fic post!
Title: Blossom
Author: D
Show: Nurse Jackie
Characters: Dr O’ Hara
Spoilers: Season 2 ‘Apple Bong’
Pairing: None
Word Count: 422
Rating: PG for vulgarity’s sake.
Author’s Note: Written with much joy for doesnt_go_away as part of The Valentine’s meme. The prompt, ‘something remarkable’ seems to have been interpreted rather loosely (as usual., as all prompts do with me.) No beta so there will be errors. This is the first NJ fic I’ve allowed anyone to see so please be gentle ;)
blos•som
n.
1. A flower or cluster of flowers.
2. The condition or time of flowering: peach trees in blossom.
3. A period or condition of maximum development.
intr.v. blos•somed, blos•som•ing, blos•soms
1. To come into flower; bloom.
2. To develop; flourish.
The idea came to her while she was waiting to hear if Jackie loved Eddie. It had rung so brightly in her head she was certain she had said it aloud - but no, she had managed to keep this to herself at least. And it would remain so too; she loves to provide her friend with plenty of gossip (particularly if it has the power to make her squirm) but this… this seems different somehow. And besides, who says she has to tell her everything?
It’s just a little something after all…for recognition and appreciations sake…to make her smile - she seems horridly sullen lately... So unlike Zoey… I wonder…
The declaration that she has an errand to run is slightly rushed as her voice tries to keep pace with her thoughts and unusually quick pulse. Is she blushing? No, Eleanor O’Hara never blushes. Surely such a thing would have been noticed? She dips her head and rummages in her bag just in case but Jackie has already left her seat and started her walk back to work.
A perfect idea, Eleanor, she sings to herself a few minutes later with a bunch of flowers resting carefully in the crook of her elbow. If she has timed it right Jackie is back at the hospital (spending ten minutes choosing meant she would be safe, surely?) It wasn’t as if she needed to take time deliberating but she couldn’t just waltz into the shop and grab the first things she saw, no, certainly not! And yet there’s a feeling in her stomach suggesting she would hate to pass her on her way in and have to explain. “A dodgy salad.” She decides. A timely growl from her gut appeases her further. Yes, it’s the spit of an aggrieved waiter and not the grounds of her extravagance that’s the cause. And such a beautiful extravagance it is! Yes, these are perfect! She has never seen such a gorgeous shade of pink! And how the creamy shades will bring out the colour of her eyes!
Suddenly the softness of the blooms against her hair is replaced by exhaust fumes spewing from cabs nearby. Her nose wrinkles. No. She is thinking too much about this. She strides inside and cranes her neck towards the dirty yellowish lighting above. Maybe this will clear the dust? she wonders, laughing.
“You’ve barely pulled your knickers up after romping with Sam and you already have designs on another. Honestly. Where will it end?” Not with flowers if she can help it…
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