A/N - So this is my first foray into the world of Fanfiction. I hope you like it :)

She'd not often been in this house. In fact she could count the occasions on one hand and only once had she ventured into it alone and even then it was merely to drop off Doctor Turner's scarf which in his haste to get to his next call, had been left draped over a chair at Nonnatus House. Yet, here she was led under a blanket in the Turner's living room staring up at their ceiling basking in the still serenity of their home, her mind mulling over the day, replaying ever sour scene in her mind. She'd known the risks but that didn't do anything to ease Patsy's mind.

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"We've a busy morning Nurse Mount." Shelagh's authoritative Scottish tone ripped through Patsy's mind as she entered the surgery. Patsy had always found there to be something comforting in the way the Doctor's wife could control an entire surgery as though it was the easiest thing in the world, "We've four Mothers in labour and that's without Dr Turner's morning surgery in an hour."

"What do you want me to do?" Patsy asked with a smile. She was secretly glad now that Nurse Crane had volunteered her to help the Turner's out - the red-headed nurse relished the fast paced, busy atmosphere and by any means, it always made the day go quicker.

"Take Mrs Hudson and Mrs Roberts. I'll take Mrs Mistry and Mrs Mackintosh and Doctor can flit between all four. We'll reassess just before surgery."

Thankfully for Patsy both Mrs Hudson and Mrs Roberts were old hands, delivering just ten minutes apart and shouting encouragement from behind their respective curtains. Soon, both Mothers were sat up chatting, each cradling their daughters. Patsy was astonished; they'd both just given birth and yet they appeared as fresh as when they had came in. It had taken her over half an hour to get them to consider rest and as they led down giggling and whispering she felt more like a Mother Hen than a midwife.

"Excellent work as always Nurse Mount."

She smiled wearily at Doctor Turner as she walked into the reception area of the surgery. She frowned as she noticed it empty, had she really been occupied all through morning surgery?

"I'm afraid you'll have missed lunch at Nonnatus." Shelagh said, "But you're more than welcome to join in with our lunch - albeit a late one."

"Oh I wouldn't want to-"

"It's fish and chips…" Patrick grinned cutting off Patsy's gentle refusal. In reality, food sounded amazing but she didn't want to impose on the married couple. She knew as well as anyone what it was like to have to curb desire and how special these small moments throughout a hard day could be.

"Patrick's been having withdrawals." Shelagh replied with a roll of her eyes. Patsy smirked, it must be lunch if Doctor Turner had become Patrick.

"I just think we deserve a treat." Patrick protested, a wide grin gracing his features, "Four babies within two hours is some good going. Nurse Mount, do you want some? I know an excellent chippy."

"Their profits went down considerably when he married me." Shelagh chipped in.

"Only if you don't mind."

"Of course not!"

"Let me give you some money."

"No, it's on me." Patrick insisted, "We couldn't have managed without you. It's my way of saying thank you. I won't be long."

As he dashed out the door, Patsy took a seat in the reception area, watching as Shelagh began to place all the files away. She glanced at her watch, her eyes wide as she noticed the time read three. How could it be three already? Shelagh appeared to be having similar thoughts.

"Time has certainly flown today." She commented, "How is everyone at Nonnatus? I've not been to see any of you recently outside of work, I've been feeling a little guilty about it."

"Nonsense! You're busy! Besides everyone is fine - although there are severe withdrawals." Patsy said seriously.

"Withdrawals?"

"From a certain Miss Turner" Patsy grinned, "If they could bottle Angela up, I do believe we'd have found ourselves the next miracle cure. Even Nurse Crane gets all gooey eyed when Angela enters the room."

"I fear she'll be using that charm to her advantage before we know it." Shelagh giggled just as the door to surgery opened to reveal Patrick cradling three paper packages. "That was quick dear."

"They were shutting - only just made it in time. Now, let's eat these before my evening rounds and before visiting hours start here."

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Fish and chips devoured, Patsy offered to stay and undertake the checks on all the Mother's who had given birth before she left for a well-earned rest. As she gathered her clipboard she noticed Sister Julienne enter the surgery.

"Is Mrs Turner around?" The Sister asked.

"I believe she's patching young Freddy Smith up - he fell off his bike and Doctor Turner is off on his rounds." Patsy replied before dashing off. The proud Fathers were all due any minute and she wanted to try and get all the relevant tests done before they arrived to distract the Mothers and raise their blood pressure with all the excitement a new-born brings.

She worked swiftly but kindly, offering words of comfort to each Mother but only lingering for as long as she was required. Last on her list was Mrs Roberts who was gazing at the cot holding her little girl.

"She's perfect ain't she Nurse?"

"She certainly is. Is Mr Roberts due in?" Patsy asked as she began her tests.

"He better be. He's a taxi driver my Jim, you'd think that'd make him on time but he's always bloody late. Dunno how he makes a living I don't!"

Patsy smirked taking the woman's blood pressure. Tess Roberts was a brickhouse of a woman - black hair scraped back, face hardened by poverty and a manner which demanded respect but she was also one of the most kind-hearted women in the East End and Patsy had always found her pleasant to deal with despite her outward appearance. The two had shared a few laughs at Clinic and as Tess went into great detail about her oldest son's latest antics neither women noticed Mr Roberts being casually led into the room by Sister Julienne and Shelagh. It wasn't until he shouted that either noticed him.

"Hello gorgeous, let's see- What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asked Patsy, his face slowly turning beetroot.

"I'm the midwife assigned-"

"I got that bit but what's a woman like you tending to her for? How could you allow it?" He growled turning to face Sister Julienne who wore a blank expression.

"Jim calm down! Are you drunk again? I am sorry Nurse." Tess replied. "Jim pipe down!"

"No I won't pipe down and I'm not drunk. She's that way… she's one of them…"

"One of what?" Shelagh asked, totally unimpressed by the man's conduct or the fact every other Mother was now watching as though they were at a theatre.

"A queer." He spat.