A/N Greetings fellow fic-goers, I had this serene idea for a new fic, so, as of now, I will be working on TWO fics at once, while managing college, a life, and all other necessary means of living. Of course, reviews are greatly valued. I hang on to your every word in the event you should hang on to mine. Okay, onward!

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Chapter One: Bad News

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A voice crackles to life over the loudspeaker that echoes through the halls of the Peach Creek Medical Hospital.

Paging Doctor D, your assistance is required on floor three, room forty-nine regarding open heart surgery. I repeat, Doctor D, report to floor three, room forty-nine.

The loudspeaker blipped to silence, but only for a moment.

Cut to floor three, room forty-nine. A white-coated individual, average height but slim in frame places a surgical mask over his face, prepared to replace the lower-left ventricle of a fifty-something year old business man, of which who's heart suffered a major collapse, a courtesy of his poor diet and lack of regular exercise. The man was still conscience, he looked up warily. He had a receding hairline, and deep wrinkles brought upon by years and years of smoking Cuban cigars.

"Am I gonna be alright, Doc?" The man muttered, looking up at his surgeon hopefully. A mask was placed on him now, only this was to deliver a strong dose of anesthesia. The doctor smiled warmly behind his mask.

"It will be as if you had an excellent nights rest that revived your heart," the doctor reassured.

"Thank…you…" The man slurred. The anesthesia was already beginning to take effect.

"Don't thank me," he said, "thank the miracles of science."

But the man was already in a deep sleep. The doctor looked at him a moment, then turned to the nurses who waited eagerly by his side.

"Alright, people, let's save a life today, hmm?" he encouraged, and the team began its work.

Cut to New York City, in a very tall, rather arrogant building near time square. A short, stocky little man sat at his dramatically large granite desk, nearly spitting into his phone.

"What do you mean you couldn't get the shares?! I don't pay you duds forty-fucking-five dollars an hour to sit around with your heads up your asses. Get back to work, now, or I'll sue your for every quarter you've got--"

He paused momentarily

"--DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T DO, YOU WORK FOR ME, DAMNIT! DON'T BOTHER CALLING ME BACK UNLESS YOU GET THOSE SHARES!" He slammed the phone down then heaved it at the glossy white walls, just inches from a pricy statue of an exotic, nude woman. It shattered into several chunky pieces

At that moment, a young lady entered the room wearing an unnervingly short mini-mini skirt shakily holding a cardboard-armored Latte.

"Your, uhm, coffee, sir?" She stammered. He turned to her, his face beat-red from nearly swallowing the telephone whole.

"Ah, Kathy, just what I needed, more caffeine to fuel my hyperactive impulses, thank you," He said, the sarcasm flying over her head.

"Kristy, sir," she corrected in a light voice. The man greedily snatched the coffee, and sipped for a moment, lost in the scheme of things, his mind producing his net-profits for that hour. He snapped back to reality

"Your still standing around, Karen?! Take the afternoon off, I'm sick of seeing your face today,"

"Sir," she started, then gave him a sultry look, "I think it's time for a…raise." She glanced at the closed--locked--doorway behind her, and returned to meet his gaze.

"Well," he parted his lips in a sly smile. "Shall we discuss this atop my desk?!"

"Oh, but, sir, your papers!" She gasped in a mock woe-is-me voice.

"Papers, shmaypers. Come to papa!" He growled.

Cut to San Fransisco, the Institute of Fine Arts, the Ballet Room on floor two. A dance teacher--with an oddly tall and haunchy build for wearing tights-- circles his students clutching the barr.

"Plie," pause, "plie," pause, "plie," pause, "I am getting chills at your improvement, Morgan. You too, Antoine," he beamed at his students with praise.

"Well done, guys. Go home and practice your pointe till your little toes fall apart--and don't forget your vegetables!"

The dance students giggled at their professor's comments as they exited, and the teacher entered his office, and picked up his Warlock of the 8th Dimension: Platinum Edition comic, and sat, chuckled at the detailed graphics of blood and gore he admired so dearly.

His attention averted when he saw a flash out of his peripherals, an un-opened e-mail in his inbox displayed on his moniter. The subject declared: Urgent Message.

He clicked the message, and though it took him several minutes to read the rather short e-mail, his eyes widened in shock. Shaking, he glanced at the phone on his desk. He reached for it, and made a call he hadn't made in several weeks, though the number came instantly from memory, as if he had just dialed it minutes ago…

"Peach Creek, uhm, Medical Hospital," The receptionist said dully on the other line.

"Uhm, Hullo, may I please speak to Doub-uh, Doctor D?"

"He like just got out of heart surgery with a patient and may not be accepting calls at this time, or whatever. May I ask who's calling?"

"This is Ed, he'll know."

"OHMIGOD, ED! It's Nazz! Oh, wow, I haven't heard from you in, like, forever! Definetely, right away, I'll get him on the phone ASAP! Stay on the line!"

Ed, despite the recent news he had just uncovered, was delighted to hear a familiar voice. Though he was a bit nervous to hear his hatted friends'.

"Your kidding? It is?" The familiar voice seemed to say to someone else on the line. "UNreal!--Oh! Hello?! Doctor D speaking! Ed?"

"Double D!" Ed's heart panged with recognition

"ED! Oh, my, it's so good to hear from you, are you doing alright? How's San Fran!"

"I'm okay. Actually, Double D, iunno. I needed to get ahold of you, and, Eddy. Something real bad happened. I'm coming back to Peach Creek."

"Oh?" Double D's voice flooded with concern. "Hang on a moment, I'm getting Eddy on the line."

A very out-of breath Eddy answered.

"I'M BUSY," he gasped between breaths "AT THE MOMENT, HARRY."

"Uhm…Eddy?"

The phone dropped on Eddy's end.

"Get off, you heard me, take the afternoon off, I'll see you mond--HEY THAT TICKLES YOU NAUGHTY GIRL! Out! OUT!--Oh, still there?!"

"Hello, Eddy, how's business," Double D giggled on the other end.

"…Effective…" He replied.

"Hiya, Eddy."

"Lumpy, You're on the line too?"

"Yup."

"Great, let's all paint each other's toenails and give facials," Eddy said, then laughed. "How's it goin, guys?"

"Actually, Eddy, Ed says he has something urgent to discuss."

"Fire away."

"Eddy, can you come to Peach Creek? It's really really really really important, I swear…"

"Eh. Hang on," A shuffling of papers was heard, then the clammor for the phone, "I think I can get away for a few days. You okay big guy?"

"It's bad, Eddy."

"Okay. I'll book a red-eye and get there as soon as possible. Your place okay, Double D?"

"Your always welcome. I'm not off shift at the hospital till 3 a.m. But just let yourself in if you arrive before me. You too, Ed."

Ed was almost sobbing. "Thanks, guys…"

"Alright, see you two tonight, I must go check on my patient…"

"Sayonara, ladies,"

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