It was two weeks before Serena in conjunction with occupational health would authorise Jac to go into theatre.
She had moaned to anyone who would listen but mainly Fletch how bored she was and how of course she was fit to do a 13 hour operation.
When she got the all clear the first thing she wanted to do was tell Fletch
Fletch's office door was as usual open to welcome anyone in. He was looking at the computer screen with extreme concentration.
She knocked lightly on the door frame after indulging herself by just staring at him for a couple of minutes
"Hey" he said looking up when she knocked
"Guess who's being let off the leash at last"
"They're letting you back into theatre?"
"They certainly are Mr Fletcher" she shut the door and went to perch on his knee
"Wanted you to be the first to know. You could scrub in"
"And run the risk of getting kicked out of theatre and be told I was of no use to you"
Jac looked sheepish "Sorry"she cringed. "Everything was fucked up back then, including my head"
"And now?" He asked rubbing circles on her lower back
"And now everything makes sense"
He kissed her swept his hand across her breasts and up inside her scrub top
"Fletch - seriously?"
"Don't worry I'll stop in a moment, just need a little bit of Naylor"
Before she knew it her scrub top was whipped off and Fletch had taken her left breast in his mouth, licking and teasing, the nipple hardening under his touch
Jac moaned softly "naughty Fletcher" she breathed
Fletch reluctantly pulled away . Jac whimpered at the loss of his mouth. Judging by the hard on that was pressing against her hip, he was enjoying it too
"Care to explain?"
"I won't be able to stop and if our unwritten rule of 'no sex at work' is to remain unbroken, you need to hop off my lap babe and put your top back on"
"You took it off" she grumbled, finally standing up "and anyway Mr Fletcher I would have had you down as a rule breaker. Gotta say I'm a little bit disappointed that you do things by the book. Boring"
"I'll keep you posted if I decide to be a rebel rule breaker" he smiled
That earned him a Naylor death stare
He chuckled "can't believe that used to put the fear of god into me"
"Ugh, I'll see you later". She huffed and walked out, the sound of his laughter still ringing in her ears. "Idiot man" she smiled to herself. She found it increasingly hard to stay mad at him.
"Right Ms Petrenko, what do we have? I'm back on the team"
"Fairly straightforward list Ms Naylor. I've just finished the pre op checks and we're ready to roll"
"Great" she remembered Zosia once saying that there was nothing like the feeling of cutting into a body, hold a heart in your hands. Toes curling, heart pounding. Jac felt exactly the same. She was buzzing by the time she got down to theatre.
The first two operations were quick and simple, the third was heading the same way until they discover a bleed, he arrested and after 15 minutes of trying to save him. Jac had to call it
"Time of death 4.40 pm. Thank you everybody. Frieda can you close and make him look presentable for the family"
"Of course"
"I think they're in the family room. I'll go and tell them" Jac said flatly
Routine surgery she thought. Never routine though is it. She questioned her readiness to go back to surgery. Was she not at the top of her game? First day back and she lost someone on the table.
She headed off the ward still wearing her distinctive red and white scrub cap which used to be Elliot Hope's.
