I do not own Harvest moon! I do not own Harvest moon! I do not own Harvest moon!!!!!!

Thanks for the quick reviews on chapter 1! I'm really excited about writing this fic!

Hope you all enjoy, and for those of you who are wondering, no this isn't just a Christmas tale… it has a lot more meaning than that so you don't need to be in the holiday season to enjoy. =)

As always please review =)

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Claire dragged her worn body into Dr. Hardy's office….house place. She did not even bother knocking. She quickly helped herself to a chair and let out a huge sigh, every muscle in her body was aching.

"Well hello to you too" he chuckled lightly. "You do know it is Tuesday, correct?"

"Haha…funny" Claire grinned. It was more of a personal joke. Her and Dr. Hardy were good buddies now, since she visited a lot. Every time she stopped by other than on Wednesday Dr. Hardy would crack a joke.

"I love giving you a hard time girl" he reached into his pocket and seemed to press something. Then his smile slipped away, "You look pretty bad Claire, are you alright?"

"Well" she looked down, "My hand is um…kind of hurting. Could you maybe help me out here" His gaze dropped down to her still gloved hand, her tan glove had become a dull barn red color.

"Ahh! Ouch had did that one happen?" He was quick for an old man for he had already had bandages in his hand and a bottle of peroxide.

"Well… there must have been a storm last night or early this morning because my barn was wrecked…completely torn apart. My cows were under the rubble and I had to tear through the lumber to get to them" Her eyes started to well.

'No Claire, not here, not right now'

"That's terrible news! Hold on this might sting a bit"

'In doctor language that means a lot'

She gripped onto the chair with her left hand, allowing her right to rest freely in his hands.

He grabbed a pair of scissors and started hacking away at the glove. He made a small hole and continued to cut the rest of the glove off her hand, leaving the area around the splinter untouched. Dr. Hardy then observed the splinter with interest.

"This is very deep Claire, but it must come out. On three. 1..."

'OH MY GODDESS THIS IS GONNA HURT!! '

"2..."

'AHH STOP!'

"3" He yanked the splinter out of her hand quickly and covered the spot just as swiftly 'with a patch of gauze.

"AHHHHH! OUCH!" Claire screamed, but of course more than just those few simple words were running through her mind.

"Sorry about that but it had to happen" Dr. Hardy said with his professional voice.

The door to Dr. Hardy's hospital opened with a loud bang noise. This made Claire and Dr. Hardy jump in surprise…and there he was. Dr. Trent stood with a small crate under one arm and the other was still in the air. He only held that pose for a fraction of a second and was already at Claire's chair. He practically threw the crate aside and grabbed her hand away from Dr. Hardy.

"Claire what happened! Are you ok?" His face looked frantic, full of panic. Claire took some time to see what was happening and gave off a small grin. "I'm fine Dr. Trent. Just got a splinter that's all." He peered into her eyes with concern,

"How?"

"From lumber…" she simply stated, completely leaving out this mornings events.

"Claire you must be more careful!"

'Here we go…"

" You have to take good care of yourself!…" he continued to ramble on about how health was important but Claire dazed off to find Dr. Hardy's eyes. He was laughing to himself behind Dr. Trent's Back. Just like a child. Claire gave Dr. Hardy a death stare as if that would inform Dr. Hardy to tell Trent to stop, but of course Dr. Hardy couldn't resist a good laugh, so he did nothing. Once Trent was done with his speech he simply asked,

"…ok?'

"Oh…yes Dr. Trent I will definitely try to be more careful….not to be rude or anything but why are you here, its Tuesday today." She asked. His Doctor face swept off him and he grinned.

"Well I had a case of medicine to deliver to Dr. Hardy. I made it myself it's a muscle relaxer!"

" That's an achievement!"

"Yeah I know, right?" Trent removed the gauze off her hand to reveal a small hole where the splinter had been. Without saying a word he poured the peroxide on there and set more gauze on it. Claire jumped lightly, it was stingy and irritating. Trent mouthed a "I'm sorry" and grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around her hand snuggly and clipped it. "Please you have to be more careful" he looked gently into here eyes. His eyes were coal black but spilled out concern.

"Y-yes Doctor"

"Thank you…here." He pulled out a tube of antibiotic cream from his pants pocket and handed it to her. "Change the bandage twice a day and put this on it. This will keep the infection out and it will heal better"

"Ok" she grabbed the tube from his hand, her fingertips slightly grazing his soft palm. This made her shudder lightly.

"Are you ok? You cold?" Dr. Trent asked, still not one hundred percent at ease.

"Yes, a little" she lied.

"Well no wonder your coat is so thin, how can you work outside like that!"

"When I work I don't think about it really. I stay warm cause I'm always moving" she stated.

"That's not an excuse for a light jacket on in winter. Here," He peeled off his brown winter jacket, the jacket had a heavy lining of wool. "I can walk you home if you'd like so you can stay warm in an actual jacket." Then Claire looked at him, he was not in his normal white lab coat but he was in just a black t-shirt with brown kakis. She stared at him unknowingly.

'HES NOT WEARING HIS LAB COAT! GODDESS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!…please no more damage to my property! And, wow he looks…built!'

With the lab coat on she never really actually looked at Trent's features, they were always hidden away. His muscles were slightly toned, just enough to be looked at.

"um…Claire?"

"Oh! Sorry, um…no thank you Dr. Trent. Please I don't want to be a burden to you, you're a busy man." a blush started to creep up on her face.

"Nonsense its not a big deal! I'm on my way back to town anyway!" without allowing Claire to say anymore he wrapped his winter jacket around Claire, forcing her to stick her arms through the sleeves, even though her fingertips did not even reach the end. He buttoned up a few buttons.

He then turned to face Dr. Hardy, who already had the crate open and was inspecting Trent's work.

"This is very impressive Dr. Trent"

"Thank you. Did you need anything else?"

"Not at the moment, thank you though" the old man replied.

"Alright I will be taking Claire home then, I will be in first thing tomorrow. Good evening." With that he waved his hand towards Claire, issuing her to get up and follow. Trent opened the door for her and Claire slipped outside.

When Claire was out a good 15 feet, Trent pulled out his pager and gave a big smile to Dr. Hardy. "Thanks I owe you one"

"No problem, I'm just shocked at how fast you got here!" Dr. Hardy started pouring Dr. Trent's fake concoction down the drain.

"I am in shape you know!" Trent laughed along with Dr. Hardy. They said their goodbyes and Trent caught up to Claire for the walk back to the farm.

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Ooooo, Trent is a little sneaky one. He had to "drop off medicine" lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter I had fun writing it =P

Please review and tell me how you like it…or don't I guess lol.

Thanks for reading!

-Moonseeker

p.s. This story should be continued pretty quickly.