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Author's Note: I've always wondered why Drew calls her own husband Doc for the most part in the series, so here's my take on it.

What's in a Name

He wasn't always a doctor and it was more of an honorary title anyways, but thinking back on it, Drew remembered always calling her husband "Doc" even before they were a couple. She recalled that a number of his friends called him "Doc" but she felt special for calling him Solomon because that was his given name and it was a unique name to give a child at their age of birth. She thought it was a strong, commanding, and truly handsome. When they began the first stage of their flirtation, she once asked him why his friends didn't call him Solomon and he said it was because he didn't like the name. Then of course she got worried that she had been calling him that. He laughed it off and said he hated it less when she used it, but she decided to wean off using his given name anyways. It was weird at first calling him "Doc" but she soon got used to it because it was only one syllable as opposed to three. It worked when they were running a training simulation together and he was about to get surprised. That seemed to happen a lot. His getting surprised by something. Like the concussion grenades her brother, when working for Van Rook, used.

It wasn't until she did some research and observation that she realized the true meaning behind her boyfriend's nickname. She didn't bring it up when she initially understood, determined to keep it to herself for a while longer. Finally one day while watching him she approached. "Dock, as in the term used for a bridge extending across water for boats to tie up to." Drew smiled when he turned to view her, continuing her short walk to him. She wound her arm into his. "I've...seen you here a number of times. It's calming for you isn't it?"

"Yes," he said simply. "Reminds me of my childhood."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I had an internship of sorts with a Doctor Lancaster on Honey Island near New Orleans and I took a boat each day to help him. I was always at my calmest on the water or near it, just...watching it. It's so strong, free-spirited and yet contained at the same time. If it were nearly as fascinating as cryptids, I would probably be a fisherman or a marine biologist," Solomon Saturday stated, eyes staring ahead at the running river.

Drew smiled, leaning against him. "That's two extremes," she laughed lightly.

"I know, but fishing is another calming activity for me," he defended himself, looking down at her.

Looking back on the memory made the ivory-haired woman smile. It was a good moment in time. If only things were half as peaceful now as they were then. What with the hunt to find Kur before Argost swamping the Saturday family's lives. She sighed, stretching her arms above her head in the bed before turning over to view her sleeping husband. She pushed herself up slightly and kissed his cheek. "Time to wake up Doc."