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I don't know if anyone remembers this, or even cares anymore. But after many, many years. I've tied up the ends of my Angsty Riain fic and I thought I might as well give it a share!

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smiled the entire time I was making these gifs ♡ {x}

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The concept I am really struggling to understand, is that Jemma Redgrave is supposed to have aged 20 years since Bramwell…

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goodbye bernie wolfe 💖

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Au Revoir, Bernie ♥

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• “I know I’ve stepped out of the frame" •

Zoe Evans 🌜t b t

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Not entirely sure who I’m more jealous of...

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Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.  I would never have been this happy. 

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a concept: rita freeman returns and is afforded the attention and respect her character deserves, she is also in a relationship with a woman

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That last line sent a shiver down my spine! I really think you should write more of this :p

A little AU drabble where it’s someone else who’s been stabbed and killed. Rita’s returning to Holby for the first time since quitting the ED last summer. As she approaches the hospital building she spots a former colleague at the edge of the police cordon.

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“Hello stranger. Looks serious…?” Rita speaks softly so as not to wake the tiny baby sleeping soundly in a sling against her chest or alarm the veteran nurse having crept up behind him. She nods her head in the general direction of the police activity.

Charlie turns round, his eyes filled with tears, “Rita, I… how did you…?” Rita frowning at his reaction, surprised at the lack of comment about the child she’s carrying.

“Erm… I’ve been trying to find Iain but he’s not answering his phone… Charlie?”

“Oh Rita… it’s Iain, he….” Charlie is gesturing towards the scene, towards the huge pool of blood that Rita has now spotted on the paving behind the police tape. He can’t say anymore but doesn’t need to. Cal appears around the corner, his face ashen and streaked with tears just in time to see Rita’s hands shoot to her mouth.

“No, no, no, no, no…” her voice trembles and breaks and Cal rushes forward to catch her as her legs buckle beneath her.

“Cal please, tell me Iain’s ok. Tell me he’s ok” she pleads with him, dark brown eyes wide, terrified. Cal can’t say anything, he just holds her more tightly and she cries out in anguish as she understands his silence.

“I’m too late… I needed to tell him he was a daddy and I’m too late.”

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A little Riain (with hints of Calriain) drabble.

I have to admit that I’ve not watched casualty in months (since before Rita left) but something inspired this an @flashingbluelight encouraged me to write it, so here it is.

It’s set after last night’s episode but in an AU where Calriain was actually a thing.

We've come up with a crazy amount of ideas to continue this, so if you’d like to read more then please let me know

Rita felt her phone vibrate in her pocket as she finished dressing a wound she’d just sutured, “there we go” she said, “watch your step next time, and maybe take it easy on the jagerbombs” she suggested, pulling off her gloves and dropping them in the bin, seeing the patient from the room before taking her phone from her pocket, frowning when she saw the message on the screen.

‘One new SMS: Iain Dean’

She hadn't spoken to him since the day she’d left Holby, didn’t think he’d ever want to speak to her again so curiosity got the better of her and she opened the message, ‘Can I call you?’

She frowned again and hit dial, sitting down at the small desk in the treatment room as she waited for Iain to answer, “Rita” he answered after just two rings and her curiosity quickly turned into concern when she heard him say her name, the quiver in his voice giving away the fact that he’d been crying.

“Iain, what's wrong?”

“It's Cal” he got straight to the point, “he erm, fuck, Rita he got stabbed, he… he’s dead.” Rita felt as if the world had fallen from under her feet, her stomach twisting and her heart stopping as her mind repeated those words over and over. “Are you still there?” Iain asked a few seconds later as he sat on the back step of his ambulance.

“Yeah I…” she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself, “when did it happen?”

“About…” Iain felt a lump rise in his own throat, “about an hour ago, I, I thought you’d want to know and I didn’t, couldn’t expect Ethan to call you.”

“No, no, thanks, I… how are you holding up?”

Iain shrugged despite the fact Rita couldn't see him, “I don't… it doesn't feel real.”

“Yeah, I, I know what you mean.”

“I need to go” Iain sniffled slightly, “I just thought you’d want to know.”

“Thanks, when you…” Rita took a deep breath, unable to believe what she was about to ask, “when you know about the funeral will you let me know?”

“Yeah, course.”

“Thanks. You erm, you look after yourself yeah?”

Iain nodded, “yeah, you too.” He said, ending the call before Rita could say anything else, not wanting her to hear as once again he began to sob.

“Leave it please” Iain batted at Lily’s hand as she fiddled with his tie for what seemed like the 50th time that morning.

“Iain, you've been asked to be a pallbearer, that’s a position with great responsibility, it’s important that…”

“My best mate’s being cremated” Iain interrupted her, taking a step backwards out of her reach, “everyone here has lost a friend, Ethan’s lost his brother, nobody’ll care if my tie isn't perfect” he snapped before walking over to Ethan, gently squeezing his arm, not knowing what to say, Ethan nodding in response, it was the best he could do.

Iain glanced around, his heart skipping a beat when he saw a familiar figure getting out of a taxi, he’d sent Rita a text with the details and she’d replied to thank him, telling him she’d try and get the time off work but he hadn't replied and she’d not let him know either way. He took a good look at her without her realising. She looked well, her skin was slightly tanned and her hair, pulled back from her face was longer and lighter than he’d ever seen it. Her shift dress clung to her curves her heels emphasised her slender legs, she looked healthier, happier than Iain had seen her in a long time. She smiled slightly, he knew it was forced, and nodded in acknowledgement, when she saw him looking at her, an action that he returned, but she didn't come any closer, lingering at the back of the small crowd waiting to go into the crematorium.

He didn't see her again until after the service, but unfortunately Lily had seen her too, “what is she doing here?” she sneered as she looked over at Rita who was hugging Ethan, tears rolling freely down both their faces.

“Probably the same as the rest of us, paying her respects to a colleague and a friend” he said, knowing Lily would never ever find out just how close both Rita and he had been to Cal.

For the second time that day Iain walked away from Lily, this time heading over to Rita who was now talking to Charlie, the older man leaving them to it when he saw Iain coming over. “Hi.”

“Hi” she forced another smile, “how are you doing?”

Iain shrugged, “just have to keep going I suppose. You?”

She nodded, “trying to keep busy” she wiped at her eyes as she felt herself tearing up again, “trying not to think about it.”

“I keep looking for him at work” Iain admitted, pushing his hands into his pocket to stop himself pulling her Rita his arms, “it’s not...it doesn't feel right.”

“I bet it doesn't” she reached out to stroke his arm, knowing he was close to tears.

“Iain” they were interrupted by Lily, Rita’s hand falling back to her side “are you ready to head back? You know I have work soon.”

Rita raised an eyebrow as Iain told her he wouldn't be a minute. “Are you and her…”

“It's complicated. Are you coming back? We’re having a bit of a thing at the pub, y’know, sandwiches, sausage rolls, that sort of thing.”

Rita shook her head, “just a flying visit, literally, I need to get back to the airport, my flight home’s at 3.”

“Your flight?”

“Yeah, I'm living in Spain, working in a tourist clinic, it’s a lot of sunstroke and alcohol poisoning but it pays the bills. I erm, I've got a spare room if you ever need a break” she told him as Lily shouted him again.

“Yeah” he smiled, “I might have to take you up on that.”

“Well you’ve got my number if you need me” she kissed his cheek, “look after yourself Iain.”

“You too” he nodded as she have him one last smile before turning and walking away without looking back.

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There can never be enough Heather Peace on my dash!

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For no other reason than because I still miss this beautiful lil face so much omg 😢

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This would make me want to watch Casualty again!

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What the world really needs is more Bernie Wolfe!

That gif of Jemma Redgrave as Bernie bursting through those doors from the Holby City Winter 2016 trailer or wherever it’s from…oh lordy…I could watch that 24/7…

That and that gif where she totally breaks the 4th wall and stares directly into your soul…