Dr Tara Campbell

9.6. "Have you ever been in a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?"
| Conspiracy Theory

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

I never was much of a believer in the whole theory that you will reach a time that things will feel like they have come a full circle. But if déjà vu is tool for argument, then there would be food for thought. I don’t think anyone realised that the hospital bed Chase was lying in following the accident with Rogue was the very same hospital bed my husband lay in over a year ago when he was fighting for his own life. I don’t think even Lachie realises the fact. No one would really blame him if he wanted to block the little details like that out of his mind.

( I knew I had to go and visit Chase at some point... )

Chase is chasemd. All muses referenced with permission.


Word Count | 633

8.12. "You know, your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash."
| Twilight

Co-written with mrpublicity & drcampbell

[Follows THIS]

Tara jumped with a squeak when the door to Aiden’s study opened and he appeared from within. “Wait, wait!” she shrieked. “Don’t come any further! The floor is wet. I didn’t know you were in there!” She was standing in the middle of the living area with a mop and bucket, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head. The sofa was loaded with piles of freshly cleaned and dried laundry, cleaning products, feather dusters, cloths and more lined the coffee table. She was adorned in one of Lachlan’s rock t-shirts and a pair of his track pants with a pink frilly apron wrapped around her pregnant belly which had a dust pan and bottle of furniture polish in the front pocket.

Aiden paused and held up his hand. “Okay!” he agreed, worried she might start to clean him if he stood still too long. “Are you… okay there, love?” he asked hesitantly, remaining safely in the doorway of his office.

“Oh yeah,” Tara confirmed with a smile and pushed some loose strands of her off her sweaty forehead. “I just thought I would clean up a wee bit. Not that it was messy or anything. It’s a very lovely apartment. Just tidying a few things up.”

( Aiden’s eyebrows were raised as he surveyed the piles of laundry. “Is that all the spare sheets and towels from the linen press? They were clean…” )

Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,387

6.1. "What, did you take Stupid Pills this morning?"
| Toy Story

Co-written with drcampbell & pullmysteth

[Set Friday, 10th October]

“And I don’t care how horny I am, you and your willy are coming nowhere near me for a week, Lachlan Campbell!” Tara’s knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel. A deep scowl was set in her fine features as she watched the road ahead. At least he wasn’t reeking of booze and pot anymore, which is more than she could say for him the evening before when her father dragged him home from Riley's singing ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams at the top of his drunken lungs.

Riley wondered if he would be too obvious if he started to hum to himself. Lachlan was in the front passenger seat, slumped right down and nursing a pretty spectacular hangover. Riley couldn’t exactly remember why he and Lachlan had a drink the night before, so he couldn’t shed any light on why his best mate had decided drinking when he shouldn’t and mixing it with weed was a good idea. He’d gotten a bit drunk himself, but must’ve stopped after one or two and slept it off because he didn’t feel too bad now. Lachlan, on the other hand, wasn’t supposed to drink at all on the strong pain meds he was on and was now more than paying for it. Riley saw Lachlan drop his head against the window but remained silent as his wife issued her punishment. The thing was, Tara was still completely in the dark about her pending surprise birthday party in New York and was under the delusion they were just dropping Riley off in New York for a therapy session, then returning to Princeton that afternoon. But Riley was just a decoy and had no therapy session. Lachlan had booked he and his wife in for two nights at The Plaza to spoil her, so they weren’t going back to Princeton at all. Still, he couldn’t protest the sex ban without giving away his whole secret. He was now facing some very fancy footwork to pull it off and there was still a high chance Tara would enforce the ban.

( Tara pulled up at some traffic lights, giving her a chance to glare directly at her husband. “What were you thinking?!” she growled. “You could’ve landed yourself a one-way ticket back in to the ICU with heart failure! A coma could’ve been the lucky option! Are you purposefully trying to stress me out? I don’t need this, Campbell! Next time, picture me shoving the bottle of Scotch up your arse before you put it to your lips because that’s what’s coming if you get drunk again!” )

Word Count | 1,435