Jack Dawkins One Shots

Daisy P4

Time seemed to stretch endlessly after Belle ended things with Jack. In an effort to cope with the heartache, he engrossed himself in his work, seeking solace in the rhythm of routine. But even amidst the bustle of his responsibilities, he often found himself retreating to hidden corners, the cramped supply closets or the quiet benches in the hospital courtyard, where he could release the pent-up tears and muffled cries that clawed at his chest.

As was usual, Jack set out on his rounds, visiting patients in their homes. The meandering walks between appointments provided him with precious moments to stave off his swirling emotions. And time away from the hospital was nice, given how many memories the place held.

After finishing his last patient visit for the day, Jack began the solitary trek back to the hospital, his mind already fixated on the comforting embrace of a whiskey bottle and the promise of oblivion that sleep might bring.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a sound that pierced through the fog of his sorrow, a soft, gentle melody that tugged at the forgotten corners of his heart. He froze, his breath hitching as the familiar voice floated through the air. Panic surged within him, tightening its grip. With an instinctive urge to hide, he ducked behind a sturdy oak tree, peeking out just enough to stay concealed from her gaze yet close enough to listen.

Evelyn was in her garden, kneeling in the dirt, wearing a soft blue dress with a matching blue tie-up in her hair. She sang tenderly to the vibrant blossoms surrounding her. Her song, a sweet tribute to the beauty and resilience of the daisies swaying in the breeze, filled the air with an enchanting sense of peace. Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted Jack hiding just beyond her fence.

"Ohh... Uhh, hello, Jack?" She laughed a little.

Jack cringed when Evelyn noticed him. He stood up straight, slightly awkward. Not sure what to say. "Uh.. Hey Evie," he replied, hoping his awkwardness wasn't too evident.

"What brings you to my fence today?"

Jack swallowed nervously. "Just uh.. doing my rounds. House calls and all that," he told her, doing his best to keep his tone casual.

She nodded. "Keeping busy, I have a pot of tea inside, if you have the time?"

Jack's heart fluttered. It was tempting. He would love to go in, sit with her and chat. He missed that... He missed her. "uh.. yeah. Sure," he replied, pretending not to be incredibly excited.

She smiled and showed him to the garden gate. She fetched the tea set and brought it out to the small metal table in her garden under the sweet purple tree being visited by butterflies. She poured them each a tea and even managed to make the exact ratios of milk and sugar that he liked.

"... Still remember how I like my tea, I see." He commented, raising an eyebrow at her.

"It's hard to forget, minimal milk, three sugars. You'd be surprised how few people take it like that." She chuckled, offering him a freshly baked cookie.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle, and of course, he took a cookie. "Well, it is the only way to drink tea, really," he joked. Taking a bite of the cookie with a small hum of delight.

She rolled her eyes playfully and her eyes fell back on her garden, once more on her many daisies.

Jack followed her eyes to the daisies, his chest aching as he remembered watching her tend her flowers when they were younger. He frowned to himself. "They look beautiful." He commented quietly.

"Thank you, I have a fondness for them these days."

"You always did have a fondness for daisies," he commented.