof to have such common things as friends'!"

Lucie slammed the door of the metal locker shut and stormed off, glaring over her shoulder.

Ethan glanced between Lucie and Lily, both talking to patients at the opposite end of the ward, backs to each other and shooting venomous glances over their shoulders. Lucie smiled tightly at the patient and strode, irritably, over to where Ethan stood.

"Can you please tell Lily she's being an idiot?" She snapped, throwing down the brown file and tapping away swiftly on the keyboard. Ethan frowned.

"Why? What did you do?" He asked.

"What did I-?" She repeated in disbelief. "Fine, side with her. But I'm telling you Ethan, she won't listen to a word I say, so you have to tell her."

Ethan internally groaned.

"Tell her what?" He asked brusquely, beginning to get irritated by Lucie's ambiguity.

"That I don't like you! That I'm not going to date both you and Cal!" She snapped, whirling off back to her patient.