Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Felicity 'Flick' March (OC)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder; that's what Flick and Jake tell themselves as they prepare for their first deployment as a couple. But being apart only highlights what they need from each oth...
Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Swearing, medical emergency, angst.
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Professor March is going to kill me. She's going to chop me into seven mathematically equal pieces and eat me for breakfast.
Aminah Singh was late for class. Again. This was the third time in a row that she'd slept through her alarm on the morning of a 9am statistics lecture, and she knew her small but frighteningly stern Professor wasn't going to respond kindly to her tardiness three weeks running.
Breaking into a half-walk-half-jog, Aminah raced up the path and into the faculty building to find that the halls were already almost empty.
Shit.
She'd overslept because she was exhausted from the stress of the day before; yet another early morning lecture and tutorial group session, then a six-hour shift at the on-campus sandwich shop, followed by a NROTC (Naval Reserve Officers Training Corps) meeting full of drills. Though she didn't begrudge the latter, Navy Reserves meetings were the highlight of her week.
Last night they had continued to cover emergency first-aid; learning how to triage casualties, methods for bandaging wounds and practicing performing CPR on dummies. Aminah had been in her element. She was 99% sure she wanted to join the Navy proper as a medic after graduating, just like her dad, but right now, Professor March and her Advanced Statistics module were getting in the way of Aminah's dreams.
Sometime soon, she would need to pluck up the courage to ask the professor to let her switch to a different class. She just hadn't quite worked out how to explain why. Professor March was proudly British, so Aminah suspected her affection for the US Navy was virtually non-existent. She certainly wouldn't value the Navy over her beloved 'Maths' (Professor March insisted on calling it 'Maths', not 'Math': "Mathematics is a plural, there's more than one branch bla bla bla").
Aminah reached the corridor crossroads and hesitated. Should she risk using the staff staircase? They were a shortcut, but only meant for faculty members and the campus services team because they led directly to the Head of School offices. The service team staff never usually minded students using them (there was an unspoken camaraderie between the two groups), but if she met a professor halfway up, she would be guaranteed a lecture about rules having reasons.
Fuck it.
Aminah pushed open the double doors and then took the steps two at a time, using the handrail to propel herself upwards.
First floor. Second floor.
She reached the third-floor landing and gasped in horror. Because there, slumped at the bottom of the next flight of stairs, was a body.
