Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 28, 2007 14:08:47 GMT -5
Amélie pulled up in the driveway of her house.
Lucas's car was there, which was good. He'd obviously let himself into her house... wait... how did that work?
She got out of the car and went into the house.
"Heya," he called from the living room.
"How'd you get in here?" she said, going into the living room and taking off her scarf and gloves.
"You left your key at my house and I figured you might need it," he smiled, coming over to her and wrapping his arms around her. "God, you're freezing."
"I am," she said, shivering slightly. "It's minus 4 out there."
"In Farenheit?"
"No idea," she said. "You Americans. I own an American car with a thermometer in Celsius. That is just weird."
"At least you drive on the right side of the road," he said, taking off her coat. "Amélie, you're like ice."
"I know," she moaned. "It's freezing."
"I'll make you some hot chocolate," he said, leading her into the kitchen.
As he boiled the kettle, he asked her, "How was your othopedic rotation?"
"Horrible," she said, sitting on the radiator to try and warm herself up. "Dr. Watson hates Jake and I now."
"What happened?"
"He made us clean up cast residue all day," she scowled. "Then we got out some tools and smashed it up while we were clearing it, and he caught us and yelled at us. I swear, we were cleaning empty casts all day."
Lucas smiled sympathetically. "You'll have a better time of it when you're on pathology."
"Can't wait," she said sarcastically. "Looking at dead bodies all of the time, no surgeries, not even any medicine..."
He grinned, amused. "Go and sit down and I'll bring this in to you."
She went into the living room and sank into the cushions on the couch. She was so exhausted. Thanks to Lucas, she'd gotten so little sleep in the past week.
Not that she minded, of course. It was only when she had a resident like Watson on her case that she minded about her tiredness. Eugh. He had such a God complex.
Her mind drifted to Adam.
"Oh, Lucas?" she called.
He came in, carrying a mug of cocoa for her. "Here you go, hopefully that will warm you up," he said, handing it to her and sitting down and putting his arm around her.
"Thanks," she said, blowing on it and sipping it.
"What were you going to say to me?" he asked.
"Oh... well, Jake thinks Adam fancies me," she mumbled.
"Jake said that?" he asked.
"Yeah," Amélie said. "I thought he was talking rubbish, and then he pointed out why he thought that."
"You're talking about all the compliments and the things he was saying to me, right?"
"Yes, and he started again today," she said, sipping more of her drink.
"It wouldn't surprise me if he did like you," Lucas said.
"Why?"
"Why wouldn't he?" he shrugged.
"Awww," she said, putting her mug down and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can't wait to get off this damn rotation. I've never met someone with a bigger God-complex than Watson. Grrr."
He laughed. "You just growled."
"I just growled," she grinned.
"What did Jake think of him?"
"Oh, he hates him as much as I do. I'm serious Lucas, he didn't even let us break any bones!"
Lucas laughed. "Aww. That must suck."
Amélie turned around on the couch and lay back, her head in Lucas's lap. "I was looking forward to setting bones."
"I loved that part of my internship," Lucas grinned. "Breaking bones... clearing up cast crap is also fun whenever you're angry."
"I discovered that," she chuckled, as he stroked her shoulders.
The long strokes his fingers were making on her shoulder were strangely hypnotic.
"Stop doing that," she smiled, not wanting him to stop at all. "I want to sleep tonight."
He kissed her forehead. "Fine. Do you want me to run you a bath?"
"Ooooh, you're being nice to me. No thanks, just keep stroking my shoulders."
"I thought you didn't want me to," he laughed.
"I do and I don't," she said. "You make the decision."
"I'll run you a bath," he decided. "And I'll join you."
Lucas's car was there, which was good. He'd obviously let himself into her house... wait... how did that work?
She got out of the car and went into the house.
"Heya," he called from the living room.
"How'd you get in here?" she said, going into the living room and taking off her scarf and gloves.
"You left your key at my house and I figured you might need it," he smiled, coming over to her and wrapping his arms around her. "God, you're freezing."
"I am," she said, shivering slightly. "It's minus 4 out there."
"In Farenheit?"
"No idea," she said. "You Americans. I own an American car with a thermometer in Celsius. That is just weird."
"At least you drive on the right side of the road," he said, taking off her coat. "Amélie, you're like ice."
"I know," she moaned. "It's freezing."
"I'll make you some hot chocolate," he said, leading her into the kitchen.
As he boiled the kettle, he asked her, "How was your othopedic rotation?"
"Horrible," she said, sitting on the radiator to try and warm herself up. "Dr. Watson hates Jake and I now."
"What happened?"
"He made us clean up cast residue all day," she scowled. "Then we got out some tools and smashed it up while we were clearing it, and he caught us and yelled at us. I swear, we were cleaning empty casts all day."
Lucas smiled sympathetically. "You'll have a better time of it when you're on pathology."
"Can't wait," she said sarcastically. "Looking at dead bodies all of the time, no surgeries, not even any medicine..."
He grinned, amused. "Go and sit down and I'll bring this in to you."
She went into the living room and sank into the cushions on the couch. She was so exhausted. Thanks to Lucas, she'd gotten so little sleep in the past week.
Not that she minded, of course. It was only when she had a resident like Watson on her case that she minded about her tiredness. Eugh. He had such a God complex.
Her mind drifted to Adam.
"Oh, Lucas?" she called.
He came in, carrying a mug of cocoa for her. "Here you go, hopefully that will warm you up," he said, handing it to her and sitting down and putting his arm around her.
"Thanks," she said, blowing on it and sipping it.
"What were you going to say to me?" he asked.
"Oh... well, Jake thinks Adam fancies me," she mumbled.
"Jake said that?" he asked.
"Yeah," Amélie said. "I thought he was talking rubbish, and then he pointed out why he thought that."
"You're talking about all the compliments and the things he was saying to me, right?"
"Yes, and he started again today," she said, sipping more of her drink.
"It wouldn't surprise me if he did like you," Lucas said.
"Why?"
"Why wouldn't he?" he shrugged.
"Awww," she said, putting her mug down and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can't wait to get off this damn rotation. I've never met someone with a bigger God-complex than Watson. Grrr."
He laughed. "You just growled."
"I just growled," she grinned.
"What did Jake think of him?"
"Oh, he hates him as much as I do. I'm serious Lucas, he didn't even let us break any bones!"
Lucas laughed. "Aww. That must suck."
Amélie turned around on the couch and lay back, her head in Lucas's lap. "I was looking forward to setting bones."
"I loved that part of my internship," Lucas grinned. "Breaking bones... clearing up cast crap is also fun whenever you're angry."
"I discovered that," she chuckled, as he stroked her shoulders.
The long strokes his fingers were making on her shoulder were strangely hypnotic.
"Stop doing that," she smiled, not wanting him to stop at all. "I want to sleep tonight."
He kissed her forehead. "Fine. Do you want me to run you a bath?"
"Ooooh, you're being nice to me. No thanks, just keep stroking my shoulders."
"I thought you didn't want me to," he laughed.
"I do and I don't," she said. "You make the decision."
"I'll run you a bath," he decided. "And I'll join you."
