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Berena Advent 2023 Day 25: Miracle
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Berena Advent 2023 day twenty five. Prompt: Miracle
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Berena Advent 2023 Day 24: What If?
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Berena Advent 2023 day twenty four. Prompt: What if?
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Just want to say a massive thank you!
I know a lot of you might not be around to see tomorrow's prompt, so as it's Christmas Eve I just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who has been involved, whether you created 1 thing or 25 things - It's been amazing to add so much more love into the Berena Fandom. Of course, I will be back next year with the Advent for 2024, and until then hopefully, the @weeklyberenafix will help to get people through!
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Berena Advent 2023 Day 23: Heater
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Fairy lights
Why does Serena have so many fairy lights? My little drabble written for the @berenaadvent day 18 prompt "fairy lights"
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“Why does one need so many fairy lights?” Bernie questions confused as she opens a large box that is literally full of smaller boxes of fairy lights. It’s the first Christmas where she is living with Serena and they had wanted to keep to Serena’s tradition of decorating on the first weekend of December, thankful they’d managed to get one shared day off to allow them to do so.
Bernie had, being Bernie been the one who insisted on getting all of the boxes out of the loft and now the living room is so full of boxes that Bernie wonders silently if there aren’t more boxes here now than when she moved in. She’d lost nearly everything physical during her split with Marcus, he’d keep nearly every possession from the house, even though most of them had been accumulated during their time together. She’s just thankful she had a good enough solicitor that he didn’t manage to take all of the money too, and he definitely won’t be entitled to a penny of her hard earned army pension.
She’s brought out of her musing by Serena’s reply. “One can never have too many fairy lights. First there is the ones for the trees, both the one in here and the one in the conservatory. Then there are the fairy lights that go in the windows, and then I have a set or two that I like to put outside, though I must admit without Elinor’s help they haven’t been able to go up the past few years. Jason doesn’t feel comfortable enough holding the ladder and instead likes to reel off facts about how many people get seriously injured each year from falling off ladders, as if my job didn’t give me an insight into that.
So that is how Bernie and Serena spend the majority of their day, ensuring the fairy lights around the house are perfect. Once the inside lights are finished Bernie insist, she’s the one who goes up the ladder, big macho army medic and all that. It’s how she spends over an hour up a ladder outside their house hanging fairy lights to the guttering. By the times she’s finished her hands are numb with cold but it’s worth it to see the smile on Serena’s face when both her feet are finally back on solid ground.
That night when Bernie goes up to bed a few minutes after Serena, having offered to be the one to ensure the dishwasher was on and all the lights have been turned off, the last thing she expects to find is Serena naked expect for the fairy lights that she’s managed to expertly managed to wrap around her body, and well they are one set of lights Bernie definitely doesn’t mind untangling.
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Just want to say a massive thank you!
I know a lot of you might not be around to see tomorrow's prompt, so as it's Christmas Eve I just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who has been involved, whether you created 1 thing or 25 things - It's been amazing to add so much more love into the Berena Fandom. Of course, I will be back next year with the Advent for 2024, and until then hopefully, the @weeklyberenafix will help to get people through!
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Butternut Squash Soup
A little sickfic written for the @berenaadvent day 17 prompt “cold”.
This can easily fit into the “Open when…” series as a something that happened in their lives before Bernie deployed. It shares a few similarities to some of the things in Serena’s Open when you feel ill… envelope contains! You don’t need to have read that for this is to make sense though.
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Serena HATES being ill, okay she knows everyone hates being ill, but she absolutely loathes it. It’s actually for totally unselfish reasons in a way, it has nothing to do with the fact that she struggles to talk with a raspy voice, or that she sneezes and blows her nose so often that she has to walk around with a tiny tin of Vaseline in her pocket. It isn’t even about the migraine she usually gets that even painkillers and a full two litres of water don’t get rid of. No, it’s about all the things she can’t do and all the people she can’t look after when she’s ill.
First there is Jason who gets so angsty if his routine isn’t followed, if the right meal isn’t served up at the right time on the right day, because fish and chip night can only ever be a Thursday, “the chippy is far too busy on a Friday, Auntie Serena, and they just don’t prepare everything to the same standard.”
Second is her ward, the one she’s in charge of. With junior doctors and F1s and F2s who rely on her calmness to help them, to guide the, to make them better doctors. To show them the ropes, to talk them through a new procedure or operation and to just be that firm solid figure at the end of a day when everything seems to have gone so wrong no matter what they’ve done. Shes had years of days like that, they aren’t any easier than they were, but she knows how to cope with them now in a way the younger doctors don’t yet but will learn to.
Lastly, it’s her patients. The thing about AAU is that as much as the trauma bay will often pull her into surgery unexpectedly, there is also a number of patients who have scheduled operations, operations that she is needed to perform.
So, when she wakes up at 5am in the morning three weeks before Christmas, shivering despite the warmth of their bedroom only to be overtaken by a fit of sneezes she curses, she can’t afford to be ill not now.
“Rena…” comes the sleepy voice from the other side of the bed as the covers shift and Bernie slowly sits up, her hair sleep mused and messy.
“Go back to sleep darling, it’s your day off,” Serena says gently because Bernie has worked for the past five days straight and deserves to sleep in, she’d been home three house late last night due to a multi car pileup on the motorway that had pulled her into surgery just minutes before handover. It sounds genuine enough, but she knows there is no way Bernie will listen when as she finishes speaking her body is racked with a sudden coughing fit, so classic for her if she managed to catch a winter cold.
“I’m awake now sweetheart, you know I would have probably woken you up to make you coffee before your shift anyway. As I happens you aren’t going anywhere today, but I am going to go downstairs and make you a lemsip.” I’ll be back in a second. Bernie leans down and presses a kiss to the top of her head, and she snuggles into it, loving how openly affectionate Bernie is when they are alone. She can only stare unashamedly as Bernie climbs out of bed and walks, naked, to the door where she grabs her dressing gown and wraps it around herself before quietly leaving the bedroom, knowing only too well not to wake Jason.
Serena uses the time to use the en-suite, almost grabs for a packet of paracetamol before she remembers not to because she’ll get all she’s allowed from the lemsip Bernie is making her. Instead grabs the Vicks vapour rub and the little tin of Vaseline that she’ll need and places them on her bedside table before herself grabbing her dressing gown off the back of the door, putting it on before sliding back under the covers back propped against the headboard. Just as she’s settled Bernie comes back in the room, using her back to push against the door, arms carrying a tray laden with cups and a light breakfast.
She places the tray on Serena’s own bedside table and hands her the lemsip, smell unmistakable even if it is slightly lessened by her awful, blocked nose. Placing a kiss on top of her head before pulling away. Grabbing her own cup of coffee and sliding back into bed next to Serena and placing her arm gently around her. Serena snuggles in close, feels cold whereas Bernie always seems to feel warm.
“I rang Hanssen and told him you wouldn’t be in work today.” Bernie reassures her, but Serena is quick to argue.
“I’m fine to work,” she protests before her body betrays her. Bernie takes her cup just in time as she starts to sneeze again, just manages to stop her sloshing the liquid all over the bed.
“And how exactly do you think you are going to do surgery when you have a sneezing or coughing fit multiple times every hour?” Bernie asks gently, no malice at all in her voice, only concern.
“I, I don’t know, but Miss Williams is scheduled for surgery today, and you know as well as I do that if she doesn’t get that surgery today, she may not make it home for Christmas.” And Bernie knows Serena will try and put everyone before herself, hates letting her patients or her Holby family down.
“Which is why I’ve already told Hanssen I’ll go in and perform the surgery, it’s not something I’ve done as much as you, but it is a procedure I’m familiar with. I’ve also told him I’ll be on call for the day if he needs it.” Bernie says now handing Serena drink back to her.
Serena takes another sip, of the still very hot liquid before replying. “But today is meant to be your day off, you’ve worked far too much overtime the past few days anyway, you need a rest too.” Serena says worry lacing her raspy voice. Hates that Bernie is having to do this because of her.
“Sweetheart, please stop that trail of thought,” Bernie says giving her one of her no nonsense looks that she images had men quivering when she was in the army. “I’m not doing it because I have to, I’m doing it because I care about you and want you to rest and get better, and besides I’ve got three more days off after today. Please just let me do this so you can get yourself better.”
Serena relents and thirty minutes later Bernie is once again kissing her atop of the head as she says goodbye. As Serena herself snuggles into the hot water bottle Bernie has made her, safe in the knowledge that apart from to use the bathroom she doesn’t have to leave the bed, Bernie has placed everything she might need on her bedside table.
Serena falls asleep quickly once Bernie is gone, she still feels guilty about the fact she’s gone but the biological need for sleep to help her get better wins.
When she wakes a fair few hours later the house smells unmistakably like Bernie’s cooking. She glances at the alarm clock only to realise it’s been over five hours since Bernie left the house and that she’s performed Miss Williams’ surgery and already returned home.
Serena lies there content for a few minutes before a coughing fit pulls at her lungs, has her sitting up and reaching for the bottle of water that Bernie had placed on her bedside table that morning.
It’s as if Bernie has some sort of innate sense because not two minutes later, she once again pushes into the room arms carrying a tray, only this time she’s still dressed in the shirt and trousers she’d put on to go to work that morning and they tray is instead laden with two large bowls. Serena knows without asking that it’s Bernie’s butternut squash soup. She watches as Bernie places the tray on her own bedside table this time, Serena’s still too full of everything else and leans over to kiss the top of her head before she sits on the bed before handing her a steaming bowl of golden yellow soup.
“Thank you,” Serena says genuinely grateful for her girlfriend who always goes above and beyond to look after her when she’s poorly, whose soup is like some sort of magic that always make her feel so much better.
“You’re welcome, I know how much you like this when you are poorly. Know it’s about the only thing you can stomach, and thanks to that soup maker you brought me last Christmas is doesn’t take me long at all to make a batch. And before you ask the surgery went well, Miss Williams is most definitely on track to be home for Christmas.” Bernie says smiling at Serena gently.
“I love you,” is the only reply that feels right for Serena, because it’s the only words that she feels show Bernie how grateful she is for her.
“I love you too,” Bernie says back, bending down to kiss the top of her head once again, something she always loves Bernie doing when she’s feeling rubbish. “Now eat up before it goes cold, it’ll make you feel better, you and I both know it. Then maybe we can cuddle together and watch a movie.” And that’s exactly what they spend the rest of the day doing and Serena is definitely grateful that by so miracle the red phone must stay silent as Bernie isn’t pulled back into work and instead gets to stay snuggled in bed with her. Serena still HATES being ill, but she can’t help but be thankful that she has someone to look after her and truly her make her feel better.
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The @berenaadvent prompt of the day is ‘moving’, which I took as inspiration for a story about moving in together - or rather, already having moved in together…
<1k, rated T, no warnings, fluff
My other Berena Advent fics:
Matchmaking - Drunk - Silhouette - Lingerie - Distance - Snowstorm - Hot Chocolate - Flipflops
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Berena Advent 2023 day 23. Prompt: Heater
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Berena Advent 2023 Day 22: Moving
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