Hi again everyone! This is just some ramblings that came into my head last night, though at the moment, I'm not sure if I will keep it as a one-shot or not. Basically, it's set during the hand-kissing scene in series 2 episode 5 at the fate. It's a little AU that came into my head as I always wondered what could have happened if Sister Bernadette hadn't turned away. Oh, and for anyone who's been reading Battlefield, I DO intend to continue with it, I am just currently in discussions with my old pal writer's block!

Anyway, hope you enjoy this! :)

"Would you like me to take a look at that?"

She jumped slightly when he spoke. For a split second the world seemed to stop as she felt him watch her.

"I...yes." She replied, holding her hand out for him to check. She wasn't quite sure what had made her agree. She was supposed to be keeping her distance. She'd promised herself she would.

He stepped towards her, his eyes searching for hers. Nothing was said between the two as he gently took her hand. Her hand tingled as he held it, half from her graze the other from this new level of intimacy with this man. He was carefully stroking his thumb over the cut, relishing the trust she had in him. Without another thought, his lips found her palm.

Her breath caught, but she didn't move. She couldn't. As he lifted his head their eyes finally met.

"I'm sorry. That was unforgivable."

"Who is it who decides what is forgivable and unforgivable?" She heard herself reply.

"I think you know that better than I do."

And with that, she was brought back down to earth with an almighty bang. She was a nun. He was the parish doctor. This should not be happening. They both knew it. So why then, did neither want to move away?

"All I know," She began, trying to find the words. "Is that God's plan for me is less clear." She didn't know why she had admitted this to him. After all, it was down to him that she often found herself on her knees in the Chapel, praying with all her worth for a solution.

"Sister," He sighed as he watched her bow her head. He knew his feelings for her had changed. She was no longer a colleague, or even a friend to him. She was more, so much more. And he also knew her feelings for him were leading down the same path. His heart did a slight leap at the thought. There was only one problem though. They were equally very aware that she was not available to express her feelings for him.

But he had to make sure she felt that same as he did. He held her hand tighter in his right, as he cupped her cheek with his left. As she felt his hand touch her face she looked up, her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted slightly in confusion. Before her mind had time to register, his lips were on hers. It was wrong - the pair realised - but in that very moment neither cared.

Her heart was racing as her lips inadvertently danced with his. This - what she was feeling, experiencing - was perfection. Neither wanted their most intimate exchange to end. They had found each other, and he was afraid to let her go, for fear of them getting lost once more.

"Sister Bernadette! Doctor Turner!" Sister Evangelina was standing no more than six feet away from them, her face the picture of shock and anger. "What in Heaven's name do you think you're doing?!"

And with that, their little rendezvous was over.

Any good? Should I continue? Any comments and criticism very much welcome! OH also, please follow me on Tumblr: turnadette . tumblr . com

Thanks! :)