flac - this is everything.

one. [1]

[ starts off as a slow burner, but things happen pretty quickly afterwards - enjoy ]

"Are you really taking just that?" He asked her as they both stood over her suitcase.

"What else do I take?" She replied, the reality of an all-inclusive holiday was starting to sink in.

"I can't believe you got to go instead of me." He huffed, folding his arms and staring at her.

"It's not my fault Hanssen wanted me to go and get the funding." She said, her eyes creasing at the sides as a soft smile appeared.

"But think of the great shirts I could have worn." He sighed. It was true, Sacha had the most creative taste in shirts. She didn't reply, only letting out a small laugh at him. He started to pick up her clothes, examining them like the fashion guru he thought he was, chucking them out of the case. "No."

"No?"

"No. What made you so scared of colour?" He asked, opening the doors of her wardrobe. Her house was big, matching the size of her room and walk-in-wardrobe. Having her best friend living with her was an idea Jac thought was perfect, turns out it was just full of relentless conversation and arguing over the lack of excitement in her life.

"Fine, you pick them. I'll pack for Emma." She sighed, holding her hands up in surrender, knowing that this was probably a fight she wasn't going to be able to win.

"Wait I didn't know you were taking Emma? It's a business trip." He said, the statement coming out more so as a question, looking at her from inside the wardrobe.

"It's 10 days in Spain, only two days for funding. Henrik said I can bring my kid, the hotel has a créche and all the rest of it." She shrugged, walking out of the room, leaving Sacha to look as though he was a part of Narnia. Ten days in Spain was not something that Jac had planned on doing since she'd spent so much of the last year away from surgery. Her plan was to get back, become the Jac Naylor that she was known for, the Jac Naylor she knew. But, she had to admit, time away from everything was not something she was going to miss. She wasn't going to miss the hospital, the patients, the other doctors, the nurses. She was not going to miss that.

"Who else is going?" He asked, shouting from the other room.

"I don't know." She replied folding some of Emma's clothes and placing them on her daughters bed. "Apparently a nurse and four others." She shrugged. She truly didn't know. She had her doubts and her worries, the chance it could be scary Sue from ITU going on the trip was a thought she pushed out of her mind. The other chance it could be the old nurse on Keller was small, but still a thought she didn't want to entertain.

"Fletch?" He asked, stopping Jac's train of thought.

"He's got four kids, he isn't going to say yes to a holiday without them." She huffed, hoping that she was correct.

"You never know. Have you asked him?"

"No."

"Have you spoken to him?"

"No."

"Jac." He sighed, knowing he probably wasn't going to get anywhere with this conversation.

"Let's not mention Fletch when Emma can hear, okay?" She asked as she entered her own room, spotting the piles of clothes sprawled over her bed.

"Why?" He asked, folding an array of clothes and shoes into her case. They were clothes that Jac hadn't worn for years, blues, pinks, the whole fucking rainbow. She wasn't going to wear them, she'd probably buy other clothes in Spain, but she wasn't going to wear anything that could reveal her scar. Scars, to be more accurate.