Thank you everyone for pushing me to write this and thanks to anyone knew to my writing for stopping by!

This fic spawned b/c of overactive imagination and I hope to do the great movie Warrior justice. I do not own it plz do not sue me :_:

Warnings: Swearing, sadly no citrus yet, but we will get there don't worry...lol

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It was a normal day; Camille was asking her to help. She was glad for the distraction. She had already wiped down and set up Op 5 with everything needed for a first time patient. Now it was her job to seat them, find out why they were here and just generally set the first blocks for a longstanding relationship b/w patient and the practice. This would be easy, she was talkative, out going, what she didn't expect was someone who was the exact opposite.

"Look out total hottie." Camille giggled pointing to her patient sitting calmly albeit tensely in the waiting room with her eyes.

There were only Camille's patients beside him, a bouncing family of four and both kids needed to be seen. She would get no help from the shorter Hygienist today. She silently hoped he was friendlier than he looked, brooding and squeezed into a chair that was spacious for a normal person, but obviously small for his hulking and well-muscled frame. Her friend was right; the new patient was very good looking. She heaved a sigh to calm her nerves; she had never been good around guys. "You owe me big time" Michaela hissed and her friend just grinned.

"I'll buy you a drink when we go out"

She grabbed his file and flipped through. A lot of the questions were unanswered. Great just great, she had to have the information and by what she was going to ask he'd probably think she was hitting on him. She sighed again squared her shoulders and opened the door to the waiting room. "Conlon" Michaela called and the most beautiful eyes she'd seen looked to her. Steel grey with little flecks of blue, nearly took her breath away.

He looked up when a strong voice called his name. What he looked up to was not what he was expecting. She was about his height, shoulder length brown hair, tight little body hidden beneath baggy light blue scrubs. He moved to stand and when she saw that he was following she turned on her heal, holding the door till he was right behind her. He had the chance to shamelessly check out her ass as she led him down the hallway and not being one to miss an opportunity, risked a glance. He wasn't disappointed and it took her finally speaking to pull him from the appraisal.

"How are you today?" It was the universal question, the one you asked to start a conversation and he ended it with a clipped and gruff, fine. Ok, take two, she mentally sighed. She tried to comment on the weather and he just snorted at the failed attempt. She felt like an idiot when they finally made it to Op 5 and she went to wash her hands and clear her head as he sunk into the chair. Alright so he wasn't a talker, she'd just have to move on to why he was here, he had to at least say more than one word about that right?

He watched her with mild amusement as she grabbed a regular blood pressure cuff, glanced back at him, thought better of it and grabbed the largest one instead. She was cute, nervous and yet sure of herself at the same time. She called him Mr. Conlon and he snorted again. "Tommy."

"Hmmm?"

"Tommy is fine", she snickered and he looked at her like she was crazy. "Something funny about my name?"

He was angry and it pulled her out of her memory. "Oh no no no…I'm sorry it's just…have you ever seen Finding Nemo?" she paused as he nodded. "You know the turtle scene? The whole, dude Mr. Turtle is my father…call me Crush."

Her cheeks were on fire and he could tell she was embarrassed. He kicked himself a little; he wasn't exactly making it easy on her. So he answered, " I've only seen it once"

"Once? My god man Pixar should be affronted…one of their best movies…" Michaela scoffed with a grin. "I'm assuming, though you're not here to talk movies…or are you?" she added, surprised at the ability to act like her normal self with a, let's face it, gorgeous man sitting calmly in the dental chair before her. He shook his head with a small smirk. "So why are you here Mr." Michaela smirked. "Tommy"

"I got punched in the jaw, I think it chipped a tooth, others feel loose."

"Bar brawl?" Michaela blurted.

"I'm an MMA fighter."

She nodded, her friend was a coach of the sport, but she never really got into watching. "Well most important question…does it hurt?" Michaela asked with a serious expression. She had a pen out and his file in front of her and he couldn't help but snicker at her.

"A punch to the face always hurts sweetheart"

She chuckled, shaking her head, "Ok my bad I totally deserved that…" she cleared her throat and tried again, "I meant your teethe Tommy." Michaela smiled, deciding he had warmed up enough that before he left she could try and fill in his nearly nonexistent medical history.

He concluded, he liked seeing her smile at him and made a note to try and find out more about her. Maybe he'd run into her elsewhere, purely by coincidence of course. "No I guess not."

"Being a fighter I'm just assuming you have a high pain tolerance, is their pain that registers, but you can brush it off?" Michaela questioned as she jotted something down on his chart. She peered up at him and he seemed contemplative, but gave the same answer. She could see him run his tongue along the right side and grinned to herself, one less question she'd have to ask. Setting aside his chart, she scooted over to his side. "Tommy I'm going to lower your chair." She informed so he wasn't caught off guard when she did just that.

He nodded and eased back as the seat adjusted. He heard the snap of her gloves as she asked his permission to take a look. He nodded his consent and she reached above him to position the light.

"Yep 20 is chipped, 21 is a liiiittle loose, does it hurt when I tap on them?" Michaela asked, studiously ignoring the fact she was inches from him and could smell his aftershave. Not to mention he had the most impossibly full lips she'd ever seen. Her insides wanted to clench and squirm, but she quashed it and waited for his answer.

"That one yeah" She did it again a bit harder and he actually winced. "Argh stop that! I said yes didn't I?" A small part of him knew she was doing her job, but he liked being in pain as much as he liked admitting it. It was different for everyone, but he found that the feeling of pain from a tooth hurt worse than the actual punch that had caused it.

"Sorry, I need to be sure so we don't fix the wrong tooth." She pulled her hand back just in time as his jaw snapped shut and he smirked at her. "Seriously Mr. Conlon…" Michaela remarked with a tut and her own grin. "You think you're the only patient to try that?" she chuckled to herself, pulled off her gloves and jotted something else on his chart. She stepped from her chair and went to him, warning him about adjusting the chair again. "Well I'm going to get the dentist; she'll go over some options with you. Then I have some burning questions…" He looked smug and she tried to think of how to retort without giving away her obvious attraction, but by the look on his face, he knew. So instead she ignored his look and finished the earlier statement. "Questions about your medical history, I'll get your vitals and you'll be all set and Regina up front can set you up for the next appointment." She walked out holding his file and turned back to him. "Feel free to get up, stretch, or walk around, Dr. Riley will be with you as soon as she can."

He was up in seconds, he'd never liked sitting still if he could help it. His mind was running and the thought of the way she seemed to ignore his step to a first name basis kind of bugged him. The way she quirked her head and smiled when she did it however, made him realize she was doing it as a joke. He smiled despite himself, sure he'd made strides since Sparta trying to be outgoing and less high strung, but he was still him. Despite his want to know more about this undoubtedly quirky assistant, he didn't know if she'd want to know about him. Was he looking to just run into her at a bar, take her home for a roll in the sack and say goodbye the next morning or was it more? Her laugh from down the hall broke his reverie and he strained to hear the conversation.

"Mary-Ann, when you get a chance Tommy Conlon in Op 5"

"Oh the fighter?" Marry-Ann replied offhandedly

"You know him?"

"Well of course not personally, but you know my Husband…never shuts up about the sport, we went to Sparta for our anniversary for crying out loud"

Michaela nodded, she'd heard her friend talking about the competition. "How was it? I've never really gotten into sports of any kind…well save for the Olympics" She answered a bit sheepishly.

"Girl you don't even know, these guys are ripped, beating the crap out of each other in board shorts…" Marry-Ann stated with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows in Michaela's direction.

"Marry-Ann! Does Reggie know?"

"What? I'm married not dead and he's the one who brought me…I think he's smart enough to have some clue as to what he was bringing me to."

Michaela gave a sarcastic, but agreeing nod. Flipping open Tommy's file as the Dr. asked what she was looking at in terms of his treatment. "Well 20 is chipped and hurts when you tap it 21 feels a little loose, but doesn't move too much. I'd say cap 20 and give the other a week or so, see if gets better." She recanted her notes.

"Why do you need me?" Marry-Ann laughed, reminding herself to call Reggie's friend and thank him for the recommendation that led her to intern and hire this girl. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute…Reggie is never going to believe this!"

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"You owe me two drinks", Michaela hissed in Camille's ear as she shoved Tommy's file in Regina's direction.

"That bad?"

"He barely said anything, made me ask him every stupid question and god if I didn't know better he liked watching me squirm." Michaela grumbled. "I felt like an idiot…thank god I have the day off tomorrow." She added with a sigh. "I'll see you at The Tavern on Saturday", she called as she left for the lot, not knowing Tommy had heard…everything.

He felt a little bad, but he was never much of a talker. It wasn't that he'd done it just for kicks, but she was fun to watch and even cuter when she was flustered. That heated blush gradually creeping up her skin, as she did her best to ignore her attraction to him. She was sitting at a park bench Phone against her ear as he left the office. "Hey", Tommy muttered as he sat down beside her.

"Good lord!" Michaela yelped, almost dropping her phone. "Nearly gave me a heart attack!" she huffed, finally looking up. She almost jumped again when it was Tommy sitting next to her with a mildly amused expression as he rolled a tooth pick around. Watching that toothpick, roll around those full lips was disorienting and she tore her gaze away with every ounce of will power she had. "Something I can help you with Mr. Conlon", she asked shortly, turning away and slinging her purse over her shoulder. She wasn't normally this rude, but he bugged her, irked her in some way. Thankfully they weren't in the office anymore; she could say what she wanted to him.

"Jeez can you just call me Tommy?"

"Did you come out here just to see if I really remembered your name or to make me feel like a bigger idiot?" It was blurted before she could think. It was honest and she couldn't take it back.

"Neither really, wanted to apologize fer bein a jerk back there."

Her eyebrows rose and she was honestly surprised. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. She waved him off and stood, something in her pushed to continue the meeting. Whatever it was and she cocked her head and twirked her hip contemplatively. "You like coffee?"

"You askin me out?"

"Good grief it's just coffee, but if you're content just sitting there…" Michaela huffed, turning and heading in the direction of a small coffee shop not far from them. Coffee was like a pre-date date, but she didn't want to think about that as Tommy's hulking form stepped up beside her, even held open the door.

He looked around, the small shop trying to mask his general distaste of places like this. It was small, artsy…the kind of place you'd find a hipster, not an MMA fighter, but Michaela was smiling, happy to be there and he found himself happy to be with her. She seemed to be on a first name basis with the barista calling out for her regular, before turning to him. "Latte… medium", Tommy grunted, pushing her hand aside as she went to pay. "Got this", he informed, pulling his wallet from a back pocket. Michaela watched his hand after he paid and put the wallet back, her eyes giving him her own once over.

He smirked; she blushed, pulling her eyes away as they waited for their orders. "Thanks Grayson", she chirped as he handed her a raspberry mocha piled high with whipped cream. "You are the best!" she applauded as she stared at the concoction like a kid at Christmas. She went to sit in a booth by a window as Tommy was handed his drink.

"You dating that guy?"

"Tempting, but his girlfriend might have a problem with that, you start every sentence with you?" she was across from him, letting the coffee warm her hands as she grinned and looked out the window instead of at him. He laughed a little, she had him there.

He contemplated what to say next, what did he want from her? The idea of seeing her writhing and moaning under him came to mind. It was the afternoon however, and coffee wasn't really what you drank when you wanted to take a girl home. He watched her again as she shoveled half the whipped cream off her drink into her mouth in small spoonful's and stirred the rest into the drink. He sipped at his latte and realized, getting her into his bed was probably going to take more than buying her a couple of drinks, coffee not included. Can't say he didn't like a challenge though and something told him the payoff would be sweet indeed.

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She was dressed as sexy as she agreed to be, with a little heavier and darker makeup and even perfume to go along with. She'd left Tommy with the possibility of seeing her here. Not knowing what to expect almost kept her in the car, but she went into the bar eventually, knowing her friends would give her crap if she didn't Tommy was a bit of an enigma, unknown to her, but still, she felt drawn to him. Like there was a hidden tether connecting them and the harder she pulled away the bigger the resulting snap in his direction would be. The door to the bar beckoned and she risked one last glance in a mirrored window before going in. Dark washed boot cut jeans accented her ass perfectly. She loved these jeans and frankly thought of her backside as one of her only good features. A black and white brocade corset hugged and accentuated curves that; though she now had she still didn't see. In her mind a heavier image of a girl trying to be something she wasn't stared back at her. As she finally entered the building she wondered if she'd really see him and what she would do if she did.

He was sitting at the bar when she came in, dressed in jeans, a fitted t-shirt that hugged him like a second skin and a leather jacket. She didn't see him as she went to meet her friends and he was happy to watch her walk away. "Watcha drinkin?" Tommy asked as he pulled out a chair at the otherwise empty table.

Her friends had left her for the dance floor while she finished her drink before joining them. "Nothing special, why? You want to buy me a drink? I don't think they serve coffee…" Michaela replied sweetly, recognizing his voice instantly even though he'd only said two words. This was her second drink, not counting the round of shot's Camille had bought and she felt quite relaxed if not a little buzzed.

He smirked, his fingers walking along her bare shoulder as he scooted closer. "You look good without them scrubs"

"Why Mr. Conlon, are you hitting on me?" Michaela grinned, the buzz making it easier to unwind and joke with him. His fingers were a caress on her back above the corset. When she shifted and moved her hair he got a glimpse of the beginning of angel wings on her back.

"Maybe I am." Tommy replied smoothly. "You gonna let me buy you a drink?"

"I have a name and I don't believe it's you"

"Never told me what it was"

"It was on my name tag."

" Weren't wearin one"

" Wasn't wearing my…shit!" Michaela cursed, her boss liked her, but she'd already been read the riot act over a forgotten name tag once. She didn't fancy a revisit, she rubbed her temple "Please don't say anything, my boss is here…she'll never let me live it down."

She looked at him pleading and embarrassment clear in her eyes and something else he knew. There was pain there, he knew b/c he saw that look even now in his own reflection. "Let me buy you that drink?"

He was offering it as a compromise and she realized she'd already let this man buy her coffee. He sat with her for an hour and never even let on that he had no clue what to even call her. It seemed that very few things fazed him, names, a past or her taste in music wouldn't throw him. He was full on pursuing her and though the thought startled her, she decided to take a frackin chance for once and let him. "Michaela and yes you can buy me a drink." She stated confidently, finishing off the drink in hand with a final sip.

"Be right back" Tommy smiled, he made his way to the bar, ordering a beer for himself and a raspberry jolly rancher for her. The flavor had been a regular for her in her coffee and he thought it'd be a good call for a drink. Sure enough she was pleased with his choice and was rewarded with a smile.

"Mmm this is good…I'd tell you to try it, but you don't strike me as the mixed drinks kind of guy." Michaela observed as he tipped his beer to his full lips that she'd like to just…Stop it! Stop it Michaela stop it now! You promised never to be that girl, she grumbled internally. Suddenly or not so suddenly as they'd gone through three song changes without a word b/w them and she was working on his second drink choice, which happened to be infuriatingly perfect… if you must know! She fixed him with a look and with her buzz gradually turning to drunk; she felt bold and so uttered, "What do you want from me Tommy? Get me drunk, take me home?"

He was feeling a little buzzed himself and didn't think anything of it when he grinned and told her he'd thought about it.

"Look it takes more than a couple of drinks and a coffee to get me into bed Mr. Conlon… Try a few dates a few months and we'll see where you stand." Michaela informed offhandedly, she wasn't really angry or affronted that he thought it wouldn't be hard for him to accomplish that goal. By the looks of him it probably was that easy, no drinks required even. More so she was shocked maybe even a little scared that he wanted her that way.

"Months huh?" Tommy snorted, but he was slowly coming to the decision that he wanted her, whatever it took. The feeling was new for him; even with training he'd had the chance for a few flings. Frank was a good trainer, he was slow to admit it, but the guy had nothing on how strict his father had been. He shook his head; he didn't want to think of him right now. He was trying to figure out why the woman with such pain behind the fire in her eyes called to him like a siren. B/c like the fated sailor he wanted to follow, even if it would be his doom.

"I dunno I never put a set date, my point is I'm not a one night kind of girl. Homie don't play that game ait…" Michaela retorted and was surprised to see he was still in his seat, drinking his beer like nothing had changed. "Look if that isn't what you want, fine. I don't judge, but don't waste my time either ok?" she intoned, finishing her drink and setting it down a little harder than she meant to, but she was being drawn to him at least that was what she thought and when the idea was shattered she felt hollow angry even. She was getting up to go find her friends, when…

"Michaela! Hey wait…." Tommy called, his hand grabbing her arm, engulfing it more like. She stopped, feeling a warm kind of charge from his touch. "You didn't let me say anything."

"Would you have? Past getting my name, permission for buying me drinks and telling me I'm in the running for warming your bed tonight. You haven't said more than 2 words at a time." Michaela huffed plopping dejectedly and very unladylike back into her seat. He let go of her arm and she waited for him to speak.

He looked apologetic, well as apologetic as he could without truly feeling it. He knew that though he wanted to he might not have been taking her home. That was always ultimately her decision. He would have thought that just telling her he wanted to do so was a compliment, but she obviously didn't take it that way. "Let me take you on a date then?"

She was suitably floored and couldn't help blurting, "Good looking guy like you could have any woman here, why me?"

"God is it so hard to believe I like you?"

She wanted to say yes, but she mentally smacked herself and when she had his eyes held in her stare she made a show of pulling a scrap of paper and pen from the purse at her side. "This is my cell, Friday's work best, but the office usually closes on time Tuesdays too." She put the pen back and stood, sliding the paper in his direction. "You like to dance? I need to shake out this alcohol. I drove here after all."

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In this story, it's been enough time for Tommy to heal, train and begin to fight again. I'd like to think he's made good progress. Not perfection just human and not an anamalistic ball of rage ~_^ Also since his dad brings out the bad, I'm steering clear of his character...for now.

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