Come Back To Me

No one has truly accepted that Jac is dead have they? So in this story we will be living in that alternative universe where they are absolutely rocking what they have.

The past few weeks had slipped by painfully slow for Jac, watching in despair from her bed as her ward continued, albeit less smoothly, to operate without her lead. Fletch had once again taken up residence on Darwin, joining Eli in their shared office to do paperwork whilst she slept, and gluing himself to the plastic chair beside her when she was awake. He never wanted her to be alone...to be lonely, as lonely as he felt when he was apart from her.

"Jac please, just ring Jonny and get Emma here. Just in case. Please?" Fletch pleaded with Jac, grasping her cold hand on the edge of her bed.

"No, I don't want her to see me like this. There won't be any need for her to see me anyway, just trust Elliot please." A tear tracked down the frail woman's cheek. "Promise me, Fletcher? Promise me you won't contact Jonny?"

"No, of course I won't" Fletch sighed. "Just don't make me regret it Naylor, you better get through this." He kissed her knuckles and focused his worried eyes on hers, checking for any sign of doubt.

"Look, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't believe it was the right thing. You trust me don't you?" She whispered, forming words even being a strenuous task for her now in her fragile state. The man nodded silently and stood up, dropping her hand as Max and Elliot walked in through the open door of her private side room.

"We're ready for you, Jac" Max spoke the words softly, Fletch turning to glance at Jac one last time. He leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Come back to me, won't you" he whispered in her ear before straightening up. She nodded and Fletch kicked off the brakes of her bed and guided her out of the room, Max and Elliot on either side. They left the fond nurse, stood helpless in the viewing gallery of the operating theatre, forbidding him to come any further. After a few minutes, when he could no longer take the nauseous feeling his nerves were giving him, he made his way back to the ward to make himself busy. Jac's last words to him played on repeat in his head, getting louder until he was forced to step away from the patients and steady himself at her desk.

"I promise, Mr Fletcher." She had whispered as they had wheeled her away from him, their fingers brushing for the last time.