AN/ So basically, I absolutely adore the dynamic between Jac and Jasmine and I'm desperate for them to make up! I've only seen the odd fic involving them so I thought I'd give it a go, I have a lot of headcanons and ideas about them in my head. This is my first time writing these characters so apologies if you find them OOC or anything! Constructive criticism is always welcome and reviews would make this girl v happy. Hope you enjoy! (p.s. Elise this is for you x)

CT Consultant: Jac Naylor

Jasmine sighed. That was the last thing she needed. A whole afternoon of being bossed around and undermined in theatre by Jac, who'd no doubt do everything in her power to make sure she screwed up drastically. She was already unsure if she was ready for such a prestigious op, let alone with her sister breathing down her neck just waiting for her to slip up. That would give her yet another excuse to try and get rid of her, tell her she didn't belong here, remind her she'd never be good enough. And Jasmine was already exhausted, beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of her life – emotionally, physically, mentally. Elinor's death had kick-started a spiral of destructive behaviour from Serena, the brunt of which Jas had taken without complaint, but the events of the previous week had left her more vulnerable than she cared to admit. The tension had been building and building, and suddenly the older woman had lashed out at Jas in a moment of weakness.

'Why, WHY are you still here, and she's not?!'

She'd never forget the way those words had made her feel. Her already fragile heart splintered into two – Jas had suffered many a heartbreak and loss in her time, but she couldn't remember ever feeling quite as hurt as she had in that moment. She knew Serena was just lashing out, knew she was displacing her grief and anger onto the young doctor, knew she didn't really mean those words, but deep down she felt like she deserved them. Deep down she held herself wholly responsible for what happened, and nothing would make that go away.

Her mentor had apologised, of course, and Jas had graciously accepted, not wanting to cause more of a fuss. She'd all but begged Serena to carry on mentoring her – determined to make her proud, to make up for her fatal mistake. But even though the pressure had disappeared from her senior's perspective, Jasmine felt it more than ever. She was working herself into the ground and she knew it, yet somehow she could do nothing to stop it.

She felt oddly distant from it all, really; like she was watching someone else drowning and not knowing how to breathe.

Three sixteen-hour shifts in a row had alarmed Serena enough to send her home, but the F1's stubborn streak had led to her taking to the on-call room to study instead. She knew she was out of control, but the urge to prove herself was eating her alive so onwards she pushed. Morven had tried to warn her already about how dangerous it was to work on just an hour's sleep, but she'd ignored her friend's caring remark – she could sleep when she was dead, she told herself. First she had to prove her worth.

Jas mulled over the proposition as she scanned the theatre plan. She really wasn't feeling on her A-game today, far from it, but when would she next get an opportunity like this? This might be her only shot, and she'd be damned not to take it. Yes, she felt unprepared and wary. But if Serena believed in her enough to want her there, maybe she was capable of pulling it off? Plus, it would be her best chance at getting Jac on side. She could blow her sister's expectations, prove to her that she's worthy of being a doctor here, make her realise how much she'd doubted her. Show Jac Naylor that little Jasmine Burrows, the half-sister whose life she seemed intent on making a living hell, was a worthy doctor after all.

She glanced back over at Serena, a wry smile appearing on her face. It was time to show Holby that Jasmine Burrows was here to stay.

Jac couldn't quite believe what she'd just been told. Serena Campbell, who only a week beforehand had accused her F1 of killing her daughter, had invited said doctor to take part in the biggest op the hospital had seen in months. The redhead supposed they must have kissed and made up by now, but she still wasn't happy with the clinical lead's decision. As much as she loathed to admit it, a part of her did care about Jasmine and no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, it wouldn't leave. At first she'd wrongly believed her half-sister to be incompetent, annoying and generally an awful person – she'd grown up with Paula, after all. But since the incident with Elinor, Jac hadn't been able to stop herself from keeping an eye on the blonde whenever she could. She'd known the pressure must be getting to Jas when the younger woman had sought her help, and though she tried to pretend she found Serena's schemes amusing the consultant couldn't deny the pang of concern she felt.

And then there'd been the events of last week… Jac definitely hadn't expected to run into her sister in the corridors in such a state, and the overwhelming urge to protect the younger girl after their encounter had knocked her for six. She hadn't let it show in public of course - everybody knew Jac Naylor didn't do empathy - but something inside her had snapped, and the next thing she knew she was in Hanssen's office making a complaint against Serena Campbell on her sister's behalf. If the CEO had been shocked by her outburst, then he'd hidden it well – but Jac got the feeling he'd been expecting it sooner or later. He knew that underneath the frosty exterior she had a heart of gold, and he also knew that Jac needed her sister, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.

It wasn't the thought of sharing theatre space with her sister that had Jac worried. In fact, she knew Jasmine was a better doctor than she'd given her credit for. But in her opinion, this was a step too far on Serena's behalf – Jas was an F1 who'd already made one too many mistakes, and the consultant knew that far more experienced surgeons than her would be wary of such a daunting procedure. The girl wasn't ready for this. Plus, she'd caught a glimpse of her sister the previous day and noted how worn out the young doctor looked. There was no way she was in the right frame of mind to pull this off, but Jac knew any attempt she made to discuss the matter would be misinterpreted as her trying to undermine the junior.

The door swung open loudly, and Jac raised her head to see Jasmine enter the ward, clutching what she assumed must be the theatre plans tightly in her palm. The F1 seemed distant and lost in her own thoughts, so the elder took the opportunity to glance at her sister. A frown began to form across her face as she took in the dishevelled blonde hair that looked as though it hadn't seen a brush in days; the unnatural pallor of her skin that almost rivalled her own in paleness; the dark circles under her eyes that stood out against her weak complexion; the vacant look in them, as if all the spark had gone. All of a sudden Jas's eyes snapped up to meet hers and Jac immediately looked away, hoping nobody had noticed her staring at the girl she was supposed to hate.

'Theatre plans, on Ms. Campbell's orders,' the junior muttered, haphazardly placing the papers on the desk. Jac nodded her thanks as she studied her sister, realising she looked even worse in close proximity.

'Are you okay?' she ventured. There was a tone of something in her voice that the blonde couldn't quite make out, causing her head to snap up from where she'd been staring at the ground.

'I'm fine,' she said defiantly. In all honestly, she felt dreadful but there was no way she'd admit that to the head of CT, who she knew would take her weakness and turn it against her. Jac raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

'Really? Because no offence, but you look like crap,' she said bluntly. Jasmine snorted with derision, wondering if Jac would ever greet her with anything but an insult.

'Wow, that's nice. Like I've already told you, I'm fine so if you'd just let me get back to AAU now then that'd be great.' She was about to leave when the redhead spoke up again.

'Listen, about the op. Are you sure it's a good idea? Because I've known more qualified professionals than you turn down such a task, and in all honestly I don't think you're ready for it.' Jac was trying her best not to be confrontational, to convey her concern through her words, but it didn't appear to be working as Jasmine bristled at the comment.

'Not ready? You think I'm not ready? What a surprise, the great Jac Naylor once again tries to ruin her sister's career before it's even begun. Do you realise how hard I've been studying for this?! And you want me to throw this chance away so you can keep your reputation intact. Just because you want me to fail doesn't mean I'm going to let that happen Jac.'

Jas usually tried to stay calm when faced with the older woman, but this time the comments had riled her a step too far and she couldn't hold back. She could feel herself getting worked up, and her head was pounding worse than ever but she ignored it. She couldn't let her sister see the effect she had on her. Jac rolled her eyes, sighing to herself as she wondered how to make her sister see sense. Before she even had time to think, the words spilled out of her mouth.

'Don't be dramatic, I'm trying to protect you!'

As soon as she'd spoken her eyes widened. She hadn't meant for the truth to come out like that – nobody was supposed to know that Jac had been looking out for her sister, that she actually cared. She glanced around to see if anyone had overheard them, but luckily none of her colleagues were anywhere to be seen. Looking into Jas's eyes, however, she saw that her outburst had upset the blonde even more.

'Protect me? You're trying to protect me? That's funny, I swear you've been going out of your way to do the opposite ever since I got here. Go to hell, Jac.'

Jasmine was furious – how dare her sister pretend she was trying to help, when they both knew she couldn't care less about her? Her anger had caused the pain in her head to swell even further, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She couldn't stand being near her sister for a second longer, so she turned quickly on her heel ready to storm away. But the ache was becoming excruciating; her vision had become blurred (whether from tears, pain, or a combination of both, she wasn't sure); she was shaking uncontrollably.

She tried to push it away, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other, but she felt frozen in her own body. Time was slowing around her, and somebody was saying what she thought might be her name but she couldn't really make it out, could just hear the note of worry in their speech. She tried to take another step as the voice became louder, but the effort proved too much. Jas crumbled to the ground, fragile body buckling underneath her, and everything went black.