A/N: I had the good fortune of catching Call the Midwife on Netflix and PBS this past week, and like most of you, I'm perfectly obsessed with the relationship between Shelagh and Patrick. At this point, I trust Heidi Thomas' story implicitly, so I've decided to do a sort of "fill-in-the-blank" 100 word prompt of images, past and present, throughout their time together. These are in no particular order, and are of no specific length. I really hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Call the Midwife and its characters do not belong to me. I only wish to play with them for a while.

1. Energy

Three days after she arrived, they were introduced.

It was an early Tuesday morning; her very first antenatal clinic since taking her initial vows and settling into life and work in Nonnatus House.

"Sister Bernadette, a word?" Her new superior, Sister Julienne, beckoned her through the waiting area and past an already fully-formed queue of mothers and children. "You may scrub-in and sterilize your equipment here," she gestured through the window of a small, yet neatly organized kitchen. "But first I'd like you to meet-"

The strong, distracting scent of tobacco immediately filled her nose as she followed Sister Julienne through the vinyl curtain. The source, Sister revealed, was a tall, middle-aged man with clever eyes and untidy dark hair.

"Dr. Turner, allow me to introduce our newest postulant and recently-qualified midwife, Sister Bernadette. She's just arrived from her nursing assignment at the London and will begin her duties today."

"Ah, yes, I heard we'd be welcoming reinforcements," With a slight stumble, the doctor snuffed out his cigarette and reached for her hand, "How do you do?"

"Very well, thank you. Anxious to begin," she replied eagerly. The doctor beamed.

"That's precisely what I like to hear."

Unused to such frank kindness following two years of competitive training at the London, Sister Bernadette blushed readily. "Thank you, doctor. I do hope to contribute as much as I can."

"No doubt you will."

From there, the long day began, and as it continued well into the evening, Sister Bernadette found that her energy never waned. Each patient was a new story; a new life and a new beginning. Even her most trying cases held more promise than any she had encountered during her training. Though she made sure to carefully assess every detail with calm professionalism, she quickly became enthralled with her task. For the first time since before the war, her heart felt full.

"I recognized it when we met, you know," Dr. Turner sought her out later, another cigarette in hand, hair wholly mussed, "You're a perfect fit here."

"Today was most invigorating," she replied with a smile, completely unable to stem her excitement. "I've never experienced anything like that before."

"I once had a mentor who told me that work like this, in a place like Poplar, was a young man's game," he ran a hand through his hair subconsciously. "I'm no longer a young man, but I still can't imagine practicing anywhere else." He took a long, final drag of his cigarette before carefully extinguishing the end against a tray and wiping away the evidence with a sterile cloth. "I think this work requires a different kind of energy."

Through the window, Sister Bernadette watched as her elder colleagues, Sisters Evangelina and Julienne, weaved through various patients with the ease of practice and constant fortitude. If either felt their age, their eyes and respective dispositions betrayed nothing.

Dr. Turner caught her glance and smiled. "Glad to have you aboard, Sister Bernadette."