Notes: Inspired by the Ray/Neela scene in "Here and There". Just a little snapshot. Ray's POV. Rewritten because of stupid "no second person fics" rule. If you want the original, e-mail me (address is in my profile) and I'll be happy to send it to you.
Rating: FRT (Fan Rated suitable for Teens and over)
Content Warning: None
Spoilers: Any episode so far is fair game, but specific spoilers for "Here and There".
Disclaimer: ER and its characters are the property of Michael Crichton, John Wells, Amblin Entertainment and Constant C Productions. No infringement intended, please don't sue, yadda yadda yadda. Italicised dialogue taken directly from "Here and There". I don't own it, either.
Beauty and
the Spark
© 2005, By: Ash Carroll (a.k.a. ShadowDiva)
Neela glances up at him as Brett heads into the bathroom. He sends her a small smile as the one she'd forced into place disappears from her lips.
Congratulations, Barnett, you've done it again.
He half-rolls his eyes as she steps away. "I'm sorry."
She crosses the room and snaps off the radio. "I'm getting used to finding random rockers passed out in our living room."
Her fuse blows like a firecracker. Oh yeah. She's pissed.
He watches as she squats to collect a pile of newspapers. "Brett's cool, okay? He's a good guy, and maybe you should get to know him a little."
She carts the newspapers to the kitchen table. "No thanks."
She looks over at him briefly, and he can't help thinkng that she's hot when she's annoyed. She's hot even when she isn't, but when her dark eyes start burning and she threatens to go up like a firecracker, he can't resist. He wonders if he subconsciously baits her so she'll blow up at him.
Judging from the amount of times she's blown up at him lately, he thinks there might be some truth to that.
He grabs a cup of coffee and steps out of her way, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye; he likes watching her move. "Well, you might like him."
She stops next to him for half a beat. "Does he have a job?"
He doesn't, and he decides it's better not to tell her that. So he sidesteps the question. "Well, I think he likes you-"
She's still walking back and forth, cleaning things up, and he's still watching her move with an odd fascination.
"-and I know how hard it is to meet new people in the city-"
He follows her, but she makes an abrupt turn that leaves him face to face with her, forcing their bodies to meet with a slight bump. And that's when he feels the spark.
"- 'specially in the winter time -"
The rest of his thought is lost and the words die in his throat as he gazes down at her for an all-too-brief moment and absently wonders if her hair feels as soft as it looks. But she's shaking her head at him in a way that means business before his hand can reach up to find out.
His answer will have to wait.
It's just as well; he's never been this close to a firecracker before and he's definitely starting to feel the heat.
"I guess I'll shut up now."
He turns away as he waits for Brett to come out of the bathroom so he can get back in.
He's going to need a cold shower to stop the burn.
The End