His eyelids fluttered as his slumber, unfortunately, came to an end. As he felt the all too familiar hard pressing springs of the couch that resided in his living room, Stiles was trying to remember exactly why he had fallen asleep on the couch instead of in his incredibly comfortable king sized bed upstairs in his bedroom.
And then, he got a friendly reminder to his question. From the stranger lying completely naked on the living room floor.
The naked stranger stirred in his sleep slightly, grunting as he writhed on the carpet, allowing Stiles a full view of his sculpted back muscles and his adorably perfect ass. Like cascading water, it all came back to Stiles, all the flooding images from last night when they had met at the bar. The man had bought Stiles a drink, they flirted, and…here they were.
He kind of wish they had time for another quick taste of last night before his first day of work at the hospital. Crap. The hospital. Stiles searched for his phone, finally finding it next to the guy's discarded jeans. If he hurried, he wouldn't be late. He really wanted to just get out of there, take a shower, and get to work. His first day as a surgical intern was kind of really important. Wrapping himself in the blanket he had slept with, Stiles wrapped his naked form in its thread before grabbing a pillow from the couch and plopping it on the stranger's ass, earning him a grunt and a stirring that caused him to wake up.
Stiles then began to grab his clothes off of the floor as the stranger began to get up. He had made his way next to the stairs when he locked eyes with the man.
"Hey," the guy smiled at him as he finally got to his feet, looking over Stiles hungrily. "This is..."
"Kind of really humiliating?" Stiles' face squished together like his ego as he nodded. "You need to go."
"Why don't we continue," the man walked forward a few steps and seductively wiggled his eyebrows and smiled at Stiles. "What we started last night."
A little proud of himself, Stiles laughed, running a hand through his short post-sex hair. "As great as that sounds, you really have to go. I'm kind of running late. And considering it's my first day at my new job, that's not something I'd like to be."
The man had just clasped his jeans together, Stiles swooning slightly at the sight of the denim hugging his hips perfectly, when he noticed the boxes in the corner of the living room. "So, you live here?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?" the man smiled.
"I just moved here a couple of weeks ago from Hanover. It's the house my mother grew up in, but I'm selling it."
"I'm sorry to hear that." he said, pulling his shirt over his abs that Stiles was hoping he was getting to see for at least a couple more minutes.
Stiles grabbed his discarded boxer briefs from the banister of the stairs. "We don't have to do the whole Let's-Talk-About-Me, Talk-About-You exchange of details like we care or whatever. I'm gonna go grab a quick shower before I have to illegally speed to work. And you'll just be that guy from the bar who left while I was taking said shower. So, thanks for last night...um..." Stiles paused, trying to recall his name, which the stranger must have caught up on because he scoffed to himself.
"Derek."
"Derek," Stiles smiled, waving his hand around in a How-Could-I-Forget-That gesture. "Right. I'm Stiles."
"Stiles," Derek grinned. "That's short for something right?"
"Uh, like I said, let's not pretend to care." Stiles laughed.
Derek smiled. "Nice meeting you, Stiles."
Stiles grinned. "Yeah. Goodbye, Derek."
And with whatever dignity he had left, Stiles ran up the stairs of his newfound and temporary home and quickly jumped in the shower, hoping to get one last memory of the man from the bar out of his system before the rest of his life as a doctor began.
x
Though slightly late, made it on time. Stiles entered the locker room, all the new arrival interns getting their white coats on and changing into their scrubs. Stiles looked around the room. They were definitely a wide array of people, and Stiles didn't notice a single person from Dartmouth. Just then, a guy just getting his lab coat on came up to him. He dark eyes and short black hair, not to mention he had this whole puppy dog thing going on with him.
"Hey, you're Stilinski, right?" he said, just as Stiles got his scrub top over his head.
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, but everyone just calls me Stiles."
The guy nodded. "I noticed you from the mixer. I'm Scott. Who's your resident?" Scott said, watching Stiles put his coat on. "I've got Ramsey."
"Nazi? Yeah, looks like we'll be tortured together." Stiles sighed. He'd only just arrived at the hospital and the notorious Dr. Ramsey already had a reputation that followed her. So naturally, that was who Stiles would be assigned to.
"Though I'm really appalled by the name, I got the Nazi too." A perky little redhead with green eyes came striding over to them. "Lydia Martin, Stanford."
Stiles grinned at her. "Welcome to the torture chamber."
Just then, another doctor that was issuing interns to their residents came into the locker room. "Martin, McCall, Stilinski, Argent, Lahey."
Watching, Stiles saw a cute brunette with cropped hair and a seriously adorable dirty blonde guy with semi-curly hair join them, following Lydia down the hall. She reached the doctor who had called their names.
"Are you Ramsey?" She asked him bluntly.
"By the nurse's station."
Stiles and his newly formed torture-mates, followed the doctor's gesture to a petite ebony goddess of a doctor with short black hair.
"That this Nazi that everyone is talking about?" Argent commented.
"I was expecting a German guy." Lahey quipped.
"It's probably a power play. She's probably the best of her class and jealousy earned her a nasty nickname, just like me." Lydia smiled.
Stiles burst through them to get their resident before the Nazi did a roll call or whatever and decided to call them by their first names, something Stiles was really adamant about avoiding.
"Hi," he said to her curtly, putting out his hand in a warm greeting. "I'm Stilinski, but everyone just calls me Stiles." He kept waiting for her to shake it with a slight annoyance, but Dr. Ramsey just looked at him like she really could care less.
"I have five rules, memorize them. Rule number one: Don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not gonna change." She paused to point toward the nurse's station desk, where five pagers were eagerly awaiting a new master. "Trauma protocol. Phone lists. Pagers. Nurses will page you."
Ramsey starts walking away from the desk. Lydia, obviously, at least to Stiles, being the smart one, grabbed the pager off of the desk and began to follow their resident, with everyone else soon following suit and running to keep up with Ramsey's quick pace around the surgical floor.
"You answer every page as a run, a run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, you write orders; work every second night until you drop and don't complain." Before Stiles and the rest of them knew it, Ramsey was opening up an on-call room for them to look into, leaving little to the imagine with the room's small capacity big enough for, literally, just a bunk bed. "On call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can, where you can. Which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you would have woken me for no good reason. We clear?" Stiles immediately raised his hand. "Yes?"
"You said five rules. That was only four."
As if by magic, Dr. Ramsey's pager went blaring its existence away at the group.
"Rule number five. When I move, you move." Ramsey started running down the hall, yelling at people to move out of her way as she lead her new interns up onto the helipad. Once Lydia and Allison brought the gurney towards the landing helicopter, they waited for the EMT to tell them who their first patient was going to be.
One that just so happened to be seizing.
"Rick Barbara, twenty-five-year-old male. New onset seizures. Intermittent for the past week. IV lost in route and started grand mal seizing as we descended."
Stiles and his fellow interns worked on getting Rick onto the hospital bed, nurses plugging up all the machines as Ramsey looked over his chart. "Turn him on his side, Lahey." She watched as Lydia was already administering the precise dosage of diazepam without even being instructed, causing her to raise her eyebrows in surprise. She then looked at Scott. "No, the white lead is on the right side. Righty, whitey. Smoke over fire. Martin, a large boar IV, don't let the blood haemolyse. Let's go, people."
Rick stopped seizing as soon as Lydia got the diazepam into his system. A very suave doctor with his hair slicked back walked into the room.
"I hear we got a seal washed up on shore." he smiled at Ramsey.
"Absolutely, Dr. Hale."
Stiles looked the attending over. He seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place why.
"Dr. Ramsey, let's shotgun." Hale said, writing on the patient's chart before handing it back to Ramsey.
Nodding, Ramsey looked to her interns. "That means-"
"Every test in the book." Lydia shot up. "CT, CBC, CHEM-7, TOX screen."
Ramsey chuckled to herself as she handed Lydia the chart. "Well, this is sorry." Ramsey said to the others. "She's just making y'all look bad. Lydia, you're on labs. Scott, patient work ups. Isaac, head to the Pit for incoming ER, and Stiles, get Rick for a CT. He's your responsibility now." And with that, Ramsey starts walking out of the room.
"Wait," Allison spoke up, waiting as the resident turned around. "What about me?"
"Argent? Honey, you get to do rectal exams."
Without any other words, Ramsey sauntered out of the room, leaving each of her interns sighing and ready for the end of the next forty-eight hours.
x
A little while later, Lydia was standing up on her toes trying to peer into the OR that Ramsey was in, trying to sneak a peek at the surgery going on. Spotting her, Ramsey took off her mask, opened the door, and look at Lydia like she was a child.
"What?"
"Rick Barbara's labs came out clear. Can't find any reason that could be causing his seizures. I came to you the second they came out."
"Okay." Ramsey seriously had a dagger of a personality, at least as far as Lydia could tell.
"I hear that every year, the on-call attending gets to pick the best intern to scrub in during the first intern shift." Ramsey, less than amused, just continues to stare right through the overachieving redhead. "Just something I heard."
"Go away."
Taking a beat and realizing that Ramsey was serious, Lydia spun on her heels and went in the opposite direction, hoping not to piss off her resident anymore for the rest of this shift.
x
In the elevator, Stiles was pushing Rick around, trying to find his way around the massive hospital. Needless to say, he definitely wasn't going to admit defeat so easily. Rick, sat up in the gurney, smiles at his doctor.
"Dude, you're totally lost."
"Definitely not." The elevator doors dinged open, and Stiles started pushing the patient once again. "Feeling better?"
"Other than missing my gig, I'm great."
"A gig? Is it safe to assume that you're a musician?"
Rick gave him an adorable smile. Stiles had to admit that, with Rick's dirty blonde hair and beard, his was ruggedly hot. Not that Stiles should be thinking about that sort of thing as he was supposed to be wheeling his patient to CT, which he had yet to find.
"Yeah, I finally had a gig at this really popular coffee shop here in Seattle, my first solo debut, and my brain had to go and ruin it."
Stiles smiled. "We're going to do our best to try and fix that."
He grinned back at him. "If all goes well, maybe we could celebrate over dinner?"
Trying his best not to let the forwardness shock him, Stiles just chuckled to himself, turning back around to go down another hallway. "I don't think the hospital takes too kindly to doctors dating patients, Rick."
"Who says they have to know?" he winked. "And please, everyone calls me Barbie."
Stiles just grinned again. God, he was on such a hot streak. First the guy from the bar last night and now a patient was asking him out within a twelve-hour period? Stud status.
"You go by a name based on your last name?" Stiles questioned.
Barbie nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"No, it's cool. I just, don't meet too many people who do that too." when Barbie gave him an eyebrow raise as they turned down, yet again, another hallway, Stiles continued. "Last name is Stilinski, but I rather people call me Stiles."
"Stiles. Cute. Now, you never answered me about our date."
Rolling his eyes, Stiles finally wheeled down a populated hallway and decided to ask someone for help, severing his pride so that he could get this patient back to his gig.
x
Back inside a patient's room, Scott was having the hardest time getting his patient's IV to go into his arm. Striding past the room, Dr. Peter Hale noticed the struggling intern and decided to help out. Scott noticed that he was the attending from before and gave him a smile.
"Stubborn vein." Scott laughed.
"Move." Peter said bluntly.
"The first day's never easy." Scott joked again.
Within seconds. Peter had the IV perfect. He turned around and looked up at Scott, smirking defiantly. "It's my first day here too, even if I am an attending." He stood up, and just as he walked out of the door, he whispered back. "I just happen to not be an idiot."
The patient just looked at Scott and tried to hide a laugh, but Scott just smiled. "We go way back." He lied, laughing to cover up his shame.
x
Several hours later, the group of interns were finally granted the serenity of a lunch break. Scott made his way to the table with a tray full of sweets and carbs, which is exactly what he felt like he needed to ingest after working up so many patients. He joined Allison and Lydia at their table and slammed down into his chair.
"I never knew putting in IV's and drawing blood could be so exhausting."
"Try doing seventeen rectal exams in a row. Seventeen." Allison ran a hand through her relatively short brown hair. "I can't even eat a thing."
"You should. We have forty-one more hours to go."
"Which probably means forty-one more rectal exams. The Nazi hates me." Allison sighed, laying her head down on the table.
"Better than attendings. Hale hates me, if it makes you feel better." Allison groaned as Scott reached over and rubbed her shoulder while Lydia finished chewing her Granny Smith apple.
"Do you guys know that Stilinski is inbred?"
"Who doesn't have a doctor in the family? What's the big deal?" Allison said, lifting her head up.
"No, practically royally. His parents are two of the bests, Asher Stilinski and Claudia Leigh."
Allison's mouth dropped open. "The Claudia Leigh?"
Scott looked around the room, making sure he wasn't going to speak too loud. "Who?"
"Where the hell did you go to med school?" Lydia quaffed.
Allison laughed, looking into Scott's puppy dog eyes before going on. "Asher was great, but Claudia was one of elites. She practically invented the abdominal laparotomy."
"She won the Harper Avery, twice!" Lydia screamed with excitement, probably plotting her own ways to get one of her own.
"So what happened?" Scott asked.
Lydia and Allison exchanged looks, both refusing to go on. And it just so happened that Stiles was approaching them with Isaac as soon as the conversation was dropped.
"You're full of it." Isaac laughed at Stiles as they sat down.
"Did you get chosen for the surgery!?" Lydia said, completely serious and half devastated already by the mere thought of her losing.
"Isaac's jealous that I'm the first one of us to get hit on by a patient."
"What?" Allison smiled. "Was it that seizure guy?"
Before Stiles could answer, Dr. Hale came up to them. "Good afternoon, everyone. As I'm sure you all know, every year the honor of performing the first surgery is given to the intern that shows the most promise, the most tenacity. Since it's my surgery, I get to pick the winner." He smiled at them and at neighboring interns before clasping Scott on the back.
"Scott McCall."
Lydia looked like she was going to vomit. Isaac looked disappointed. Allison couldn't care less after all the rectal exams. Stiles laughed and shook Scott playfully. Looking up at Peter, Scott nodded. "Thank you, sir."
"You'll scrub in on an appy this afternoon. Come prepared." Peter smiled once more before leaving the cafeteria, leaving everyone to sigh or roll their eyes at the announcement.
"Me?" Scott said, his tone full of shock.
Lydia sighed before getting up with her tray. "Unfortunately."
x
As Stiles kept laughing at all of Barbie's continued advances while maintaining his chart, he heard a scuffle outside, causing his attention to be averted. Just then, a nurse escorted an older could into the room.
"Oh Richard, thank God!" the graying blonde screeched before sidelining Stiles out of the way. The man just stood by the bed and clasped Barbie's shoulder.
"How are you feeling son?"
"I'd feel a lot better if you weren't cockblocking me right now."
Stiles burst out in a fit of laughter, which caused Barbie's parents to look at him like he should have left the room upon their arrival. "Sorry," Stiles said immediately. "I'm his doctor, one of his doctors, Dr. Stilinski." he put out his hand. "Nice to meet you."
Mrs. Barbara turned and shook his hand. "Our doctor at home said he could need a major operation."
"What kind of operation?" his father asked.
"Um," Stiles stammered, which was exactly what he didn't want to be doing in front of the parents of his first patient. "I'm not the doctor doctor, I mean, I'm a real doctor and everything, that's totally not what I meant. I actually graduated from Dartmouth, pretty good honors too and-"
"Stiles!" Barbie chuckled.
"Right. I'm going to get another doctor, the one that didn't just start today and isn't me and everything." Stiles hoped he wasn't sweating too obviously as Barbie's parents just stared at him the entire time he left Barbie's room and ran to try and find his resident.
Near the stairwell, he spotted Ramsey, thankful to have caught her at a free moment.
"Just the woman I was looking for."
"What's wrong?" Ramsey said, giving him the eyes of disdain.
"Barbie's, I mean, Mr. Barbara's parents have all these questions and I have zero idea how to answer them."
"Rick's case belongs to our new attending, Dr. Hale."
"Oh, the attending that ordered the shotgun?"
Ramsey shook her head. "That's Dr. Peter Hale. His nephew is also a new attending here. He's over there."
As Ramsey walked away, Stiles followed her gaze to see a doctor smiling a couple of nurses as he handed them a chart. And Stiles was surprised he hadn't heard a Code Blue for himself. Dr. Hale was Derek. The guy from the bar last night. The guy he had kicked out of his house this morning. Not knowing what to do, Stiles just stood there, really trying to decide what to do, but Derek glanced over at him once, then away. The double take Derek did was one filled with shock and awe, Stiles could read that much on his face. As soon as their eyes lock, Stiles headed into the stairwell, avoiding the conversation he was sure to follow the type of awkward cosmic coincidence that had just plagued Stiles' life.
"Stiles!" he heard Derek hollering from behind him as he opened the door to the stairwell and started to ascend them. Unfortunately for Stiles, Derek wasn't letting him get away that easy. Once he was on the second platform, just before he was about to go up the second flight of stairs, Derek caught his arm and spun him around.
"Dr. Hale, this isn't-" Stiles started, looking around and hoping no one was needing to use the stairwell while he had a private conversation with his boss.
"Dr. Hale? This morning you barely remembered my name and now it's 'Dr. Hale'?"
Stiles sighed. "Last night? It never happened. As far as anyone knows, we both went home alone. I mean, not home together, just alone. Separately. By ourselves."
"Never happened? Which part? The part where I split your shirt in half or the part where you took my underwear off with your teeth?" Derek paused to give him a superior smile, one Stiles scoffed at. "Because both are memories I'd like to hold on to for days when I actually do go home alone."
"You were supposed to stay a stranger. Just the guy from the bar," running a hand through his hair, Stiles was still waiting for someone to catch them. "This can't happen. We never happened? Understand?" Stiles gave Derek his best serious face, but Derek just looked as smug as ever.
"I can be the guy from the bar again. We can still be strangers. Be a stranger with me again tonight. Eight?"
Stiles couldn't believe this guy. Did he not understand that he was the literal boss of him? Derek may have been calling the shots last night but this was completely ridiculous. "No. You're an attending, and I'm your intern." Stiles couldn't really tell if Derek was listening or not because his eyes kept scanning over his body. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like you've seen me naked." Derek chuckled but Stiles put his hand up. "This is crazy."
Without another word, Stiles went back down the stairs. "Stiles," Derek pleaded, but with the slamming of the door, Stiles left his boss to, hopefully, forget that they had ever met last night.
x
While Scott was down in the OR, ready to assist Peter with the appendectomy, Stiles was finding a seat in the gallery. Out of all the interns, someone from Stiles' group of interns was selected, and he definitely didn't want to miss it if at all possible.
"He looks like a choker," Stiles heard a fellow intern squabble about Scott, who was wiping his brow of sweat and nerves. "Probably gonna run away screaming at the first incision."
"I think he looks like a fainter. He'll join the guy right there on the table." Another one laughed.
"I say he'll cry," Stiles heard Lydia quip as she took her seat, Isaac standing near the doorway laughing. "He looks like way too much of a puppy to be good at this."
"Or maybe he'll do better than any of you could." Stiles said, turning around to meet their faces. "He's one of us, the first one of us to do this. Have some comradery."
"Seventy-five bucks says he mispronounces something." Lydia laughed again. Stiles smiled a little, but was really hoping that Scott would prove them all wrong just as Allison took a seat next to him.
"Good luck, Scott." She whispered to Stiles as they started.
Peter joined Scott at the table and gave him a wink. "Let's see how much you're going to make me regret choosing you, McCall. Let's begin."
Nodding, Scott looked to the nurse. "Scalpel."
The interns started to laugh at Hale's comment, with Lydia shaking her head. "Hale is something else."
"More pressure," Peter told Scott, whom was quite obviously nervous about making the first cut. "Dig in."
As instructed, Scott continues on with the incision. "Pick-ups." a scrub nurse quickly handed them to him, and gave him the clamp when he reached out his hand for a second time. "I'm in."
"I told you," Stiles smiled. "He's got this."
"Assuming he doesn't screw up." Lydia laughed.
Scott made another incision and perfectly extracted the inflamed appendix.
"Appendix out." Scott smiled through his scrub mask.
Stiles hooted and hollered for him as the others clapped, some actually impressed while others were just paying him the littlest ounce of respect. Peter actually gave him a raised eyebrow before nodding at him.
"Maybe you're not an idiot after all."
"Thank you, sir." Scott said. "I think."
Peter gestured to the open body cavity. "Now what?"
Scott closed his eyes for a second, an old technique he acquired while studying for the MCAT. If he focused and actually delved into his brain, most of the time he could find the answer that he was seeking.
"Invert the stump into the cecum while pulling up on the per strings light enough to not break them."
Peter smiled and nodded. "Very good, McCall."
As Scott proved that he knew what he was talking about, Stiles turned to face all the fellow interns in the gallery, making sure to lock eyes with Lydia in particular.
"Looks like you're out of seventy-five bucks, Martin."
She just scoffed and left the room, since Scott was already suctioning and finishing the appy. The other interns that had bet against Scott too began to leave the gallery, leaving Stiles, Allison, and Isaac.
"He did it." Allison smiled. "He proved them wrong for sure."
"He's a badass." Stiles agreed.
A little while later, Scott came walking into the tunnels of the hospital, a place that he got paged to only to be met by his fellow interns, Stiles bringing up the front of them with a scalpel that was in a clear box. Stiles cheered for him and handed him the box as Allison and Isaac clapped for him, spewing a "Great job, Scott" and "Awesome, dude" respectively. Even Lydia gave him a shrug and a smile, which was apparently all he was getting from her.
"Thanks, guys. Why the scalpel?"
Stiles clasped him on the shoulder. "It's the scalpel you had in the OR. It's sterile, of course, but Hale told us that it was yours to marvel over."
Scott tossed the scalpel over in his broad hands a couple times and grinned the grin that Stiles was now dubbing "The Puppy Dog" smile. Scott couldn't be prouder of himself even if he wanted to be. Not only was he the first intern to get to assist on their first shift, but he had done it successfully and with complete fluidity. He had proven that he was more than just a puppy turned doctor.
"You were awesome, dude. Congrats." Stiles smiled once more.
"Thanks." he looked over at Lydia. "I'm sorry you didn't get the surgery."
"You don't need to apologize." Allison said quickly.
Isaac nodded. "Yeah, you obviously deserved it."
Shyly, Scott smirked and nodded, but gave Lydia another glare of apology. No matter how good he felt, Scott had seen the look of despair Lydia had gotten when Hale had given him the surgery.
But Lydia gave him a small smile. "It's your time, McCall. Don't worry about me, I'll get mine." She laughed. "I always do."
A pager began to blare and each of the interns reached for theirs, but they all looked to Stiles when his breathing hitched.
"Crap. It's a 911 for Barbie."
Without another word, Stiles ran out of the tunnels, heading for the stairs and hoped he reached his patient in time. All of the other interns looked amongst each other as Lydia scoffed.
"Who the hell is Barbie?"
x
Stiles was running as fast as he could up the stairs and through the hallways of the surgical floor. "Move!" he kept yelling to the staff that blocked his way from getting to Barbie's room that much faster. But when Stiles got into the room, Barbie wasn't coding like he had thought he might have been. Or cussing out the nurses or being violent or something. He was giving Stiles his blue eyes and smiling at him real big.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm cool. I had to fake a seizure just to get her to page you."
"Barbie," Stiles breathed heavily. "You're cute and all, barking for my attention and everything like an adolescent lab, but I'm working. You can't just page me 911 if you're just looking to talk."
Barbie turned his nose up at him. "Lab? I always thought of myself as an adorable golden retriever."
"I'm serious." Stiles laughed. "I'm trying to be the best doctor I can be and I can't do that when you're paging me 911 when you want to flirt."
"Actually, I do need something."
"Alright, what is it?"
"Your phone number."
Stiles laughed and just shook his head. "If I give you my number, will you please stop paging me for things that aren't an emergency?"
"Maybe."
Sighing, Stiles whipped out a piece of paper and wrote down his number and handing it over to Barbie. "Don't tell anyone I'm doing this. I'm only doing it to shut you up, but I could get in trouble."
"Trouble would have been if my parents were right behind you listening to this entire conversation."
Immediately, Stiles whipped his head around, but was met with the door, and, thankfully, no parents. He looked back at Barbie and fought the urge to smile. "Don't do that!"
"Oh, I'm just teasing. Now, why are you still here? I thought you were working?"
Stiles laughed once more. "You're trouble." he said as he starting walking out of the room, and as he did, he heard Barbie whisper "You just can't stay away", causing Stiles to shake his head and head back to the surgical floor.
x
While she was trying to stay awake, Allison was lazily charting at the nurse's station on her patient after successfully performing a central line, much to her own surprise. As she was scribbling in some information on the patient's stats, Dr. Ramsey came up to the nurse's station, handing a nurse a file before leaning against the counter, looking completely overwhelmed.
"Dr. Ramsey?"
Ramsey looked her way and sighed before making eye contact with her. "What, Argent?"
"Why do they call you The Nazi?"
Ramsey turned around and looked around the room, causing Allison to already regret asking the question. "Why are we having this conversation?"
"I was just wondering, because you know, you're...not-"
"Go practice some medicine and go away!"
Practically falling out of her chair, Allison grabbed her chart and got out of Ramsey's field of vision as fast as she could, running down the hall until she fell right into Scott, spilling her files all over the floor.
"Perfect." She sighed.
"I'm so sorry." Scott pleaded, hands up as if he were being robbed. It was kind of cute how much of a puppy Scott was, Allison had to admit.
She smiled at it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"Me either. Let me help you."
Before she could protest, Scott was bending down on the floor to help her collect her patient's files. She scrounged up as much as she could so that he wasn't picking up the most of it, because she was still her father's daughter and she could take care of herself, but it was the sweetest thing that he wanted to help her.
Once they had everything collected, Allison looked into Scott's eyes and smiled, mimicking the one splashed upon his adorable features. She watched as his eyebrow wiggled a little bit, almost as if in interest of something he saw. Realizing that her face was getting hot, Allison shot straight up and pulled the chart to her chest as fast as she could. Scott stood up too, wondering if something was up.
"Sorry," she laughed it off. "I really should be getting back to my patient."
Scott nodded. "Right." he smiled again. "Sorry again."
"It's my fault, seriously. But thanks. Oh, and congrats on your surgery again."
He grinned that damn grin again that Allison was beginning to like way too much, way too fast for her liking. She scrunched up her face mentally at herself. This was her place of employment, not high school. Why was she feeling like such a teenager?
"See you later, Scott."
"Yeah. Later, Allison."
Cursing herself, Allison left Scott in the hallway and, even though felt as if he were staring at her ass the entire time, she smiled at their little cute interaction that had just played out before she wiped it from her face and reminded herself that she was here to be a doctor. Nothing else mattered.
Just then, Stiles came up to Scott by clasping his hand on the man's shoulder, almost scaring the literal crap out of the taller man.
"Jesus, Stiles. Scuffle your feet or something so I know you're on your way."
"I saw that, dude." Stiles laughed. "She wants it. She wants it bad."
"Shut up," Scott half-smiled, then went completely cold. "Mind your own business."
Once again, Stiles' pager goes off again, his eyes roll as he sees that it's Barbie again.
"Damn it, Barbie."
"Is that your patient?" Scott asked.
"Right now I'm not sure if he's a patient or just a child."
Stiles started walking towards the stairs, not even bothering to rush because, knowing Barbie, he just wanted to ask him which restaurant he wanted to eat at for their date. By the time Stiles made it to the hallway, he saw nurses rushing a crash cart toward Barbie's room. "Crap!" Running, Stiles slid into the room and saw Barbie convulsing on the hospital bed for real this time, his monitor going crazy.
"Where were you!?" a nurse yells at him. "He's having grand mal seizures. How do you want to proceed, Dr. Stilinski?"
"Oh my god." Stiles said, running a hand through his hair. "I thought he was...before he was kidding and-"
"Dr. Stilinski!" the nurse yelled once more as they handed him his chart.
"Right. Crap." Stiles skimmed a few things before speaking again. "How's his morazopam?"
"He's had 4 milligrams."
"Did you page Ramsey and Dr. Hale?"
"Dr. Stilinski, he's not responding to the morazopam."
"Crap." he uttered gain. "Um, Phenolbarbitol. Try Phenolbarbitol."
One of the nurses did as he instructed, but nothing happened.
"No change, Doctor."
Stiles sighed. "Page Dr. Hale."
"We already-"
"Page him again!"
Suddenly, the monitor goes flat, causing panic to slam amongst the room.
"Code blue!" a nurse screams.
"Charge paddles to 300." Stiles demands. He shocks Barbie, but nothing happens. "360. Now!" The paddles are charged again, but when Stiles shocks him, there's still no change. "Don't go like this, Barbie. Fight!" he sighs. "Charge again."
"Dr. Stilinski, after sixty seconds, you have to-"
"Charge. Again."
Reluctantly, the nurse charges the paddles to 360 once more, giving Stiles the okay to try again. He slams the paddles against Barbie's chest and hopes that this shocks him back to the land of the living. They sit there for a couple seconds that feel like hours when Barbie's monitor slowly starts to beep once more. Stiles looks to the ground and lets out a huge sigh.
"Pressure's back." the nurse charging the paddles exclaimed.
"Rate's climbing." another one said.
Out of nowhere, Derek came rushing into the room. Stiles turned to meet his eyes, and Derek looked right at him. At first, his gaze was familiar, like the stare that had ignited them at the bar last night and eventually to his house, but it was gone in an instant. His green eyes went dark and cold, and his sneer became apparent through them.
"What the hell happened to him?" he said, looking right at Stiles.
"He seized and then he flatlined and I know I should have administered something after the sixty seconds but I thought-"
"He was your responsibility! What in God's name was more important?"
"Derek-Dr. Hale, I was checking on him! But he-"
"Get out of my face. He's on my watch now." Derek's eyes scanned him over one good time, and then he looked right into Stiles' warm brown eyes and scoffed at him in disgust. "Leave. Now!"
Stiles moves out of the way as Derek orders for his chart. Stiles looked at Barbie, whom was still unconscious, and then back at Derek. He caught him glancing back at him, and he promptly shouted "Go!" while pointing toward the direction he'd rather Stiles be looking. Feeling completely guilty for not checking on Barbie in time and then taking Derek's heated anger, Stiles began to quicken his pace as he headed down the hallway.
"Stilinski!" he heard Ramsey shout at him. He turned around to meet her gaze. "Why didn't I get a page? I'm in charge of you and now you're just running codes and-" But Stiles didn't listen to the rest, he couldn't. He felt enough without enduring her perfectly sharp insults. He just turned down the next hall and quickly spotted an on-call room, gunning for it. But not before he caught Scott at the nurse's station, looking out just as he opened up the door of the on-call room.
"Stiles?" he called, but he slammed the door behind him. A flood of emotions hitting him. Guilt. Rejection. Inadequacy. Fear. It all came over Stiles like a hurricane, knocking the wind out of him. Just as he pictured the look of shame and despair on Derek's face when he saw Stiles in Barbie's room, he couldn't contain it like he thought he could, and the tears and sobs came from him with ease. Just as he started to collect himself, Scott opened up the door quickly and slid in. Shying from view, Stiles turned around and quickly wiped his face as Scott hurriedly shut the door.
"Hey dude," Stiles laughed, trying to cover up the fact that he was sniffling and currently drying his eyes. "What's up?"
"Stiles," Scott began, with such a softness in his voice, it almost made Stiles want to admit what had happened with Derek and everything. But only almost. "What happened?"
Stiles paused, but decided to just give him a brief recap. "Barbie...my patient...he almost, and it would have been my fault. Then Hale-" Stiles paused as he choked up.
"Hey," Scott went over to him and grabbed his shoulders. "It's okay. It's alright."
When Stiles looked up into Scott's eyes, he felt a couple tears slip out. "Don't tell anyone."
Instead of answering, Scott just pulled Stiles into a hug and patted his back a couple times, pulling him close. When they separated, Scott was smiling.
"Already forgotten." Stiles quickly punched Scott in the shoulder. "Ow!" he grabbed his shoulder. "What the hell was that for?"
"I just want you to know that just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm soft or whatever."
"Crying doesn't make you soft," Scott said. "It makes you human."
Stiles smiled, laughing. "Sorry I punched you."
"It's cool. But let's get out of here before people think we're doing it."
The new friends laughed and quickly got out of the on-call room, promising to meet up later as they parted their ways over their newly formed connection, despite the happenings that had inevitably brought them together.
x
As the sun began to rise, Derek was walking down the halls on the surgical floor, en route to finding Rick Barbara's parents after leaving the patient with the news he had on his seizures, or rather lack thereof. He had zero idea what was causing Mr. Barbara's seizures. He had previously thought that he had a seizure disorder, but now Derek didn't think that was the case. Trying to figure this one out on his first day was really getting the best of him. He was already rapidly lamenting at interns.
Stiles. He had been a little hard on him. Okay, really hard on him. But still, Derek was an attending and it was his job to chastise the interns. Maybe Stiles was right. Maybe they really couldn't do this. That scene in Mr. Barbara's room had been evidence enough. Maybe Derek would call off all ties to trying to get to know Stiles. At least for now. There were bigger things to take home at the moment.
"Dr. Hale!" A tall man and a graying blonde bounced over to him. "Are you my son's doctor?"
"Richard Barbara. They told us you were the doctor on the case." Mrs. Barbara went on.
"Yes," Derek sighed internally. He really didn't want to have this vague conversation. "I was actually looking for you to discuss your son's condition."
"He told us you had talked to him, but he said that you think he doesn't have a seizure disorder? The other doctor told us he was sure that's what it was." Mr. Barbara lamented.
"Yes, it was previously thought that the seizure disorder was the most likely, but after some tests, it seems that your son doesn't suffer from such a disorder." Derek said eloquently.
"So, what is wrong then?"
"I'm actually not exactly sure."
"Are you kidding me? This is supposed to be a prestigious hospital and you're telling me that you don't know?"
"Mr. Barbara, I understand your frustration, but I assure you that I'm working very hard on this case."
"No, you're not Dr. Lazy. If you were, you'd be out there finding me some damn answers for what's wrong with my kid!"
Mr. Barbara stormed off after that, with Mrs. Barbara quietly giving Derek her apologies while Derek looked up to see his uncle Peter staring him down from across the room.
"Rough first day, Nephew?"
"Screw off." he said to him, walking away. He was already pissed off that his uncle had, somehow "by accident", started working at the same hospital that he had moved to and now he was mocking him? He didn't have time for it. Not when time for Rick Barbara could be running out.
x
Stiles and Scott entered the boardroom, just as they had been instructed, and quickly found where Lydia, Allison, and Isaac were mulling over why they were there in the corner.
"Any news?" Scott asked as they both sit down.
"Nothing yet." Allison said, making sure to avoid eye contact with Scott.
"I heard that they round up the interns and just yell at them in a public forum kind of setting." Isaac shrugged.
"Oh, please." Lydia snorted. "What's medical about that? Nothing procedural about putting us in a pin like some farm animals for the slaughter."
Just then, Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Derek Hale made their way towards the boardroom.
"And here comes the butcher." Stiles said to himself.
They both came into the room and threw a bunch of files on the table surrounding each of the interns.
"This case is for a patient of mine, Rick Barbara. Normally, this is pretty unorthodox, but I need the extra eyes and minds trying to figure out what's going on with this guy. Or else he could die without any just cause. Help me find out what's wrong with him. And the intern that does, gets to scrub in if he needs surgery. Time is running out, so hurry up. And, uh, good luck."
With that, Derek left the room, not even once glancing at Stiles. Not that Stiles was paying attention to that or anything. Dr. Ramsey looked at all the interns. "Well? You heard him. Get your files and get to work. Now."
Following her direction, each of the interns grabbed a file and hoped that they were the ones that got to perform surgery with Dr. Hale. Except for Stiles, who was really just hoping that he could help one of his friends get a chance to cut with the man that he really wished had remained a stranger.
As Scott and Stiles started flipping through the file, Stiles was getting more and more aware of how Derek had treated him in the boardroom. Now he was just completely ignoring him? Rolling his eyes, he decided it was for the best. Working with his one night stand was awkward enough without furthering it by seeing him.
"Hey," Scott said, spiraling Stiles out of his inner monologue on why Derek had to be so frustrating while being equally so fine that all fifty states considered him illegal. "Since you're his intern, wanna work together? Dual chance Hale will choose us for the surgery."
"You can have the surgery, dude." Stiles said as they reached a quiet corner of the research library. "I'm totally not vying for personal time with Baby Hale."
Scott laughed at first, but when Stiles just kept flipping through the file and sat on the floor, not laughing, Scott realized he was serious. "Wait, what? Why?"
Rolling his eyes, Stiles motioned for him to sit down. "Do you want the extra help or not?"
Scott nodded, and reluctantly sat on the floor and flipped through the file. "Okay, no acidosis, his scans are clean, so no tumor."
"Yeah. No anoxia or chronic renal failure either."
"Infection?"
"Clean." Stiles sighed. "No white count, no CT lesions, no fevers. His spinal tap is clear."
"What's going on with you and Hale?"
Looking up from the file, Stiles rolled his eyes. "Nothing."
"Totally something, dude." Scott put the file down. "Just tell me what happened."
Stiles grunted and set his file down. "You can't like, flip or yell or anything like that because if you freak out, I will freak out and if I freak out, you will get punched. And a lot harder than in the on-call room and in a much tender area."
"Spit it out already!" Scott laughed, keeping a straight face as he waited for Stiles to spill the proverbial beans.
Taking a chaste breath, Stiles closed his eyes and squinted, hoping he wasn't making a mistake. He had told Derek that it hadn't happened, and here he was, ready to tell Scott? Sighing once more, Stiles opened his eyes. He really hoping he wasn't making a mistake by telling him, but he had to tell someone.
"We had sex. Dirty, raunchy, uninhibited, completely hot and sweaty sex."
Scott stared at him for a couple of seconds, registering everything before saying a word. Stiles was actually starting to get a little worried, but without a word, Scott reached for his file and kept skimming through Barbie's file.
"Aneurysms. What about aneurysms?"
Cursing himself mentally, Stiles picked up his file. "No headaches, CT's void of blood."
"He doesn't have any drug use or trauma or anything." Then Scott paused. "How good was the sex? Hale looks like a powerhouse of sexual release." Scott laughed. "Not that he's my type or anything."
"Forget I told you. We don't have anything else that's going to help Barbie. He's just a guy who wants to play his music and get his career started. And take me on a date." he sighed.
"First Hale, now Barbie? Pace yourself, Stilinski."
"Shut up."
"What kind of music does he do anyway?"
"I think he said something like a mix between doo-wop and blues pop."
Scott laughed, snorting a little bit. "What the hell."
"Stop," Stiles laughed with him. "I think it's cool. He said he incorporates this like crazy rage induced choreography and stuff."
That's when it hit Stiles.
"Crap."
Scott watched the transformation and realization came washing over Stiles' dignified features. "What?"
x
Derek, at the nurse's station trying to make a break on the Barbara case, when he saw a blur of erratic motion coming from his peripheral. When he looked up he saw Stiles and another intern running up to the counter, apparently to see him. They slammed against the nurse's station, causing Derek's green eyes constrict at the noise before scanning the pair over.
"What?" he said, looking at Scott and trying not to even acknowledge Stiles because he had this prideful sheen about him right now and it was actually turning him on.
"We think we have something about Barbie." Stiles said.
"Mr. Barbara." Derek corrected him, looking his way only to give him a dissatisfied glare before returning his gaze to Scott. "Go on."
"CT says there's zero evidence of him having an aneurysm, right?" Scott began.
"But Barbie does this weird like, Celtic rage choreography when he performs and-"
"Mr. Barbara." Derek grunted again. Stiles was sexy, sure. But the unprofessionalism was baffling him in the worst way.
"What if he has one anyway?" Scott offered.
"He told me he once took this fall when he was really getting into this song and-"
"Are you actually suggesting," Derek said, taking the time to look at Stiles. "That such an insignificant fall could cause this kind of aneurysm to burst? Literally zero chance." He scoffed. Absurd. This was completely absurd. Derek gathered his things and started to walk away from the insidious pair. "I'm not wasting my time with this nonsense. Hit the books again. Come back when you have more appeal than a zero chance hypothetical."
Before Scott or Stiles could stop him, he rounded a corner and went up the stairwell, leaving them behind as he heard Stiles say "That went just like expected" in a hushed voice. Pausing on a platform, Derek took a moment to look at the file. Rick's scans were clean. No evidence that he ever had an aneurysm. And Derek was a neurosurgeon, nuero was something Derek knew a lot about. But, something about Rick's file wasn't right. He had sensed it ever since he asked the interns for help. It never was this difficult to diagnose a patient before. Maybe there was something that couldn't be explained to Derek in medical terms. Maybe, as much as it pained him to admit it, just maybe they were onto something.
"I'm telling you, he's not going to budge just because I sucked his co-"
Derek returned from the stairwell and stomped right on over to Scott and Stiles, who apparently had been talking about him in his absence by the look of shame on their faces.
"Let's go to Mr. Barbara."
Stiles and Scott exchanged a look of caution. "Why?" the latter spoke up.
Derek sighed, sliding his hands in his pockets. "To see if Rick is a zero chance."
They walked back over to the nurse's station and Derek quickly asked for Barbie's chart, much to Stiles' surprise.
"This is absolutely insanity that such a fall could cause this, but I really think that you're onto something." Derek said, actually smiling at the pair of them, enough to shock Stiles into a coma after how standoffish he'd been ever since their stairwell talk.
"So, you said you'd pick someone to scrub in with you." Scott said. "Assuming you're doing the surgery soon."
"Yes," Derek said nonchalantly, as if he had almost forgotten. Stiles was just about to open up his mouth to tell Derek to give it to Scott, when Derek gave him his best smile. "Stiles," he flashed his insanely annoying perfectly white teeth at him. "I'll meet you in the OR."
Derek stormed away immediately, eliminating the chance for Stiles to speak up on Scott's behalf, but that didn't stop Scott from pushing Stiles a little.
"Are you serious?"
"Scott, he didn't give me a chance to-"
Scott put his hands up in defeat. "I get it. He got in your pants, and now you get favors."
"Scott!" Stiles said in a hushed yell, hoping no one had heard since no one was relatively close.
"Screw you, Stilinski. Enjoy the OR." Scott then followed Derek's exit and stormed off of the surgical floor that involved a view of Stiles.
"Scott!" he yelled across the floor, earning him a few stares from people as he cursed himself for this gigantic mess that was his life right now.
x
Even though he still had like half of his shift to go through, Isaac was more than glad that it was at least trying to come to a close. He was dealing with incoming ER, so he was becoming a massive pro at sutures, not that Isaac minded. It was actually kind of relaxing compared to everything else going on. With all the ER trauma, he hadn't even had time to try and get on Hale's mystery diagnosis surgery, even though he heard that Stiles and Scott were making some headway with it. He hadn't seen Allison or Lydia the whole day and wasn't really sure where Ramsey even was. Not that he was complaining about the quiet. Or rather, the previous quiet, because as he was suturing another patient, Scott came storming up to him.
"God, I want to strangle Stiles." Scott scoffed as he plopped down in a spare seat on the opposite side of Isaac's patient while he sutured his arm from an apparent "accidental spousal stabbing". Not that Isaac really believed that a whole hell of a lot.
"What did he do?" Isaac sighed, all the while the patient looked completely enthused.
"He just won the stupid surgery with Hale." Scott scoffed again. "Hale's already favoring him and it's literally making me sick."
"Dude, you already got a surgery today. And wait, why do you think Hale's favoring Stiles? Why would he?"
Scott was angry, but he wasn't about to rat out Stiles. At least not yet. "He just picked him over me. And I kicked that appy's ass!"
"Don't you think your friend deserves his moment to shine in the OR too? I think you're being a little selfish, to be honest." Isaac and Scott both looked at his patient, a man well into his forties with a handlebar mustache.
"Um, do you even have a good reason to chime in? How'd you mess up your arm?" Scott said.
"My wife got mad because I asked her to make me a sandwich."
"Yeah, no merit." Scott said, deciding to ignore the patient from now on. "Seriously, I'm pissed off because I helped Stiles come to the conclusion."
"But Stiles found out the diagnosis?" Isaac laughed.
"Yeah, but I helped. Like, tremendously. I'm sure of it."
"Man, let it go. You should be worrying about Martin stealing our surgeries." Isaac finished the last of the sutures, scooting back to let the patient up. "Alright, Mr. Darach, just go see that guy over there, and he'll get you out of here. Have a nice day." The patient quickly walked out of there, but he seemed to want to hear the ending of their squabbles. Once he was out of earshot, Isaac looked back at Scott. "That red-headed banshee is out for blood."
"I guess you're right." he sighed. "I just, I screwed up with Hale, the other Hale, and I just really don't want people to underestimate me."
"After your appy, I doubt you're going to have a problem with that."
"I know how people see me," Scott countered. "They look at my face and see a puppy. Well, that's all fine and good, but they see a chihuahua when really? I'm going to go full pit bull on their asses this year. Just you watch."
Isaac laughed. "That's a little stereotypical of you. I had a family pit bull."
"And what happened to him?"
"He bit me and then ran away."
Scott stood up and patted Isaac on the chest. "Stereotype solidified. I'll catch you later."
"Yeah, later."
After he watched Scott hurry down the hall, he sent a quiet pray to the sky that his day was a lot less stressful as a nurse started over to him with another suture, bringing a smile to his face as he greeted the next uncomplicated patient.
x
Back in the Tunnels, Allison was telling Lydia about the apparent drama between Scott and Stiles that Isaac had told her about and how amazing it was that their little group was already having trouble among them, let alone with fellow interns with other residents.
"I mean, I see where Scott is coming from." Allison chimed in after Lydia said Scott was being a baby about hogging the OR. "He just want to prove himself."
"Oh please!" Lydia said, throwing herself on one of the gurneys in the tunnels. "Scott's just being jealous and honestly," Unbeknownst to Lydia, Scott was actually just coming down to the tunnels and just rounded the corner as "He needs to get the hell over himself for an appy that anyone could have performed" came flying out of her mouth.
Scoffing, Scott flailed his arm in Lydia's direction with a snack size Lay's bag. "Nice. Thanks for the support."
"Not sorry," Lydia said, flicking her hair. "Surgical is cut throat. And I look forward to the lovely pressing of a cool dagger shining against every single one of your necks."
"God, cold hearted snake much?" Allison quipped. "Paula Abdul seriously had to be your ringtone."
"It's fine," Scott plopped on a gurney and quickly opened his chips. "Isaac actually told me I was being a douche. It's cool and I'm happy for Stiles."
Just then, Stiles came into the tunnels. "I'm so glad to hear you say that, because you know I didn't even want the surgery. And I actually can down here to tell you that I'm gonna tell him that you came up with the idea."
"No," Scott demanded. "Don't strain yourself."
Stiles sighed. "Scott, I'm trying here."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just have this weird determination to prove myself."
"Then go prove yourself! You know I don't want to spend time with Hale."
"Wait, why?" Allison said, giving him a weird are-you-crazy look.
"Yeah," Lydia said, standing up and crossing her arms in an inquisitive manner. "What's wrong with Hale?"
Stalling, Stiles just started laughing in a nervous way. "Nothing. I'm sure he's a great surgeon I just...don't want to have you guys getting made just because…" He couldn't tell all of them about him and Derek. Telling Scott had pseudo-blown up in his face and he wasn't going to drive into that busy freeway just yet. So he got a great cover story. "Just because I'm Claudia Leigh's son."
It was the first time that they had heard Stiles mention it, and they hadn't discussed it since lunch when Stiles had almost walked in on their conversation.
"I don't think that's what's going on here." Lydia said, lockinhuhg eyes with Stiles. "What's really going on with you and Hale?"
Stiles laughed nervously again and ran a hand through his lazily styled hair. "What-what are you talking about? Why do you assume that something is going on between me and Hale?"
As Lydia confronted Stiles, Allison looked over at Scott to see a weird look glaze over his features. "Scott?" she chimed quietly, but Lydia, of course, picked up on it.
"Scott, what's going on? I know he had to have told you." Lydia said, using her siren like looks to try and pry it out of him.
Scott looked over her shoulder and watched Stiles miming that he was dead if he told them what had transpired between him and Derek last night.
"Um,"
Sighing, Stiles saw that this obviously wasn't going to go away. So, he decided to just rip the band-aid off and just blurt it out.
"We had sex, alright?"
Just that moment, as if it weren't weird enough with everyone staring at him, Isaac had just so happened to join them. So now all of them knew. Crap. Just great.
"You had sex!?" Isaac screamed.
Not ready to deal with the drama of his friends knowing and asking about Derek, Stiles fled the tunnels, deciding to go study for his surgery instead of listening to his friends question him about how hot sex was with Derek Hale.
x
After the whole revelation in the tunnel, Lydia was walking over to the nurse's station to finish discharging a patient of hers that she had for literally twenty minutes. As she did, Peter Hale came walking up to her.
"Which one are you?"
Turning around, Lydia looked into his weirdly sensual eyes and his shoulders were broad, which she had to admit were her weakness. But she definitely should not be sexualizing the stature of her boss. Like, at all.
"Excuse me?" She scoffed.
"Which one are you of Ramsey's? Argent or Martin?"
"My name is Lydia. Lydia Martin."
Peter smirked. "So the super genius. I need an intern to scrub in with me on a bypass. Interested?"
Lydia almost choked on her tongue. Scrub in? On a heart surgery? Cardio was Lydia's dream, and here was the head of cardiothoracic surgery, asking for her help in assisting his surgery.
"Absolutely. I'm there."
"Not yet. Follow me, Martin."
As they walked away, Lydia couldn't help but notice two things: She was about to assist on her first cardio surgery, and Peter Hale had an undeniably sexy ass.
x
Stiles just walked into Barbie's room, where Derek was waiting on him, prepping Barbie for the transport to the OR, Barbie in a deep sleep. Once he slipped through the door, Derek turned back and looked at Stiles, trying for a small, procedural smile, one Stiles tried to mimic, but he was sure he just looked constipated.
"Hey," Stiles said matter-of-factly.
"Hey…"
Derek finished dressing Barbie appropriately, and they both stood in silence until the nurse left the room, which came to Stiles like a breath of chaste air. Taking in a deep sigh before continuing, Stiles locked eyes with Derek.
"Did you pick me for this surgery because we had sex?"
"Absolutely." he said, not even cracking a smile. When Stiles just rolled his eyes, Derek went on with, "Stiles, I'm just kidding."
"I''ll go get Scott. He really wants the surgery and I'm not doing this with you."
"Stiles,"
"Derek, I can't do this."
Derek stood up from his chair and closed a little of the space between the two of them. "I picked you because you're his doctor. You're the one that found the diagnosis, right? You're the one that deserves this surgery. You," Derek paused. "Us having sex, you shouldn't even think that I would ever do that."
x
"So wait, you're crushing on Scott?"
Allison rolled her eyes as she laughed as her and Lydia were hold up at the nurse's station, charting on some patients for Ramsey.
"I mean, earlier we kind of had a little moment or whatever. It's seriously no big deal."
Lydia laughed. "Personally," she started, as Peter just so happened to slow down and smile at the pair. "I like them a little...experienced."
"So, who are you staying with?" Allison asked.
"Staying with? Oh no, honey. I have my own apartment. I mean, I have at least some tact." Lydia smiled, flipping her red hair up in a ponytail really quick. "Not having your own place is for virgins or people who still live with their parents."
Allison laughed, only sarcastically before turning around and whispering to herself, "I need to move out of my dad's house."
x
Stiles, finally in the OR, was actually really excited to be assisting Derek with Barbie's surgery. He was actually looking into Barbie's brain and seeing the problem with his aneurysm. Derek actually motioned for him to get a closer look. If he would have been able to see, Derek would have seen Stiles smiling at him behind his mask. And if only Stiles knew that Derek was smiling back.
"See that?" he said, pointing at Barbie's lesion.
"That's it?"
"That's it." he smiled, letting the gesture slip into his tone.
Looking into Derek's eyes, Stiles smiled. This was it. Surgery. He was here. He was finally here. At this moment, Stiles considered himself an official doctor. Not only that, but he was a doctor that had correctly diagnosed his patient. And it was completely intoxicating.
As he looked up into the gallery, he saw Scott and even Lydia, watching his surgery as he caught the other Hale and even the Chief standing in the gallery. This was his moment. Stiles actually thought he might be a little drunk off of the experience, especially as he looked back into Derek's eyes, thinking he almost saw the glimpse of approval in his green eyes.
Relaxing after the surgery, Stiles couldn't stop smiling as he sat just outside the OR. It was so thrilling to be looking inside of someone's brain like that. He felt like he could do anything after seeing that. He could literally accomplish anything. It was such a high. Before he could realize it, Scott was sitting next to him, sighing deeply.
"Look, I'm really sorry. About the yelling or whatever." Scott started. "I was a little jealous and everything and...can we just skip this crap and be bros?"
Stiles chuckled. "Sure, man."
"Thank God. I'm too tired to hug it out. I need some sleep."
"Yeah, you look like hell."
"If I look like hell," Scott said, standing up. "I must be hot."
Laughing as he walked away, Stiles shook his head at him. But at least he was over his whole tiff with Scott. He really wanted to be friends with him, with all of his group and befriending Scott was the perfect place to start.
The doors to the OR hallway swung back open, and Derek stepped out, looking completely spent, but still totally hot in his navy blue attending scrubs. He looked over Stiles and caught the giddy glazing look that was glowing off of him.
"What is it?" he scoffed.
"That was absolutely amazing," Stiles said, looking up at him lazily. "That was better than I ever thought it would be when I was at Dartmouth. You practice and you imagine and you study. But that?" Stiles laughed and stood up, grinning back at Derek even more. "That was better than sex."
"I don't know. I've had some pretty radical sex as of late." Derek smiled slowly.
Stiles just looked back at him, half flattered, half shy at the fact that Derek was bringing up last night once again.
"Well, I guess I should get back to Ramsey, or...whatever."
"Yeah," Derek nodded. "Yeah, you should."
"I'll, uh," Running a hand through his hair, adjusting it a little, Stiles scoffed. "I'll...see you around?"
Nodding, Derek grinned. "Yeah, absolutely."
"Alright," Completely over the awkwardness, Stiles started to walk away. "Bye."
x
As they all laughed and reminisced over their first shift together, Stiles walked out of Seattle Grace Hospital with his new friends. Scott and Isaac were hanging off of each other, barking at each other about their days while Allison and Lydia were hooking their arms together, gossiping about how they were going to celebrate. Stiles stopped walking and just watched them. They had made it. As the sun was coming up, Stiles knew that they had survived. Together. They were doctors. But more importantly, they were friends.
"Stiles!"
Allison's yell caught him off guard, and caused him to glance over at the four of them.
"There's a bar across the street. Let's go!" Isaac hollered.
Laughing, Stiles ran to catch up with his friends, ready to unwind after the absolute craziest forty eight hours, but a forty eight hours that he wouldn't have changed for the world.
Later in the morning, Stiles was visiting a grave, placing some flowers down at the tombstone.
"I made it, Mom." he smiled down at the grave, which read Claudia Leigh-Stilinski. "I'm finally a doctor." He paused to laugh. "I'm proud of myself. I hope you're proud of me." He then looked off into the distance, which displayed a building about a mile off. "I know that Dad would be…"
Stiles walked into the building he had gazed at from his mother's grave, signing in at the front desk of the residence before being directed over to an older man, sitting by the window, looking out towards the grave that Stiles had just visited.
"I'm going to keep the house." Stiles told the man as he sat down next to him. "I know I said I was going to sell it, but I feel closer to Mom there...I don't know. I just, can't part with it for right now." The man doesn't budge, just keeps looking out into the distance. "I'm going to have to rent out the two rooms, but I'm willing to do it."
"I'm not supposed to see the doctor today." the man in front of him said.
"I'm not your doctor. But I am a doctor. I'm a surgeon."
"I think my son's a surgeon." the man nodded.
"He is." Stiles smiled weakly. "It's me, Dad. Stiles."
Not flinching, the man turned away from Stiles, not registering who he was, and looked back out towards the window. "My son," he began. "He's the one that killed my beautiful Claudia."
Choking back on the sobs, Stiles felt his eyes tearing up. Smiling through the pain, Stiles grabbed his dad's hand.
"I'll see you next week," but his father just stared out at the grave. "Bye, Dad."
As Stiles got up, his tears fell silently from his face, unable to look back at his father for their past vents as he left the Seattle Adult Care Facility, ready to go to sleep after he spent the entire day, in more ways than one, under the knife.