This isn't what Charlie had planned for the day. At all. He planned for a quick five kilometer run, followed by a shower, then lunch with his coworker, before family dinner at his parent's.

Instead of a nice, quiet jog, he hears the sound of a car crash over his music. He pulls his headphones out of his ears as he looks around for the crash. He only has to face the street to see where a sports car has rear-ended the car in front of it.

Charlie slips his phone from the arm band and promptly calls 999. He checks both ways before he crosses the road. The driver of the first car is grumbling as they get out of their car. He turns his attention to the second driver, who still hasn't attempted to get out of their car.

He's surprised that the car door isn't bent out of shape, since the front end of the sports car is in ruins. He opens the door. The blond driver is unconscious, and Charlie's training kicks in. He checks for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when it's a strong, steady beat.

He doesn't have time to do more when the EMTs show up with the ambulances. They give him a confused look when they recognize him.

"Some freaky coincidence," he explains, as he moves back to give them room. "He's got a stable pulse. I didn't get further than that."

Within a few short minutes, the EMTs have the blond on a stretcher and are loading him into the ambulance. Charlie doesn't hesitate in climbing in the back. He doesn't have to; it's not his job, but there's something about the blond. He needs to know he'll be okay.

St Mungo's coffee is somehow worse than the firehouse coffee, which is a wonder in and of itself because firehouse coffee is terrible. He's debating another cup when he hears moving.

He glances up at the other man. Draco looks so much like his father that Charlie would have to live under a rock not to know him. It definitely explained the flashy sport car.

Draco shifts, and then groans.

"Back in the land of the living, are we?" Charlie asks amused.

Obviously startled, the blond snaps his attention towards Charlie. He can tell when the memory of what happens hits Draco; his eye widen and the heart monitor quickens.

"Well, it seems like your memory is intact. The doctors are worried about a concussion," Charlie says.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

The redhead shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I couldn't quite help myself, really. I heard the crash, and I went to make sure everyone was okay. The other driver is fine, but you were unconscious. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I—Thanks," Draco says, clearing his throat.

"So, how'd you end up crashing?"

A blush creeps up his cheeks, sputtering before falling quiet. When Charlie meets the his eyes, he can see that he's torn between the telling the truth or not.

"Come on, it can't be that bad," Charlie says, rolling his eyes as he all but dares the man to explain himself.

Draco shifts, looking defiantly at the redhead. Then he looks at Charlie with a steely resolve, but his blush doesn't go away. "You."

"Excuse me?"

"I got hypnotised by you. I mean, who wouldn't when you're—" he gestures to Charlie. "I obviously didn't know that the car stopped until I hit it."

Charlie can't help it; he laughs. "Well, that's definitely a first."

"Surprising, given that shirt," Draco retorts.

"What? There's nothing wrong with my shirt!" he exclaims, affronted, glancing down to examine it himself. His white shirt has long since dried from his sweat.

The blond raises his eyebrow at Charlie. "You seriously see nothing wrong with your shirt?"

Charlie frowns. "No?"

Draco changes tactics. "What is it that you do? It looks like you could cut glass with your abs. Not that it's impressive or anything."

"Clearly," Charlie agrees, amused. He can't quite fight the blush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm a firefighter. I also happen to be free tomorrow night."

"That'll be acceptable," the blond says, a smirk playing on his lips.

He hands Draco his phone. "Put your number in and we can decide what to do later. As much as I would be happy to stay here, I have a family dinner to go to."

The other man takes his phone and punches in his contact information. He offers the phone back with a "see you."

Charlie walks out of the emergency room with a grin. Then he groans as he realizes that his car is still at the firehouse. It'll be a long trip, but getting into the ambulance earlier was the best decision he's made in a while.

Scavenger hunt: Write about Your OTP

Meet cute

Serpent day: Urutu- (setting) St. Mungo's

Gobstones: red stone - health; accuracy - (word) shape, power - (word) memory, technique - (song) "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John [so don't misunderstand me/ you put the light in my life/ you put the sparks to the flames/ I've got your heart in my sights]

Character Appreciation: (Location) St Mungo's

Disney challenge: The Sultan - Word Set: Hypnotised/short/happy

Book club: Dayna Jurgens - (action) flirting, (object) glass, (word) defiance

Showtime: No Good Deed - (word) Attention

Buttons: headphones, dare, Brave by Sara Bareilles [but I wonder what would happen if you/ say what you wanna say/ and let the words fall out/ Honestly I wanna see you be brave]

Insane: 215 - AU - Muggle

365: 354. Word - Memory

Liza's Love: Ward 8 - Write about someone in a hospital/institution ward

Writing month: 808