Title: Oblivious
Pairing: Evan/Divya
Rating: K+ (for now)
Genre: Romance, Humor, Angst
Cat: Het
Spoilers: Post-The Hankover.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Despite how smart they are, Evan and Divya are completely oblivious when it comes to each other.
Author's Note: Okay, I knew I had to write SOMETHING when I saw The Hankover (and honestly, I need to write something for In Vino Veritas, too, because that episode was amazing for the Divyan), and I've been convinced to start posting. I only have three chapters written at the moment, but hopefully the new season will spur me to write more! I started this right after The Hankover first aired, so nothing after that point exists in this fic. Curious to hear what people think! My first fic for this fandom, so especially interested in hearing what people think because of that. :)

Evan stood watching the now blank screen before him, attempting to process what he had just seen. He was so sure . . .

When he finally tore his eyes off the screen, he found his gaze automatically following where Divya had wandered, and found her with her phone out and staring at it with a smile. He gave a bittersweet smile. Not everything he had done had been -

"Evan."

He blinked, withdrawing from his thoughts and looking to Divya, who was looking at him with a questioning look on her face. "Yes?" he said, knowing she probably wasn't going to appreciate that response, but not really knowing what else to say.

Divya's expression turned incredulous and she began walking back to him. "Yes? Is that all you have to say?" She stopped a few feet away from him. "Evan, what were you doing with that video?"

"Well, technically I believe you'll find it was a DVD presentation . . ."

"Enough!" Divya closed the space between them, poking Evan in the chest when she reached him. "Why can't you stay out of my personal life? Or are you just this invasive of everyone's space?"

Evan threw his hands up in exasperation and then pointed a finger at Divya as he countered her question. "Oh, so now I'm 'invasive,' to use your fancy word? Call me crazy, but I thought I was protecting you."

"Protecting me from what?" Divya spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "A fiancé who loves and cares about me? God forbid I actually be happy!"

Evan barked out a laugh at that and shook his head in disbelief. "That's rich, coming from you." His smile disappeared. "You're not happy with Raj. You don't want to marry him. You're telling yourself and everyone around you that this is what you want, but you can't fool me. I know what you really want -"

A sharp slap interrupted Evan's rant and he raised his hand to his stinging cheek and then looked back to Divya, who was staring at him with a mixture of anger and surprise at her own actions, her cheeks flushed. His lips turned up on one side into a smirk and Divya's eyes narrowed and she let out a huff, then turned to stomp out of the guest house.

Evan watched as she left, his fingers still caressing where she had slapped him. "Feisty," he muttered to himself, and sat down at the counter, picking up Dieter's note and reading it again. "Man, you'd think being a fancy butler and all, the guy would have better handwriting."

The sound of footsteps caused him to look up and he saw Hank enter the room, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, everything okay down here? I thought I heard yelling."

Evan nodded, swiveling to face his older brother. "Yeah, yeah, there was some yelling. Even a bit of slapping." He smirked again at the thought.

Hank groaned. "Ev, don't tell me -"

"Whoa, whoa, Henry," Evan interrupted, holding up his hands. "I would never hit a woman. Especially not one as scary as Divya."

Hank's eyes widened and he couldn't keep the amusement from his voice as he figured out what had happened. "Divya slapped you? And you're happy about that?"

Evan shrugged. "She was . . . overwhelmed. It happens a lot with ladies around me." He stroked his cheek again.

Hank rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm sure that's it." He studied Evan for a few moments then and finally said, "Why do you care so much?"

Evan puffed out his chest as he responded. "I've been known to be a bit of a Ghandi-type figure, it's true. Though taller and much better looking, no offense to the Ghand."

"The Ghand?" Hank repeated incredulously before mouthing, 'Wow,' and continuing. "No, Ev, I'm not awarding you Humanitarian of the Year over here. You know what I'm talking about."

"Hmm, I believe you'll have to elaborate a bit more on that, Henry," Evan said, checking out his reflection on the back of his phone.

"Divya," Hank said quietly, waiting to gauge Evan's response.

Evan didn't look up from his phone. "What about her?" He made a pouty face at the phone.

Hank scowled, muttering, "Give me that," before yanking the phone from Evan's grip, garnering a glare from the younger Lawson brother. He gave him a pointed look in return. "You won't leave this Raj thing alone. Why?"

Evan shrugged and looked away. "I'm worried about the future of HankMed. Our clients are well-acquainted with the three of us, and losing one-third of our business could, well, lose us one-third of our business. These Hamptons folk won't like having to entrust their medical issues to another PA."

"Yeah, that's not it," Hank said, and Evan slowly turned to face him.

"What do you want me to say? That all this is because I'm in love with her and want her to be with me instead of the man she's being forced to marry?" All kidding was gone from Evan's expression now as he stared down his brother. "I'm not in love with her, Hank."

Hank nodded slowly. "Okay, I believe that," he finally said, and it wasn't a ploy to break down Evan's defenses - he really did believe him. He paused a moment, then said, "But you could be someday."

Evan gave Hank a look like he had just told him he'd bought his medical license off Wikipedia. "What kind of dream world are you living in, Henry?"

"Please stop calling me that," Hank interrupted briefly, and Evan ignored his request as he continued.

"Divya hates me," he said, then paused and amended, "Well, maybe not hates, but severely dislikes. There is no way she would ever be -"

"Evan," Hank interrupted again. "I wasn't talking about Divya's feelings for you. I was talking about your feelings for her." He looked out on the disaster area that was the courtyard and smiled at what he saw. "And I think you're wrong about her."

Evan narrowed his eyes at Hank. "What do you mean?"

Hank pointed out the window, at where Divya was sitting on a low stone wall, swinging her feet back and forth and looking out on the trashed lawn, her eyes bright and unfocused.

"Oh, God, I made her cry," Evan muttered, and stepped forward to go out to talk to her, but was held back by Hank. He turned to him. "What? I'm not just gonna let her sit out there and cry. She's probably waiting for me to come apologize."

Hank smiled at him. "Evan, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were gaining a conscience."

"Had that line used on me already, Henry," Evan said, looking out at Divya again. "By her, actually."

"Gee, that's a shock," Hank said, and clapped Evan on the shoulder. "I'm gonna go talk to her." He started walking to the door, as Evan protested behind him.

"You? Why not me? I'm the one she's mad at."

"Precisely," Hank said, pausing at the door to point at Evan. "Stay here. I'll handle this." He opened the door and walked out, leaving Evan to stare after him.

Hank walked casually across the lawn to where Divya sat and cleared his throat, causing her to jump slightly and look up at him. "Hank, hi."

Hank gave her a soft smile. "Can I sit down?"

"Oh, yes, of course," she said, clearly flustered. She motioned to the space next to her. "It is your wall, after all."

"Well," Hank said, hoisting himself up next to her, "technically it's Boris' wall."

Divya rolled her eyes and smiled. "Now you're starting to sound like . . ." She trailed off as she realized what she almost said and composed herself, sitting up straighter. "What is it you would like?"

"I heard about what happened in there," he said, then held up a finger as he corrected himself. "Actually, I heard what happened." He grinned as Divya covered her eyes with a hand.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry, Hank," she groaned, her cheeks darkening in embarrassment again. "I never intended for things to get so . . . loud."

"Yeah, Evan has that effect on people," Hank said, watching for Divya's reaction when he said his brother's name. She stiffened slightly, and set her lips in a line. Hank leaned in closer to her. "Divya, what's going on?"

She gave him a look of confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about, Hank."

Hank gave her a serious look. "Do you love Raj?"

Divya made a noise of disbelief that he would even ask such a question and said, "Of course I do! We've known each other for years and -"

"A year ago you were ready to call off the wedding because you weren't in love with Raj," Hank interrupted her. "And I think you still aren't."

Divya was quiet and still for a few moments, then slowly nodded and looked up at Hank, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Please don't tell him," she said, then allowed the first tear to fall, as Hank held out his arms for her to fall into.

Inside the guest house, Evan had been watching the exchange, and as soon as he saw Hank's arms wrap around Divya, the words, "Oh, crap," spilled from his mouth and he ran out of the house and up to the pair, skidding to a halt in front of them and dropping to his knees, causing them to part from each other with surprised looks.

"Evan, what are you doing?" Hank hissed, but Evan waved his question away, focusing his attention on Divya.

"Divs, I am so sorry," he started, ignoring the incredulous look she sent his way. "I honestly never meant to make you cry. I know I'm kind of a jerk sometimes, and I really shouldn't have asked for that DVD from Dieter, but he brought it up and it was just so tempting, and I thought Raj was getting his Bollywood freak on with Karma, but I really should have known better, because he'd have to be a freaking idiot to want someone else when he has you." He stopped rambling then, catching his breath, and noticed she wasn't saying anything. "Okay, I know that was a lot to take in, but -"

Divya stared at him in shock, then narrowed her eyes and said, "You are a complete knucklehead," before standing up and stalking away again, causing Evan to sigh and drop his head in defeat. When he looked up, Hank was giving him a dirty look.

He set his jaw and returned the glare. "Don't even start with me, Henry."

"I told you I would take care of it!" Hank said, looking over Evan's head to where Divya was standing in the driveway, talking on the phone with someone. He shook his head and looked back to Evan, who was looking like his favorite dog just died - or like someone had given him a Porsche only to take it away the next day. Hank sighed. "It wasn't about you."

Evan perked up. "What'd she say? She doesn't want to get married, does she? She just doesn't want to hurt Raj because they've been friends since their parents were wearing bell bottoms - okay, so I really can't imagine Mr. Katdare wearing bell bottoms, but you know what I mean . . ."

"Evan!" Hank interrupted, and Evan looked up to find him smiling down at him. "I can't tell you what she said."

Evan reached out and shook Hank. "She doesn't need to know, Hank! You can tell me. It's not like she's one of your patients or something."

"I can't, Evan. What Divya told me, she told me in confidentiality. She's not my patient, but she is a co-worker." He paused and really looked at Evan. "And she's a friend. I can't break her trust like that."

Evan nodded. "You're right. You're right." He clapped Hank on the thighs and pushed himself to his feet, using one of his hands to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon sun. "I'll just have to find out for myself." He started off toward the driveway, leaving Hank to call his name behind him.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Ambivalent about it? Ha. Whatever the case, let me know. :)