Title: In Your Eyes

Authors: Raven Shadowrose/BeethovenRIP

Rating: M

Pairing: ?/?

Summary: A joint FanFic by Raven Shadowrose and BeethovenRIP based on Dixie and Jeff's conversation at the end of Series 26 Episode 36. We have rated it M as future chapters will contain adult themes. Dixie wants to be a mother and Jeff is all too willing to oblige, but, does their conversation in the ED have an unexpected effect on their relationship?

Disclaimer: The authors do not know or own any characters or content from Casualty, any original characters and the story are ours and we do not give permission for anyone to use the story or reproduce it.

Author's Note: Thank you to chan. nelson4444 and olivia. c. king1 for your comments :)

Chapter Two.

Dixie put the two glasses down on the table and sat back in her seat. 'As promised Jeffrey, one mojito.'

'Cheers Dix.' Dixie and Jeff sipped at their drinks. 'Another day done with Dix.'

'I know, those poor kids at that school.'

'It is always hard when kids get injured, young people shouldn't end up in hospital.'

'No, they shouldn't.' Dixie hated when young people got hurt, it always got to her, always made her think about wanting to be a mother. Jeff suggesting that they sleep together so she could get pregnant had taken her by surprise, she couldn't ask him to do that for her, could she? Jeff was a lovely man but he was a man and not usually someone that she would take into her bed, he was the wrong sex entirely and she couldn't use him in that way. She cared about Jeff and it felt so wrong to her to take him into her bed and then discard him like that once she got pregnant. 'Dixie?'

'Oh, sorry Jeff, I was just thinking.'

'About what?'

'The kids in the school, I'm just glad they got out of there alive.'

'Me too, it was partly down to you that they made it out. You're a brave woman Dixie.'

'Thanks Jeff, you're sweet.' Dixie found the subject of children running into her head again, Jeff would make a wonderful father, maybe there was another way, maybe she could be inseminated and get pregnant that way.

Jeff knew that Dixie's mood was more than likely down to something other than the shout that they had been on. He was surprised how much Dixie's rejection of his suggestion of them sleeping together had hurt him. He'd been fine with their situation, they shared everything apart from beds, he'd always been okay with it until today. 'Jeff, do you want another one?'

'I thought you said I couldn't have another one.'

'I know, it has been a rough day, I thought we could use a treat.'

'All right then, here, let me get them this time.' Jeff handed the money to Dixie and she went to get them another drink. Jeff watched her walk away, he tried to pull himself together, nothing would ever happen between them.

Dixie ordered their drinks and waited at the bar for the barman to finish pouring them, she handed him the money and picked up their drinks. 'Cheers mate.' Dixie put the drinks down and gave Jeff his change back.

'Blimey, is that all the change I get back?'

'I got chocolate and crisps too.'

'Is it mad moo week again?'

'No, why does it always have to be that? Sometimes I just want junk food.'

'Give me some.'

'No, it is mine.'

'I paid for it.'

'Say please and I might just forgive you for those comments about my monthlies.'

'Please Dixie, give me some.' Jeff batted his eyes at Dixie and she laughed.

'All right, you can have some.' Dixie broke off some of the chocolate and gave it to Jeff, she opened out the crisps and took a few for herself.

'Why are you having coke?'

'Because I'm driving.'

'Good point.'

'Yes it is.' Dixie started picking at the crisps again and lost herself in her thoughts.

Jeff watched Dixie absent-mindedly eat the crisps, cheese and onion, they were her favourite. Dixie only eats crisps and chocolate when she's mulling things over, he wondered if she was thinking about kids again. Jeff didn't want to bring it up as he didn't want to face the awkward rejection that he had got from Dixie before. He'd always known that he would do anything for the woman that was sat in front of him, anything, even if she asked him to get her pregnant and then to go back to separate rooms. He would do it, he would keep the memories of the nights they shared together for the rest of his life. It appeared that he would never get the chance.

Dixie put her glass down on the table, Jeff was lost in his own thoughts, had she been too harsh in her rejection of him earlier? She was sure that he knew the score, that though they were married they would never be together in the physical sense, that she didn't want more than what they had together. Why did he look as if someone had taken his favourite toy away? Why was she feeling guilty? Dixie sighed, all she wanted was to go home. 'Jeff, give me the keys.'

'What, why?'

'You can hardly drive like that, can you peg leg?'

'No, I suppose not. How long are you going to call me that for?'

'Until you stop limping.'

'Mean woman, I'm injured and this is the way you treat me.'

'Come Jeffrey, let's go home.' Dixie took the car keys from Jeff and linked arms with him again as he stood up. 'I'll get you some ice for that ankle when we get home.'

'Stop fussing woman, I'm fine.'

'Of course you are, that's why you're limping.' Dixie knew that Jeff was in more pain than he was admitting, she made a note to make him sit down and rest when they got home.

Jeff let Dixie help him into the car, his ankle was definitely hurting him, he knew it was only a sprain but it really was hurting now. 'Okay Jeff, we won't be long, you can put your feet up.'

'Maybe that is a good idea Dixie, I don't think I'll be driving anything for a while.'

'Does that mean I can drive the ambulance without you complaining?'

'Only until I am properly fit again.'

'I look forward to the peace and quiet.'

'Cheeky woman.' Jeff smiled, he loved that they could have these little arguments, they didn't mean anything by it. Generally they bounced off each other and he could count on one hand the amount of serious arguments that they'd had. He was glad that they very rarely had proper arguments, he hated it when Dixie wouldn't talk to him, usually after he had done something reckless, he was trying not to do it as much these days.

Dixie alarmed the car and took Jeff into the house. 'Sit down there love, I'll get you something for your ankle.'

'Thanks Dix.' She opened the freezer door and pulled out one of the trays of ice, she put a few cubes into a towel and looked at the wine rack, perhaps they could share a bottle of wine. Dixie opened the wine and got two glasses out of the cupboard, she took everything into Jeff and handed him the ice. 'Let me take a look.'

'Everything is fine Dixie.'

'Stubborn man, let me have a look.'

'All right, only because I know you won't let it go.'

'You would be the same if it was me.'

'Fair point.' Dixie took a look at Jeff's ankle, it was swollen but nothing that wouldn't heal with time, she put the ice on the swollen bit and held it there.

Jeff settled down, the ice was making his ankle feel a lot better, the pain was subsiding. He noticed the wine on the table. 'What's the wine for Dixie?'

'I just thought we could share it.'

'I won't say no to that.' Jeff noticed that Dixie had put his injured leg up on the table. 'Does that mean I can put my feet up on the table all the time?'

'Don't push it Jeffrey, this is only because you need your leg up and I'm getting tired of holding it.'

'Yeah, I love you too.' Jeff chuckled. 'Give us some of that wine then Dix.'

'What's the magic word Jeffrey?'

'Please, my darling wife, will you pour me some of that wine?'

'Of course, my dear husband.' He detected the amusement in Dixie's voice, she sat on the sofa and handed him his glass of wine.

'Cheers doll.'

'Doll?' Dixie picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. 'What shall we watch?'

'I don't know, football?'

'Dream on Jeff.'

'I should have known that was coming.'

'Yep, you should have.' Jeff let Dixie flick through the channels until she eventually settled on one of the radio stations. 'Nothing on the telly, it is all rubbish.'

'So you've gone for music instead?'

'Yeah.' He heard Dixie sigh quietly, he knew that she was still thinking about children. Did he have the courage to talk to her about it again? He didn't like to think that she was upset about it, maybe after another glass of wine he would bring it up again.