Title: Special Delivery
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: General
Pairing: Ethan/Rox
Summary: Rox hasn't seen Ethan since that morning she woke up to him in her bed. And it's slowly driving her insane.
Author's Note: This is a follow up to "Rox"/"Ethan". I don't know how many chapters it'll be but I'm hoping between 8-10. This will contain slight spoilers for 3x13, but it also diverges from canon in that Rox isn't actually at Angels when all the shit goes down. So the timeline is slightly altered. I hope you guys enjoy!
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Rox was frustrated. No, scratch that, she was infuriated. And mad and upset and overwhelmed. And if she was being honest. She was also a little bit heart broken.
She had been so excited when she had woken up to find Ethan laying next to her. His arms wrapped around her tight, his eyes soft in the early morning light. He had told her that he would never leave her. That he was there for her.
And then. He had kissed her.
And boy had that been one hell of a kiss. In fact, if she hadn't been completely unable to move, she probably would have removed every last item of his uniform and had her way with him right then and there. Hospital regulations be damned.
But unfortunately, she hadn't been able too.
So instead, she had settled for kissing him back. Gently, yet deeply, and she had hoped that she was pouring all of the emotion into the kiss that she had hoped.
He had pulled back after a few minutes and told her to rest. That he would be there when she woke up. That he would always be there.
But when her eyes had opened once again a few hours later, he was gone.
She had tried not to cry. She had tried so hard to be strong. But then Emo had appeared at her side and she told her that something had happened. Something bad. That Ethan was needed in LA and that he had had to go.
She had simply nodded her head before closing her eyes once more. She wanted nothing more than to curl back up in his arms and forget the world.
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That had been ten days ago and she hadn't had any contact with Ethan since. No phone calls. No text messages. No smoke signals. Nothing.
She was mad at him. Very, very mad. But she was also a little heart broken.
It seemed as though he had simply forgotten about her.
Emo had reassured her that none of that was true. And his father had reminded her over and over again that Ethan was simply doing his job. That his people needed him.
She had wanted to shout at Martin that she needed him more.
But she had refrained. Instead she had followed doctor's orders. She had started PT. She had started OT. She had followed their dietary guidelines. She had gotten the recommended 8-10 hours of sleep a night.
But she still felt broken.
She still felt lost.
And all she wanted was him.
"Special delivery." She heard Emo's voice before she saw her and she let out a sigh. She really wasn't in the mood for visitors right now.
"Go away." She growled out.
She was set to be discharged the next day and while she would have to continue all of her hard work back at Angels, she was thankful to get out of this hellhole.
At least then she'd be closer to Ethan.
Much, much closer.
"Don't be rude Roxane." Emo's voice was stern, but slightly playful, and she rolled her eyes before turning toward the door.
She was shocked by what she saw.
"Who are those for?" Her eyes were wide at the sight of the giant bouquet of multi-colored flowers in her aunt's arms. She was surprised she was even able to carry it it was so big.
"You." She stated simply.
Rox watched as she set the vase down on the small table with a smile.
"Who are they from?" She reached forward, pulling her body toward the edge of the bed as she reached out for the card.
"Don't know." Emo shrugged her shoulders and Rox couldn't help but roll her eyes once more. Of course she knew who they were from.
"Liar." She spat back, yanking the card from it's spot in the small plastic holder.
She ripped the envelop open and pulled the small violet card out. She expected to see the names of her co-workers at the firehouse. Maybe her fellow EMTs and fire fighters from back home. Or even the names of her family back at Angels. Jesse and Leanne and the residents. But none of those names were listed. Not a single one. Instead it held two simple words and a simple letter and she felt her entire heart shatter.
Sorry Love.
-E
She felt the tears prick to her eyes as she re-read the card over and over and over again.
He had sent her flowers. He had felt bad for leaving her. He was apologizing and telling her he loved her and signing his name. He hadn't forgotten about her. He hadn't written her off.
"Oh Ethan." She sobbed out, her hands coming up to cover her mouth as she let out a strangled whimper.
She missed him so much. So much more than she ever thought possible.
"I should have known." Emo's voice was soft as she moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Don't lie." Rox whispered as she leaned against the older woman. "You knew they were from him."
"I suspected." She whispered back, wrapping her arm around her shoulders gently. "He's a good man Rox."
"He's the best." She couldn't help the words from slipping from her lips.
She wished that he was here with her. That he had been able to deliver the flower to her himself. That he was the one holding her right now, not Emo. But alas, he was not.
Instead he was back in LA, probably working harder than he had in a long time.
And she was determined that she was going to get back to him as soon as humanly possible.
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