Oh God! It's corny! This is what happens when I let random ideas pop into my brain! Review yada yada . . . I apollogise for any OCness and that stuff. Yeah on with the story part.

ThePhantomWolf: Disclaimer: I only own the plot(lessness) not the characters (be sweet if I did)

Fang: Nope Trauma Center belongs to those peoples . . . I forget who.

ThePhantomWolf: Atlus.

Fang: YES THEM!!!

Thump! Thump! Thump! The sound of someone banging on the door echoed down the hall.

"Hey, Angie! You in there?" The person called. She drew back to knock again when a man's face appeared from the doorway. His brown hair was its normal messy self, the chocolate eyes seemed slightly dulled, he looked tired. He adjusted his glasses and yawned.

"Shh! You're too loud Leslie." The man groaned. Leslie tilted her head to one side and smiled.

"Hi Dr. Stiles! How was Japan? Can I see Angie?" She asked. He looked in his and Angie's office and smiled, he looked back at Leslie and sighed.

"Sorry, Leslie, but Angie's busy. The name's Derek and Japan was . . . alot of work." He said.

"Neat! Wish I could've gone, but Angie busy? Never!"

"We got alot of paper work."

"You got back yesterday."

"Yep. Sucks, don't it?" Derek began to close the door but was too slow. Leslie squeezed in and darted to Angie's desk.

"Hey!" He started.

"AAN-mmf!" Leslie was cut off as Derek clamped a hand over her mouth. He glared at her disapprovingly. Leslie looked around the room, where was Angie? Derek waited until he was sure she wouldn't scream then released her.

"Quiet, geez! Angie's on the couch." He pointed at Angie's figure, curled up on the couch. Leslie ran over and giggled. Angie was curled in a ball, her head resting on her arm. Her other hand was close to her mouth, the girl mumbled something in her sleep. Her blond hair spilled down her back and over her shoulders, she yawned sleepily.

"Aww. She's sleeping!" She squeaked.

"Thankfully you didn't wake her. We barely got any rest in Japan."

"Why didn't you just tell me she was asleep?" Leslie asked, crossing her arms.

"This is Angie, remember. Always on task, you know, always doing the right thing, waking me up if I fall asleep doing paper work. Would never forgive me if someone saw her asleep at work." Derek muttered.

"Oh. Right." Leslie nodded to herself. "Why is she asleep?"

"Because we didn't get much sleep, as I said before. She just fell asleep. I put her on the couch, figured she wasn't sick, then left her to rest." Derek whispered. He had walked to the closet and retrieved a blanket, he now placed it on the heater.

I also panicked over the thought of GUILT . . .

"Why don't you wake her?"

"One, she needs sleep. Two, she would not be happy if woken. Three, that anger would be directed at me!"

"And you think she looks cute when sleeping?"

"Yes. Wait, what! Truth twister!" Derek growled. The blanket had warmed, he nearly dropped it, realizing what he said.

"You admitted it! Bye Derek!" Leslie giggled. With a wave of her hand and a snicker she disappeared. Derek sighed and draped the blanket over the sleeping form of his nurse.

"I really need a vacation . . . but she's right." He smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind Angie's ear. She yawned and leant into his touch.

"Night Ang." He whispered. He walked to the door and flicked off the light. "Sweet dreams. . ."

ThePhantomWolf: *Bashing head in* CURSE YOU CORNY OVERUSED ENDING!!! I'm sorry I couldn't get it out of my head unless I posted it. I'm also not held reliable to any brains being leaked out your ears :P Reviews are loved okay.