AN: Another bit I had on my laptop. The plan was to get these out while season 2 was airing, but I failed at that. I still hope you enjoy.
Summary: A small missing scene from 2x14. What happens when Lavon leaves.
You're Right for Me
It was past one in the morning when Lavon had finally had enough of reliving his romantic mishaps. Wade leaned his head against the door and ran a tired hand across his face as he looked over at Zoe who was soundly asleep on the couch. Her tiny feet, which he rarely saw free of those ridiculous shoes she loved so much, were curled up under her. It still confounded him how she managed to get around Bluebell with those on, but the Doc had always been something else (in more ways than one)
She had dozed off somewhere between the Ruby portion of Lavon's tale and the last chocolate doughnut.
He flicked the lights off before padding his way across to her. If he hadn't been so familiar with her place, he probably would have knocked his knees on the corner of the coffee table walking in the dark like this.
Her slinky lace robe, a reminder of the night they were supposed to have, was hanging open against her fair chest. The way the past couple days had gone, from failed cabin romance to failed carriage house romance, he couldn't say he was surprised that they were interrupted.
He bent down to gather her in his arms when she stirred.
"Is he gone?" Zoe mumbled, her voice rough and edged with fatigue. He pushed a lock of her hair away from her face.
"Yes baby. C'mon let me carry you to bed. You're beat."
She slung her arm around his neck as he picked her up off the couch. He felt her place a soft peck against his neck as he walked them over to her bed and he couldn't help but think that he wanted it to always feel like this between them (but he wasn't into all that mushy stuff).
"Who do you think is right?" Zoe asked.
"Hmm?"
"For Lavon, I mean." Her fingers twisted in the material of his shirt as he laid her down on her bed, as if to ensure that he would be getting in with her. He got in beside her, pulling his shirt over his head before resting against the pillows.
"I don't know, Doc." And he really doesn't. Wade turns toward her, pulling her back flush against his chest.
He reaches out in the dark for her fingers, entwining them with his.
Zoe was right for him though. That he knew.
And he's going to try his damnedest (starting with that bar of his) to someday be just as right for her.