Jack Dawkins One Shots

Not On Your Life (Pre Show Release)

Little writers note: PSR or pre show release basically just means any fics I wrote before the show came out, so when writing I was going on the trailer and photos nothing else so the characterization might be a bit off, the plots might be a bit off because you know I hadn't seen the show yet, anything without the PSR is stuff I wrote after watching the show Thank you! 

I hummed myself a little tune, as I strolled leisurely about the market from stall to stall. My Wicker basket in hand littered with items I had purchased and my small coin purse prepared to purchase more. Often I smiled at those stalls or other ladies like myself who made their way around. I stopped to look over some eggs when a voice spoke up.

"Miss Y/l/n,"

I didn't even need to glance over, I knew who it was, and unfortunately knew what he wanted.

"Dr Dawkins, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You missed an appointment,"

"I wasn't aware I had an appointment," I smiled picked out my eggs handed over the money, took my eggs and added them to my basket.

"Liar. You had an appointment and you know you did. This is the sixth time you've missed this,"

"Ohh how tragic," I said as I moved to the next stall and looked over some fruits and veg.

"You can't keep ignoring it,"

"I'm not ignoring it,"

"Yes, you are,"

"No, I'm not. I am simply not letting your butcher hands at me," I told him as I went on through the market with him following along behind me.

"If you don't let my hands at you you'll die,"

"No, I won't,"

"Ughhhh must you be so stubborn,"

"I do not need your madman butchering, I have my medicines,"

"Ohh your herbal teas and lavender salt. That's not going to help you,"

"It's kept me alive so far Dawkins," I said as I continued on with my shopping.

"Will you listen to me? I've told you a hundred times you have to come and let me do something if you don't you're going to be in incredible pain,"

"And?"

"And you know I don't want to see you in pain,"

"Don't you? you make money from people being in pain," I snapped as I hurried through the market, "It is quite literally your business, so why would I trust you do to anything? You want me to be in pain so you make more money I understand the business of it all." but he grabbed my arm pulled me close.

"That doesn't mean I want to see it happen to someone I care about," He says, "Now will you, Please come to the office and let me help you. It's a five-minute procedure maybe less."

"Not on your life." I snapped took my arm away and headed away from the market through the town park to try and get home but he stopped me and turned me to face him.

"Y/n! You're natural cures and herbal remedies do a lot I will not deny that, and you've helped so many people that I couldn't help, but they can't fix this why can't you understand that? I know you're stubborn, I know you don't trust me, I know you think I'm a butcher just after my money, but I can't bear to think of the pain you'll be in, it'll break my heart to see you die knowing I could so easily have prevented it," He explained, "I'm a doctor, you can't expect me to stand by and let you kill yourself."

"You know I can't,"

"Free of charge then. Because it's you." he said, "Please, I promise I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle, and make sure the office and all my tools are clean just for you. Just let me take care of you, Please y/n,"

"And what if it goes wrong?"

"It won't-"

"But if it does?"

"then I'll never forgive myself." He said, "Please just let me help little one," He said, as he stroked my stomach.

"Fine," I sighed, "But the office is to be cleaned from top to bottom, all your equipment is to be cleaned and sanitized, you are to be fast and gentle, and you are in charge of taking care of me until I'm better,"

"I think that's agreeable," He nodded.

"And you're the one getting up every time he cries in the night for the first three months,"

"One week,"

"two months,"

"One month,"

"Deal,"

"Good girl," He smiled and kissed my forehead, "Now you finish the shopping I'll see you back at the house and we'll take care of this, alright?"

"Alright. Now go and clean that office or I am not letting you do anything," I warn, "You are not touching me unless those hands are clean and there is nothing under your nails,"

"Yes darling," He rolled his eyes, and he kissed my hand and then my stomach "You take care of little one, I'll see you later," He said, headed back home.