Alright guys, I'm trying something a little different with this one. Normally I don't really use my life as such a direct inspiration for my writing, but today I was in a situation that I thought would make a perfect AU for these two. So here you go.
Also I had no intention of writing a multi chapter fic but I felt like there needed to be some background. Hope you enjoy!
Emma Swan found herself springing out of bed before her obscenely early alarm even went off. Ordinarily hours in a primary care clinic didn't excite her. She had gone to medical school with the plan to do psychiatry from day one and as a fourth year medical student interviewing for her residency anything that wasn't psych was not getting her full attention. There was always plenty of psych involved in primary care, of course, but she found that she was either getting in trouble for taking too long to see a patient or not satisfied that everything that could have been done to help the patients with their psychiatric issues had been done. But today she was assigned to a full afternoon of neuropsychological testing with amazing fellowship trained faculty.
She made herself a healthy well balanced breakfast and sat down with her laptop at her kitchen table to review all the tests normally given in a neuropsychiatric battery. She wanted to be prepared for the inevitable pimp questions her attendings would ask. She then showered and used her hair dryer to make her blonde tresses sit perfectly. Then she slipped into a feminine and professional, knee length, red dress with short sleeves and a black belt. Her standard professional dress shoe – black closed toe pumps – paired with the dress nicely. Her short white coat hanging delicately from the dry cleaner's hanger in her car and holding her black Littman Cardiology III stethoscope would round out the look perfectly.
Meanwhile, just down the hall of Emma's apartment building, Killian Jones was preparing himself for a day that he was considerably less excited about. He hated psychology when he had to take it as a prerequisite for medical school, and four years of medical school had done nothing to make him see it in a better light. Sitting around and talking about your feelings for hours or worse taking medications to adjust your moods simply made you a wimp in his book. To say the least he was dreading wasting a morning watching some shrinks give people questionnaires.
He decided to give himself an added energy boost for what he was sure would be a long day by waking up early enough to get in a light 5 mile run before showering. As per usual though, he had lost track of time running along the picturesque river trail and was now running late. By the time he finished a quick shower and threw on black slacks and a blue dress shirt with a black tie (mandatory) and black dress shoes, he barely had time to grab a chocolate Muscle Milk out of the fridge and scoop his white coat up from the heap he had left it in on his couch on his way out the door.
When Killian got to clinic Emma was already logged into the EMR checking the last notes for all their morning patients. She practically growled a good morning at him as stalked off to go see the first patient, who the medical assistant had just finished rooming. Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with her attitude today, he thought to himself.
He had noticed the blonde at the beginning of the first pre-matriculation class that the school had sponsored. He had immediately felt attracted to her. What red blooded male wouldn't? She was all long silky soft blonde locks, muscular long legs, and gorgeous green eyes. However, she had made it perfectly clear that she was not into him at all. He periodically tested the waters, but now-a-days it was mostly just to see if he could aggravate her. He had long since given up on her reciprocating any of his advances.
I can't believe he did it again, Emma growled internally. She despised Killian Jones more than almost anyone in their 250 person medical school class. From the outside he was a perfect catch, the outward appearance of the college star quarterback (which he was) and a 4.0 GPA. However, his cocky attitude was a major turnoff. She had unfortunately been stuck dealing with him since their pre-matriculation classes to get a jump on the medical school material. He had known almost all the musculoskeletal information from numerous kinesiology and anatomy classes in college (typical jock fare – in her humble opinion). Meanwhile, her hardcore biology and psychology dual major had not prepared her nearly as well for anatomy. Emma Swan was not a woman used to not out performing her peers in everything academic, so it had been really difficult to adjust. Besides, Killian just made everything he ever did look so effortless – acing exams in medical school without studying, running marathons, working insane hours on third year clerkships, and getting into the pants of any woman he wanted. It was infuriating really. And because he was such an "all-star" no one seemed to be in the least bit bothered by his constant tardiness, penchant for "slacking", and know-it-all attitude.
She huffed her way through the first visit internally while plastering a smile on her face for the older couple she was seeing. She was proud of her timing this time though. Hmmmm…. Maybe I should focus on hating him more often, she thought. But to her chagrin, when she caught up with the attending Killian was already midway through his stellar patient presentation. Their notoriously difficult attending didn't even have a pimp question for him. True to form, Killian winked at her as they turned to go see his patient leaving her in the hallway absentmindedly charting extraneous details to kill time.
The icy glare she shot him when they emerged from his patient's exam room was just one of many he experienced for the remainder of the morning. He had absolutely no idea what had set her off this time. Admittedly, he rarely understood what he did to set her off. He was convinced that a part of it was jealousy – for his academic success and because of his frequent female conquests – not that she would ever admit that.
For the remainder of the morning, they simply tried to stay on opposite ends of the clinic and out of each other's way. Needless to say they were both totally ready for space when lunch time rolled around.