#holby fic

[lunacatriona]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Henrik Hanssen Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Sexual Abuse, Panic Attacks Summary:

Henrik Hanssen has never needed air more. And now the world is airless.

Set as an end to the final scene of episode 40.

[princessbethoc]

"This love is gold, can't let it go

It's for all of time

And somewhere in the dark, I'll find you

Somewhere in the light, I'll meet you there

Where immortal souls collide, somewhere out there."

- 'Somewhere' ~ Runrig and Julie Fowlis

Henrik Hanssen looks skywards, while his grandson investigates a frog that sits in their path. He has learned to look with his eyes, and so there is no need for Henrik to remind him not to touch or startle the creature.

This sky, so clear beyond the branches that shelter him, is unlike any he has known. It is untainted, perhaps. He has never seen that before. For a moment, he thinks of his mother, and how she would have loved to see this sky. She always appreciated a beautiful sky.

Oskar runs ahead of him, his arms outstretched to his sides, mimicking an aeroplane. He climbs from a fallen tree trunk onto a large stone, about three feet high, gains his equilibrium, and becomes a plane once more. Henrik cannot help but smile.

He stands in front of Oskar, and asks him, "Where are you flying to?"

"To you," Oskar laughs. Without any further warning, he jumps into Henrik's arms. Henrik catches him deftly. He will always catch Oskar.

In Henrik's arms, Oskar turns his head to look on the stone from which he has just leapt. "That's a nice bird," he says.

It's a robin. Suddenly, Henrik can hear his mother's voice, as clearly as if she were here whispering in his ear. "A robin is sent from a person who has died, so that we know we are still loved," she had told him, when he was not much older than Oskar, in fact.

"What is it, Farfar?" he asks curiously.

"It is a robin," replies Henrik. He takes a stride towards the stone, towards the robin. She does not flee; she barely even moves. Instead, she gazes with what seems to be intent.

"Isn't it scared of us? We're much bigger than it!"

"No," Henrik says with a gentle smile. "No, she isn't scared of us. She's come to see us."

Oskar turns to face him. "See us?" he repeats.

"Yes. Robins are sent to us by people who have died. They come to see us, to make sure we are alright. To remind us we are loved."

"Who sent this one?"

"I think," Henrik begins slowly, "your great-grandmother sent her. My mother. She died, oh, many years ago now. This may be the first time she has found you."

Oskar lifts his small hand and waves down at the bird. "Hello, Gammelfarmor!" he greets her happily.

The bird does not react; she continues to watch them.

Henrik sets Oskar down. The boy runs ahead again, this time towards some branches lying at the side of the path. Henrik follows him.

After a few steps, however, he turns back to look at that stone. The robin is still there. She is still watching. Henrik awkwardly lifts his hand halfway and nods his head towards her.

She watches for a moment longer, and then she flies back into the trees.

"Look, Farfar!" Oskar calls. "I found some flowers!"

Henrik turns back to see his grandson crouching, delicately touching the flower petals. He is, at last, doing something right.

[nervouspearl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Bernie Wolfe and that awkward moment you accidentally end up proposing. (This is a stand alone, but could also be considered a kind of continuation to my 1/1 yesterday.)

[katlikescats]

Here's my attempt at cheering up the fandom. More berena travelling the world fluff

[oneweekobsession]

mums and their offspring - it’s complicated stuff

(for @theseventeenstairs)

a companion piece to http://archiveofourown.org/works/7979680

Working with her hands is where Bernie finds her peace. And if there aren’t bodies to take apart and put back together, she finds other things. When she is at home, then, her garage (the possessive pronoun is deliberate) is her sanctuary, because engines are a little like bodies (though if she left body parts strewn around theatre the way she leaves car parts strewn around the garage, she might get struck off).

 At some point - she might have been eleven or twelve at the time - Charlotte starts to come out to watch her work. Soon enough, it became their thing. It is their way of spending (what the magazines that neither of them read call)  ‘girltime’ together.

(Bernie’s not sure quite why Charlotte began to refer to parts that are irreparably damaged as ‘cactus’, but the word soon becomes a vital part of their diagnostic vocabulary.)

When Cameron’s doing tours of university open days, and Charlotte’s asked about what she wants to be when she grows up, she declares that she wants to be a mechanic. 

‘You could be an engineer,’ Marcus says, misunderstanding what she means. ‘You could study engineering.’

‘I want to make things with my hands’, Charlotte says.

‘You can make engines,’ Marcus says. ‘You can design them. Look - ‘ and he thrusts shiny university brochures towards her. 

Charlotte goes to university.

When, after the accident, Bernie is finally let out of hospital and is allowed home to recuperate, all hell is breaking loose.

Charlotte has dropped out of university.

‘Talk to her,’ Marcus says, as Bernie is struggling to find her place in this house, in this home that doesn’t seem to belong to her. As Bernie is trying not to think about what she has left behind, of what she has lost, of what she will never have again. As she ignores thoughts of what she could have been, of what she could be, if only she were brave enough.

‘Talk some sense into her!’ he says.

She finds Charlotte in her garage.

(It’s Charlotte’s garage now. Bernie’s not sure when ownership passed from one of them to the other - perhaps it was a gradual thing - but it’s Charlotte’s space now).

She watches her daughter work. She watches the skill with which she moves, the focus in her entire body. She watches her as she tries to start an engine, and as it splutters and fails to spark into life.

‘It’s cactus,’ Bernie says.

Charlotte looks up at her, grins. ‘Ye of little faith. Come here, hold this.’

They work, quietly.

‘Dad’s really angry,’ Charlotte says, eventually. 

‘I know.’

‘I don’t want to go back to uni.’

‘I know. Charlotte, he’ll get over it.’

‘Will he?’

‘Charlotte, you can’t live your life for other people. You’ll just make yourself miserable, and then everyone’s miserable. Do what makes you happy, and let everything else take care of itself. Life’s just too short.’

The irony of dispensing advice she herself does not live by is not lost on Bernie. She rubs at the scar on her neck.

‘Don’t let your life be full of ‘if onlys’,’ Charlotte,’ Bernie says. ‘Marcus’ll get over it. You need to do what makes you happy.’

Charlotte looks at her, quietly. And then goes back to work. ‘There,’ she says, a few moments later, giving the wrench a final twist. ‘Try that.’

Bernie goes to start the engine. It sputters, sputters, sputters. And then it roars into life.

[princessbethoc]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Holby City Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Henrik Hanssen, Maja Johansson, Original Female Character(s), Jac Naylor, Ange Goddard, Connie Beauchamp, Charlie Fairhead, Dominic Copeland, Sacha Levy Summary:

An old face returns without warning to Henrik Hanssen's life. It just so happens that she's brought trouble along with her...or maybe it was trouble that brought her.

[princessbethoc]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Henrik Hanssen, Jac Naylor, Arthur Digby Summary:

"With the weight of the world resting on my back; and the road on which I've travelled is as long as it is cracked; but I keep pressing forward with my feet to the ground; for a heart that is broken makes a beautiful sound." ~ 'The Things I Regret' by Brandi Carlile.

Henrik Hanssen has a hole in his heart, and the world is getting in.

[nervouspearl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So, I had to write a post-ep fic. No smut here because I’m leaving it to those who are better at writing it. Just Bernie’s thoughts as she leaves one life behind and makes her way to Serena.