8.50 am.

Quincy ran her fingers though her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail, securing it with an elasticated band. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She had started wearing a top that was a size larger than what she normally wore. The bump was starting to be more visible. She hadn't told many people yet. Eddie knew. The kids didn't - perhaps today was the day to tell them. Yes. She would tell them tonight before she and Eddie went out.

Her eyes widened slightly. She and Eddie were going out. What on earth was she doing? This wasn't the way things were supposed to be - she had been on a date a mere week ago with Graham Bombay, kissed [and nearly slept with] Eddie's best friend Jason only days ago. And now she was going on a 'date' with her ex-husband, who was non-the-wiser to either. Her stomach lurched and she made a dash for the toilet cubicle in the locker room.

Thank Merlin nobody was in here - they would have questioned the reason why she was throwing her guts up at work, and that was a question she didn't feel quite ready to answer. After a couple of minutes hovering over the toilet bowl, and sure she wasn't going to bring anymore of her breakfast back up, she stood up and swayed a little on the spot. She'd stood up a little too quickly and the oxygen hadn't had enough time to reach her head.

Slowly she came out of the cubicle and headed for her locker, taking out a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. She cleaned her teeth twice, being very aware of the putrid taste in her mouth. By the time she had finished with her avid cleaning, it was time for her shift to start. She had spent the last three and a half weeks on the creature-induced injuries ward, and this was to be her last week on that ward before she was moved ona  cycle to another ward. Why couldn't she have waited until she wouldn't have to see Jason at work again to try and seduce him?

She rolled her eyes at herself as she closed her locker and made her way out towards the staffroom to check the rota. There were a lot of staff in this ward, and normally she would have been disappointed to find that she wasn't working with Jason. He was Healer-in-charge of the ward, afterall, and was a very busy man. He couldn't be expected to look after a trainee. But today, she took solace in knowing that she wouldn't be working with him.

A couple of people had just been checking the rota when she went into the staffroom, but they moved aside and let her in to see. Her face went white.


Of all the bloody days to be forced to spend hour after hour with Jason Marren, it had to be today! They hadn't seen each other since the very near hit the other night, and she wasn't entirely sure how to address the situation. All she knew was that this was not going to be a good day.

She had to drag her feet in the direction of room 7. She was pretty sure Jason wouldn't be there yet - she was always there before the healers were. Sure enough, in the room there was only the sound of faint breathing from the unconscious patient. Quincy sighed, closed the door behind her and moved her head from side to side, trying to ease the tension in her shoulders.

Mistakes happened. That’s what he had told himself repeatedly over the past few days. He’d been avoiding Eddie a bit, making up lame excuses that he didn’t know how the man accepted. Then again, he wouldn’t ask twice if his mate told him he had a bad steak in Hogsmeade and couldn’t make it out of his apartment… It was one of those excuses that people preferred to not dive into, explanations be damned. And he really did feel like he’d eaten something off…

Looking at himself in the mirror, he had finally lifted up the razor and finished getting ready. How could he have been such a daft fool? With Quincy? Setting the razor aside, he’d ran some gel through his hair and set to dressing himself. Once his navy high collared frock was on and closed over his white vest, he set to finishing his coffee quickly. He was a little behind schedule, having had a momentary pep talk with himself in the mirror and all.

Once his black trousers and boots were on, though, he picked up his bagel and apparated near St. Mungo’s. From there, it was the normal routine. Once on his floor, he picked up a copy of the staff schedule, stopped for a coffee refill, and then went to his office. It was along the way (and really, not until he had his shoulder against the door, bagel clamped between his teeth, and eyes roaming the schedule) that he finally noticed he had an assignment. With Quincy.

He almost dropped his bagel in shock, but managed to fumble with it. That would have been a travesty. So once he got in the office, he grumbled and mucked around until he’d finished his breakfast, downed his hot coffee, got an update on the unit from the off going healer-in-charge, and consulted the list to see if there was any way he could get out of the assignment. Were they really that understaffed?

Still… they had given him an easy patient. Which was very kind, considering he had all his paperwork to do on top of making sure Quincy didn’t make the easy patient suddenly difficult. So with a few papers and files under his arm, he’d headed down the hall. He greeted a couple Healers, stopping long enough to see how they were, before finally reaching room seven. Lucky number, at least. Pushing the door open, he walked right in and- right up against Quincy.

A grunt escaped him and he staggered back a step or two, nearly dropping his papers in the process. He recovered and opened his mouth to say something before he saw her, quickly closing it and his normal response with it. Instead, he swallowed and stepped in again, conscious of how close he got to her before shutting the door behind him. “I’m sorry, should’ve… watched where I was going. Are you all right?”

With his wand out, he motioned for the bedside table to come his way, setting the papers on top of it after cleaning it off. The man didn’t need piles of Honeydukes when he couldn’t even open his eyes or move his feet. Though… really, it wasn’t his fault his legs had to be reattached. That had been a crazy night, so he’d been told. After three days, they still were letting him sleep blissfully unaware. That would have to stop today. Lucky Quincy!

He pulled his quill from his inner pocket and straightened his cuffs out, feeling a bit out of place. So finally he leaned on the bedside table with his elbow and set the quill on top of the papers. “How’ve…” He bit his lower lip and tried not to look her over; she was very tempting. “How have you been?” His free hand moved to his neck, rubbing it gently.

Standing with her back to the door had clearly not been a good move. Jason had opened the door, holding a pile of files and papers under his arm, and had walked right into her. She lurched forward but managed to regain her balance before she actually toppled forward. Luckily none of the papers fell either, so there would be no more awkwardness than there already was while they had to sit on the floor and shuffle through previously sorted paperwork.

“I’m sorry, should’ve… watched where I was going. Are you all right?”

He really was quite clumsy. She looked down at the floor and rocked back and forth on her heels and toes. "Mhmm." She nodded, unsure of whether it was proper etiquette to try and hold together a conversation with the best friend of you ex who you nearly did the dirty with. This felt weird. Normally she was chatty around Jason. Really chatty. Sometimes too chatty. But now she felt as though she wasn't entitled to talk to him - like she'd lost a friend. And that scared her more than anything. Even more than Eddie finding out. He would get over it - she knew he would. He was desperate to get her back, and he would put it down to the fact that she was lonely and confused. He would probably blame himself. She didn't want him to do that - not when it was her own fault.

She kept trying to tell herself that nothing serious would have happened between the two of them, but she couldn't. Clearly, had Charlotte not walked in on them, things would have gone as far as they possible could have. She bit her lip and looked away trying to get rid of the stinging sensation in her eyes as she gave in to the guilt she'd been trying to mask for days now. What a place to finally realise that yes, she would have slept with Jason had she been given half a chance. She was supposed to be professional, and here she was allowing her personal problems interfere with her work.

She took a deep breath as quietly as she could, trying to slow down her heart rate. The bedside table moved of its own accord to Jason's side, and he swept the sweets off before placing the papers on top of it. He looked just as uncomfortable as she felt as he played around with the cuffs of his shirt. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he leant his elbow on the table and proceeded to rub the back of his neck. He always did that when he was uncomfortable. One corner of Quincy's mouth curled up slightly. He was ridiculously cute when he was uncomfortable.

“How have you been?”

She gave a slightly chuckle. "Ahh," she pursed her lips trying to think of a good way of explaining how she'd been. Confused? Yes. Guilty? Definitely. Wanting to finish what they'd started? Of course, but clearly that was never going to happen. That thestral had flown. "Good, thanks." She chanced a glance at his face. "You?" She could have kicked herself. Couldn't she have come up with anything better than 'good'? Something witty to break the ice? Something to make him think that maybe things could go back to normal? No. 'Good'.

Jason wasn’t overly clumsy. How was he to expect Quincy standing in the doorway like a troll? A very cute troll, sure but… that didn’t… His subconscious rolled its eyes at his thoughts. And then he had to bump her from behind… He closed his eyes momentarily to work on keeping his thoughts professional. My, what a nice healer frock you’re wearing. And might I say, that Healer in Training pin is very shiny? Better.

He accepted her slight response as an idea of how the day was going to proceed. How wonderful. The sarcasm was a bit bitter in his head. He took a slow breath, reminding himself he’d gotten into this pickled cucumber. He could work his way out before it became a pickle. But how he was going to handle Eddie… He winced slightly at that. Best not to worry about Eddie, even though at the mere thought of his best mate (or former, once he found out) Jason felt a bit queasy and as if he needed to sit down.

“Ahh.”

He licked his lips as he watched her, leaving his hand on the back of his neck. He looked at her in slight concern, worried about what he might have caused from their actions. He felt even worse when he couldn’t stop thinking of her, imagining her straddling him again, how she looked when he stared up at her… The way she’d pulled the vest—Okay that had to stop. His eyes were starting to lose focus and he was standing there with his mouth partly open. Closing it, he frowned slightly and sat up straight.

“You?”

He suddenly had that caught in the wandlight look as he blinked, staring at her a moment. Then he blinked and looked down at his hand, turning it over; how very interesting it was. What had she said?! “I’ve…” She’d said she was good! He grinned in triumph, finally looking back up at her. “I’m good too.” He felt suddenly elated at having kept on top of it. Well… he’d really been under her. No, no! His smile fell a little and he turned to the papers.

“So…” Jason glanced at the patient once more, pursing his lips to the side. He assessed him visually and rubbed his chin. “Where’s the healer who was taking care of him last night?” They needed to get a quick report of what had happened during the night. No sooner had he asked that the door opened again, making Jason tense up and a little on edge. The friendly healer was there, though, and had the chart with her.

A good fifteen minutes later and Jason had signed off the chart, letting the Healer head on home. If he recalled, she’d recently gotten married. Shaking his head, he pocketed his reference of the patient and gave Quincy a curious look. After a moment, he bit his lower lip; he didn’t precept as often as he would have liked, though he had gotten in a few with Quincy. Rubbing the back of his neck again, he let out a breath and nodded. “All right, the good news is this patient is stable. The bad news is he could easily turn for the worst. What would be something you’d be worried about?”

He could pretend nothing had happened for now. Maybe Quincy couldn’t. But if he focused on the patient… that would leave little else for his brain to wander to. Keep thinking, keep talking, he couldn’t dwell. The patient had been attacked by a Chimaera, had lost his legs, had had them reattached and portions regrown, and had been out of it (fatigue and with the help of potions) for three days night. The hope was, once he woke up, they could start physical therapy and try and get him to use the newly regrown and reattached muscles.

It seemed anything he thought about brought him back to memories. Quincy had a nice pair of legs. He was sure she used them--no. Patient! Jason rubbed his ear in irritation and picked up his quill, waiting for her assessment of the assignment.

He seemed to drift off slightly as she spoke. She could only put it down to one of two things; either she was particularly boring, or like herself, he couldn't stop thinking about what had almost happened. She was quite sure she wasn't that boring, and so could only conclude that it was the latter. She looked away slightly a small smile threatening to burst out of her lips. Everytime she looked at him, she kept imagining his outer layers lying in a heap on the floor, herself atop of him running her hands up his arms...but this was not appropriate. Not appropriate for work, not appropriate ever.

“I’m good too.”

She nodded gently, playing with the hem of her shirt. "Good." Then things went silent again as Jason started fumbling with the papers on the table. Quincy let her eyes wander around the room - less because she was interested in the actual room, more because she didn't want her eyes to linger on Jason for too long.

“Where’s the healer who was taking care of him last night?”

"Hm?" She looked at Jason, slightly startled. She followed his eyeline and her vision fell on the poor fellow in the bed. Oh yes, the patient. The whole reason for her being in this room. This small, stuffy room. "Um..." She had been about to answer that she didn't know but she could go and find them - anything to get her out of there. But she didn't need to. The healer in question came through the door, a beaming smile on her face. Quincy could have slapped her for being so happy. But it wasn't her fault. Quincy only hoped that the girl's marriage was a long and happy one, and held less complications than her own.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the healer left. To Quincy, though, she couldn't have stayed long enough. She had the urge to grab hold of her and refuse to let go. Instead, she watched with a grimace as the healer bade them goodbye, and left the room closing the door behind them.

“All right, the good news is this patient is stable. The bad news is he could easily turn for the worst. What would be something you’d be worried about?”

She was suddenly alert and very aware. he was just going to act as though nothing had happened? Well, that was what Quincy had hoped for. But now that they were stuck in the same room together, she wasn't entirely convinced that talking things over wasn't such a good idea. maybe that's what they needed - closure of sorts.

What would she be worried about regarding the patient? Her eyebrows pinched together in thought. Think think think. She took a deep breath and spoke. "When the patient comes round, we have to introduce him to the fact that his legs had been detached, reattached and parts of them regrown. We don't know how he'll react, and what that will do to his recovery. It will be an extreme shock to him, and could have grave psychological consequences." She took a deep breath as she watched his expression for any sign of whether she had the right answer. To these sorts of questions, there wasn't a particular right answer - there were always so many things that could go wrong.

“Good.”

There was enough ‘good’ to go around, it seemed. Jason nodded slowly and let his hand drop from his neck, clenching and unclenching as he tried to think what else to add into it. He finally just added a “good” under his breath as he looked away from her. Report… Surely she was done giving off the other patients she had. To pass the time, he glanced at the report he’d gotten all ready, glancing over the brief history.

“Hm? Um…”

Raising an eyebrow at that, Jason didn’t have time to give her a hard time about her lack of words when the door opened, answering his question. He pursed his lips towards Quincy before forcing a smile at the young woman. He remembered how excited he used to get, leaving work with the hope of something fun waiting at home. Yes… he understood and didn’t hold it against the newlywed. At least she was able to stay on top of work.

Jason did notice the look that Quincy gave the woman as she left the room, and felt a little down at that. However, he tried to focus on work. It had been a mistake. That was what her reaction showed. So Jason would do well to put it aside as well. He frowned slightly and picked up his quill.

“When the patient comes round, we have to introduce him to the fact that his legs had been detached, reattached and parts of them regrown. We don’t know how he’ll react, and what that will do to his recovery. It will be an extreme shock to him, and could have grave psychological consequences.”

He listened, watching her, slowly going over her explanation. Finally he nodded and glanced to the papers in front of him, his quill out as he started to make notes for the paperwork he had to do for his role as an in-charge. He could multitask right then… the patient was doing all right. “That’s then. What about now?” She had been working only a year… he frowned and made another couple notes before glancing up at her. “You always have to be most concerned with the ABC’s. Especially when he’s all ready unconscious. Is he breathing okay? Does he need a little extra oxygen support? What if he did? What would you do?”

The man was doing just fine, and that was why he was a good test subject right then. “Do you know the spell to open his airway?” That normally wasn’t shown until later… though Jason thought it was very important. And as long as you knew the counter for it, you could practice on yourself. Well… some had been known to. “First examination of the patient shows… that he’s breathing regularly, his skin is a good color, and he’s not hostile. If we saw problems there, we’d fix them first. Psychological issues are the last thing to worry about. Airway, breathing, circulation, and safety are top.”

Finally he finished the first paper and he moved it to the back of the pile. Making a face, he pocketed the quill and picked up the discarded chart, glancing through the various potions he had to be given. The medi-witch would be by to give him those no doubt. “You can do your exam now, if you’d like.” He could watch and give criticism after. And with that, he crossed his arms over his chest and stood back.

If there was so much 'good' flying around the room, why didn't Quincy feel particularly good? She felt bad. really bad. And not bad in the way she'd felt a few nights ago. Now she just felt bad for having put Jason in that position. That compromising and wrong-on-all-accounts position. There she went again. Her mind wandering to realms it should not have been wandering to. Had this happened with anyone else, she wouldn't have been having as much trouble as she was having now. The fact that she'd always flirted innocently with Jason, and always secretly fancied him - well, it had all changed.

“That’s then. What about now?”

"Oh...I-" She stopped, not entirely sure what to say. She felt her cheeks burn. She hated not knowing the answers to sometimes the simplest of questions. he would think her so dumb, and wondered why he ever bothered. She swallowed and looked down at the floor, letting some of her hair fall over her eyes. But she didn't need to answer. Jason was already explaining what he meant.

He was talking, but she wasn't even listening anymore. It was as though something had blocked her ears from letting any noise in except a buzzing. It was the same feeling she got when she knew she was going to say something she would either regret, or something she wished she didn't have to say.

“You can do your exam now, if you’d like.”

"I'm pregnant." She gasped a mouthful of air into her lungs - apparently she'd forgotten to breath for a few moments.

“Oh…I-”

If Jason was being himself, he would have eased into the situations so she didn’t feel so embarrassed about missing the question. He would have gone into explaining how what she said wasn’t wrong, but hint at what he was looking for. Jason knew she would have gotten it eventually. However, he wasn’t being himself. He was reacting to the situation with a cold attitude. Definitely not normal… and he didn’t realize that he was making her feel worse.

Right then, the room felt like it was a lot smaller and darker than it normally did. He wanted to let more light in, and so he pulled his wand out and motioned to the curtains, hearing them flutter with the irritation and anger he had. Whoops… he grit his teeth and tried to calm his mood. It wasn’t Quincy’s fault he’d been a dunce. At least he felt a little better with the extra sunlight streaming in. After a few moments spent catching his breath and trying to calm himself, he pocketed his wand, turning back to Quincy.

“I’m pregnant.”

He heard her.

He had heard her.

Right? He stopped breathing for a moment, feeling his lung start to burn before he finally took in a deep breath and holding it.

Then it was let go again. His face turned into disbelief, unable to pull his gaze from her face. “What?” Then the second question came out, “How?” Shaking his head, he blinked and put a hand up, finally letting it drop. “Wait.” A slightly hysterical chuckle escaped and he rested his hands on his waist, hanging his head as he tried to think it through. His voice cracked slightly as he tried to think through his questions. “How is... How is that possible?”

He hadn’t… they hadn’t… had they? Or what if—no. No. They hadn’t. Right? Frowning, he tried to remember if he’d drunk anything that night. That wouldn’t have helped anything… Then his eyes looked up at her and he felt a touch scared. “We didn’t…?” Why did he have to ask?! Wouldn’t he have remembered being with a beautiful woman like that? Licking his lips, the room felt really small all of a sudden. “Are you sure?” Who’s was it hung on the tip of his tongue as well, but figured that was a little too personal.

As long as it wasn’t his, of course. It couldn’t be, though. Right? His brain was not handling this very well.

After a moment, he found himself moving forward, unaware of his legs moving until he was there, in front of her. Of course it wasn't his. A slightly disappointed feeling settled in his gut, though why... Shaking his head, he gave her a hug. "Congratulations, Quince." With his cheek resting against her forehead, it allowed him a moment to frown. Whose was it?

After she'd blurted out her little party-piece, things were silent. So silent that the only sound was the soft, raspy breathing of the patient. Quincy was holding her breath too. It was only when Jason started mumbling and fumbling about his words that she realised what it may have sounded like to him.

Her eyes widened with horror. "No-" She couldn't get a word in edge-ways. he was practically hysterical. She must have almost given the poor man a heart-attack. He didn't deserve that. "No, Jas-" Once again, he was trying to convince himself that they hadn't in fact slept together, and that surely there was no possible way she could be pregnant with his child otherwise.

Before she knew it, he was pulling her into an embrace, his cheek pressed against her forehead which now seemed sticky with perspiration that only comes about through being of a nervous disposition. "Congratulations, Quince."

"It's Eddie's." She said quietly, confirming that it was in fact not his child, and there was no way it could be. She pulled away from him and let her eyes find his. "I've known for a week now." She sighed, looking awkwardly down at her feet. She felt as though she'd betrayed Jason, lied to him. "I should've told you. Before..." She trailed off. Before they nearly slept together? She knew now that Jason would have never forgave himself if he had slept with her - it would have been pretty bad anyway, but the fact that she was carrying his best friend's child? That just took it to a whole new level of wrongness.

Jason didn’t even hear her try to stop him. He was too immersed in the possibility, too suddenly self conscious of what would happen if it were true. And the guilt that assaulted him with that possibility… made him a little sick to his stomach. Edward would take joy in ripping him into pieces. He was such a moody, immature prat like that.

He could only imagine what he’d do if he found out about their snog. If anything, he felt his ears go instantly red at the thought. Now that he was guilty of. Very guilty. And he’d been beating himself up over it since it happened. Since Charlotte walked in and reminded Jason that he wasn’t a teenager anymore. He couldn’t just snog someone and think there wouldn’t be consequences.

“It’s Eddie’s.”

An eyebrow rose but he remained where he was, though he allowed her to pull away. He worked his mouth slowly but kept his lips closed, finally settling into a slightly thoughtful frown. It was Eddie’s… and his best mate hadn’t mentioned it to him? If he’d known about that… Taking in a shallow breath, he licked his lips slowly, staring out into the space above Quincy’s head. It was Eddie’s. Well. That explained things. Not in a way he wanted them to be, perhaps, but Jason supposed that… it worked better for them all.

“I’ve known for a week now… I should’ve told you. Before…”

He finally closed his mouth and kept his lips tightly together, shaking his head. He finally focused on something, his eyes drifting down to the end of the bed. “No… no it’s not my… not my business.” He stepped back then, putting some distance between them, feeling suddenly very… wrong. He had a bad taste in his mouth. He put a hand to his forehead and let out a slightly strangled laugh before cutting it off. Jason could keep things together. He’d been close to—no. No! He would not have done that.

So why did he have that horrible pain in his stomach?

“The ah…” Jason finally reached the table and let his hands run over the papers. “Examination. You’ll want to…” Then he frowned, looking in her direction, but not meeting her gaze. “Would you rather go home? Pick this shift up… another time?” He did. But he couldn’t. So he offered her the way out. His eyes flickered back to the paperwork, and he had the quill in his hand before he started to write a little messier than he’d been doing.

Something about this whole situation made him feel like less of a person than he’d all ready been, cheating on his own wife, being with Miranda and then Rita and now… His shoulders lurched slightly before he could steady himself, standing a little more stiffly. He wouldn’t lose his breakfast. He’d deal with it. Just like he’d dealt with telling Fiona. And Miranda. Leaning on the bedside table with his free elbow, he put his chin in his hand, rubbing his mouth slowly to try and keep everything in.

“No… no it’s not my… not my business.”

He stepped away and put a hand to his forehead, giving a strained laugh in the process. Merlin, what had she done? She stepped towards him. "It was - is - your business." She dropped her head and put her palms against her eyes, blocking out as much light as she could. She was beginning to get a headache very fast. "I'm so sorry..." she moaned through her hands.

“Would you rather go home? Pick this shift up… another time?”

She looked up, her hands moving down slightly so that her eyes were uncovered. He wasn't meeting her gaze. He wanted to go, but couldn't, so he was giving her the option of leaving instead. She dropped her hands to her side and nodded dumbly. What had she expected? To be showered with flowers and presents? He went back to writing, leaning on the table once more. Apparently he wanted her to leave so badly that hedidn't bother to look up at her and wait for her answer.

"Okay." She managed to choke out as she headed towards the door.

Completing her usual braid, Moira moved across the staff room towards the schedule board.  She scanned it quickly for her own name, but also for any other cases she might encounter through out the day.  Her eyes finally landed on a chimaera attack Jason was already attending to with Quincy.  Her name had appeared there as well and she set off down the hall.

Finding the room, she opened the door carefully and found herself stopping in her tracks as Quincy Pratt looked as if she were about to leave.  Taking in the other woman's appearance she was sure she was upset about something, about what Moira wasn't sure.  Looking over to Jason it seemed that the feeling was somewhat mutual.

"Good Morning," she said to them both before addressing Jason.  "According to the schedule I've been added to the case...What do you need?"

“It was – is – your business… I’m so sorry…”

Shaking his head again, he couldn’t move too many more steps back or he’d be up against a wall. Plus, that was slightly cowardly, trying to get away from his problems. That, and the door wasn’t behind him. So he wasn’t really able to do that. This forced him to stay and confront his… issues. Though he was still beating around the bush with Quincy. He just didn’t want to deal with what had happened, and wanted to pretend it hadn’t. Or… No. He just wished Quincy wasn’t Eddie’s ex-wife.

Everything would be much simpler then. He wouldn’t have this overwhelming guilt then. “Don’t… be sorry, Quince.” His voice was softer.

“Okay.”

Jason closed his eyes briefly and took a slow breath. She was going then? He winced slightly; he didn’t want her to go. And yet he did. Torn as he was, he could just finish endorsing the piece of parchment on top before going to the next.

“Good morning.”

He jumped a little, glancing over his shoulder in surprise as he heard Moira. He closed his mouth and gave a half smile that didn’t really reach anywhere. This was awkward. He stood up a little straighter and set his quill down, leaning slightly on the bedside table as he pivoted towards her.

“According to the schedule I’ve been added to the case…What do you need?”

Jason ran a hand through his hair, licking his lips as he tried to think of what he was supposed to be doing. Scratching the back of his head, he finally let his hand drop. “Ah…” Blinking, he glanced to Quincy for a moment, trying to process everything. “Good morning…” He frowned just slightly towards her, as if asking if she wanted to go now or… He finally shook his head and laughed softly, glancing to Moira. Awkward was how he felt right then.

“Well… welcome aboard, Moira.” He picked up his quill and pocketed it, leaving his work for now. Welcome aboard? What was he?! Making a slight face, he dusted something off his frock before giving her a smile. One that said ‘please don’t go anywhere yet.’ “Quin-Mrs. Pratt-Quincy,” he wasn’t sure what she wanted to be called. “Healer in Training Pratt is to be… taking this patient today…” Right? He moved away from the chart, offering it to Moira. “So if we need anything… she should… be the one to ask.”

A moment later and he reached his hand out as if grasping for something invisible in the air, eyes closed tight as he tried to think of something. “Ah…” Snapping his fingers, he finally grabbed it and pointed a finger, eyes wide open now with a grin. “Smelling salts!” Then he realized how he’d said he’d let Quincy handle it, and he slowly dropped his hand and finger. “I mean… at some point.”

“Don’t… be sorry, Quince.”

She caught it just as she was about to open the door, but turned her head back slightly, a confused expression on her face. Don't be sorry? What else was she supposed to be? Clearly Jason was sorry anything had ever happened, so hwo the hell was she supposed to feel about it?

She was about to say something when the door opened and Moira Randall stepped into the room, surveying the pair. The woman didn't miss a thing, much as though she wasn't the type to gossip. Quincy very quickly plastered a smile on her face in an attempt to seem normal and...well, happy.

"According to the schedule I've been added to the case...What do you need?"

Oh great. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This was not her day. There was nothing wrong with Moira - in fact, the pair got on quite well. But what a day to be stuck with Jason and another member of staff. They couldn't even be annoyed, frustrated and confused at each other now. They would have to pretend to be - dare she say it - happy!

She saw Jason look to her briefly out of the corner of her eye. She was avoiding having to look at him, lest she looked as though something was amiss between the pair of them. "I was just coming to find someone, actually." Quincy stated as chirpy as she could manage. "You must have read my mind."

Jason wasn't palying it so cool. He stuttered over her name, and she felt her cheeks go redder and redder with every word he said. He finally settled with 'Healer in training Pratt', which technically was wrong since she was now divorced and had reverted back to her maiden name of St.James. She could forgive him that, though.

“Smelling salts!”

Quincy finally let her eyes find his, one of her eyebrows arched slightly. So much for her doing this. "Yes..." she agreed slowly. She turned her head back to Moira and smiled. "Smelling salts. And a pain potion." She looked at the patient who, at the moment, was sleeping peacefully. "Quite a strong one, please." Poor guy would need all the pain relief he could get - he would be in agony for the first couple of days.

“Well… welcome aboard, Moira.”

Moira quirked an eyebrow at Jason's response.  Not the smoothest of greetings, and now she was sure she had walked in on something.  Neither Jason nor Quincy were doing a particularly convincing job of pretending nothing was wrong, not that it was any of of her business.  As long as they were able to work together as a team, that's all that mattered to Moira.

"Smelling salts. And a pain potion.  Quite a strong one, please."

"I'll be back in a moment then," she said, turning and leaving them alone in the room again.

Heading down the hall towards the supply room she shook her head slightly.  This had the potential to turn into a very long morning.  She reminded herself again it was none of her business whatever was going on between the two of them.  Both Jason and Quincy were profession there should be no reason to be concerned.

Entering the storage room she quickly located the requested supplies.  She couldn't justify taking too long to return.  She was just down the hall and neither the smelling salts nor the pain potion were difficult to locate.  So, with the two viles in hand she exited the supply room, moved back through the halls towards the room where Quincy and Jason were waiting.