TITLE: Reverie
NOTES: I was supposed to be studying for an exam when this idea came to me. Enjoy, please leave comments. It might be a stand-alone, or I might write a corresponding Carter chapter. Just let me know what you think! Thanks!
She was sitting on the sofa when he walked in, looking like death warmed over. His hair had lost all shape and was now haphazardly spiky. Having been home for hours, she was now just sitting on the sofa, immersed in her book and a big mug of hot tea. As the door opened, however, she looked up to see him enter her small apartment and immediately grew concerned.
"You okay?" She asked as he set his saddle bag on a chair in the kitchen and made his way towards her.
"I've been better." He responded. "I lost four patients in one shift. The last one was a four year old hit and run. She came in responsive and alert and I thought she was okay, but she crashed on the way up to surgery and we couldn't get her back."
He reached the sofa and practically collapsed. She reached up and squeezed his shoulder and he laid down, resting his head in her lap. She set her book down on the nearby table and reached down with one hand and gently stroked his head. He took her other hand and after kissing it, held it on top of his own chest.
"We should go somewhere. Nothing too crazy. Just for a week or so. I think we could both use a vacation."
"I thought being chief resident meant you have to actually work. You sure take a lot of vacations." She joked and ruffled his hair.
"Someplace tropical maybe?" He pretended not to hear her. "The water's warm down there this time of year, you know. And you really should give scuba diving a chance. Or at least snorkeling. Come on, you never take real vacations."
"That's because my vacations usually involve flying across the country gathering my family back together."
"See, that's why you need a new perspective."
"I'll think about it." She finally agreed, playfully covering his eyes with her hand.
"Mmm." He smirked as she removed her hand and he shut his eyes, exhausted by the day's events.
"Are you hungry?"
"Mmm."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Mmm."
"You know this incoherent mumbling shit is really starting to piss me off." He opened his eyes and smiled at her fake dismay. She looked down at him and smiled, unable to stay mad at him for very long. She bent her head down and their lips met gently at first, then becoming more aggressive as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. "Mmm."
She awoke suddenly, darted out of her slumber by a noise on the dim television. She looked around her apartment, confused for a moment. She was lying on the sofa, but she was all alone. A book rested in her lap and she shook her head and picked it up, being careful to mark the page she was on before setting it on her coffee table. Looking around her apartment, she noticed a difference in the setting which she had been remembering only several moments before. Her kitchen table, which had seemed to have flowers on it, was instead decorated with unread newspapers from the past two weeks. Standing up, she realized it had just been a dream. She looked towards the answering machine, but the light did not flash, staying dim instead. She stood up, testing her legs and stretching out her back all at once. With one final sweep of the room, she hesitantly made her way into her bedroom, shutting off the light as she went.