Title: Dreams
Type: Fan Fiction
Genre: Drama-ish, but mostly fluff (because fluff gets its own category...)
Word count: 1579
Pairing: Derek/Angie, and if you squint, you could interprete Tyler/Leslie... -coughs-
Rating: K+
Summary: On a daily night round, Dr. Derek Stiles is asleep in the staff lounge. Waking up from a nightmare, he goes on a walk - just to be scolded by his nurse.
Disclaimer: Trauma Center belongs to Atlus, for if I owned it, there would be massive amounts of Derek/Angie -shot'd-
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"I'm very sorry... Modern medicine just hasn't advanced enough to treat a disease like this."
From the corner of the room, his eyes lingered onto the doctor talking to his mother. He had no clue on what the doctor was saying – it was probably about his dad, and how he was going to be better. Yeah, Dad's gonna be better… He attempted to give himself reassurance. "You have my condolences…" The doctor walked away to finish his rounds, a grim look on his face – one of sadness and sorrow. His mom turned around, and slowly made her way towards him, tears sliding down her cheeks. He got up quickly, and approached his mother. "Mom…? Why are you crying…? Dad's okay, right?" He asked, his eyes full of hope and light. She stared down at her son, before even more tears flooded down her cheeks, and took him in a full embrace. He was a bit surprised at her actions, as he felt the hot, salty tears soak the sleeve of his shirt. He gently pulled away facing his mother. "He's gonna get better, right?" She sobbed through her sentence, as she attempted to tell her son the truth. The boy blinked, nearly catching on what she was getting at. He felt his own tears well up in his eyes, but he refused to let them drop - a false hope still coursing through him. "B-But... Why isn't Dad getting better...?" He wanted to believe his Dad was going to get better. So he could play ball with him, and talk about all the things he had done at school, and have dinner with him and mom again. So they could act like one big happy family... He ran out from the watch of his mother. He barreled down the hall way, just catching the doctor that was leaving for the next floor. "You can fix him! You just gotta!... He's my dad!" He shouted at the doctor, even more tears welling up in his eyes with each word. The doctor turned around, the same grim look on his face. "...I'm sorry son... No doctor in the world could save your father from this." The news had hit Derek Stiles. His father had died to an incurable disease.
"Derek... I-I-I'm sorry... your father..."
"Derek..."
"D-Dad!"
Derek sits up rather quickly, sweat dripping from his fore head. It was just a dream, a horrible dream that was. He narrows his eyes, attempting to get a better look at where he was, but realizes his glasses aren't on. He outstretches a hand, before touching the familiar feeling of the rim of his glasses. His hand goes back to his face, and he slips the pair of spectacles on.
Blinking a couple of times, he realizes he was on a couch. Or to be more certain, the couch of… Caduceus USA.
Oh great, he fell asleep at work again – Angie wasn't going to be happy about that.
Speaking of work… What was he doing here?
He glances around, noticing it was dark out. Oh right, he was on duty for the rest of the night, so he took a nap and had told Angie to wake him up if a problem had arose. And if he was at work, it would mean he would be in his Caduceus surgeon uniform.
Just to be sure that he wasn't dreaming, he takes a quick look. Instead of meeting with the familiar blue, he had come to face… pink.
No… His uniform wasn't pink… Not another dream… Not another dream.
He quickly figures out it was just a blanket.
Wait a minute.
… Angie's blanket.
A tinge of red appears on his cheeks, as he gently peels the blanket off to find he still had his uniform on. No use in sleeping again, he usually couldn't after a dream like this.
He stands up, stretching a bit before leaving the staffs lounge.
After folding the blanket neatly up, and silently thanking Angie for watching out for him.
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Dreams, such a mysterious thing. One minute, he could be dreaming about running through a field of flowers, while chasing a certain some one. To the next where a giant paraskevi flies from out of the sea of flowers and (attempts) eats her alive.
It would usually turn out Derek jumps onto the giant paraskevi and saves Angie from her doom – but that's another story.
He fiddles with the rim of his glasses, while staring up at the brightly, glowing moon in the sky. His thoughts swirl around his life so far. From the first time he vowed to become a doctor so no one else could die of an incurable disease, to where he met Mary, Dr. Kasal and the rest of the Hope Hospital staff. Then to when he first met Angie Thompson, his faithful nurse to this day, and then finding out he has the 'healing touch'; a power that could do the impossible in saving people… To where he first joined Caduceus… Then to the battles against GUILT…
"Dr. Stiles?"
His thoughts were interrupted, as a soft voice chimes into his mind. He panics, nearly swatting his glasses over the balcony he was on. He claims the arm of his glasses, and quickly puts them on, facing furious emerald eyes.
"A-A-Angie…!"
"You know you shouldn't be outside with out a jacket. We couldn't afford to be a surgeon short due to a cold."
She lectures, almost glaring at Derek; but he could see the softness in her eyes. He grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Y-Yeah, I know. I'm sorry…"
He apologizes, before returning his gaze to the ebony sky. Angie simply shakes her head, some times she worried that the young doctor would get in over his head one day. She moves forward, standing beside him. Her hand places itself on the balcony sill, as she follows his gaze to the sky.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is…"
She starts a bit of small talk, but earns the silence she had attempted to avoid. As her green eyes continue to stare at the crescent moon, she felt his chocolate eyes linger onto her.
"Say, what were you doing out here any ways?"
Derek asks, curiosity getting the best of him. She shifts uncomfortably, a small, but yet visible smile on her face. She takes in a breath, attempting to figure out that answer herself.
"I-I was worried about you… When I found that you were not fast asleep on staff couch…"
"Worried? Angie Thompson worried about me?"
He questions, before chuckling quietly. She found herself almost glaring at him, a twisted smile forming on her face, as she shoves him playfully. She pouts, folding her arms across her chest.
"Dr. Stiles! You know I couldn't afford to lose you!"
She nearly shouts at him, but raises her voice neither the less. He nearly falls off the balcony at what she said. His glasses slip off the bridge of his nose slightly, not expecting that response.
"Y-You… couldn't afford… to… lose me…?"
He repeats, trying to soak in what she said to him. She (finally) realizes the mistake she had made, before turning around, blushing a furious crimson. She needed to distract herself with something else, something other than this moment, something other then… Derek.
"I-I-I mean w-w-we couldn't afford to lose y-you in C-Caduceus…"
Her voice was cracking under the pressure, and she was terribly flustered at the moment. Derek felt his cheeks heating up with every word, he knew she was lying – or trying to cover up what she had said earlier. He didn't know what to say at the moment, as his emotions took control of his body, and he approaches her. Not exactly acting like himself, he wraps his arms around her, so her blonde hair would be touching his chest, and his chin propping on the top of her nurse's cap.
"D-Derek…?"
She squeaks quietly, stealing a glance up at him. His hand sneaks it way up, and a finger is placed on her lips – hushing Angie.
"Shh."
He mumbles, holding her a tad tighter. Angie felt her cheeks turn a darker shade of red, as her muscles relax under Derek's hold. She could feel his warm breath, against the top of her head. She slightly leans back, cuddling under him.
They continued to stay like this for the next few minutes or so, until commotion was heard from inside.
"D-Dr. Chase! D-Don't fall asleep like that!"
"O-Ow! I-I'm sorry Leslie! I-I-I didn't mean too, d-don't kick me again!"
Derek raises a brow, while Angie giggles quietly. Tyler must have fallen asleep at the desk again, and Nurse Leslie 'accidentally' kicked him awake. This was a good indication that the next group was ready to take over for the night, and Derek and Angie could go for a break.
Angie glances back up at Derek, to see he was smiling, still holding her tightly in his grasp.
"Ah… S-Should we go back…?"
"S-Sure…"
Derek slowly releases her, and rubs the back of his head sheepishly once more. Angie regains her composure, as she shifts around to face the doctor.
"I'm going to make a quick round; before going on my break. Make sure you come back inside quickly, Dr. Stiles."
She warns, before heading back in, a slight skip to her step. Derek chuckles to himself. Angie would always be by his side to care for him. Even though, he did notice one thing.
She didn't wear a jacket herself.