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Dead Sexy Society:

Chapter Two

Neil Perry had seen a lot of weird things in his internship. There was the lady who insisted that she was her dead husband reincarnated, and of course who could forget the man who had been convinced that Neil was trying to kill him and whacked him over the head with his cane not once, not twice, but thrice. But by far this was the weirdest thing that had happened yet, even if it was probably caused by a mild concussion. Still Neil couldn't help but wonder about his proposition so to speak. And apparently neither could the rest of the hospital.

"So," Ginny Danbury asked sidling up to him at the lunch counter, "I hear you have eyebrows to die for." She grinned at him cheekily grabbing a tray and trailing after him.

Neil sighed running a hair through his hair, "You heard about that then?"

"I think everyone in the hospital heard about it, it's not often we have a budding modeling talent in our midst. Unless you count Tammy in reception but I don't think doing Playboy really counts. I mean it's not as if they hired her for her face." Ginny said gesturing towards her chest and simultaneously grabbing a soggy looking turkey wrap. "So are you going to do it?"

He boggled at her for a second, "Are you serious? Ginny he had just received a blow to the head, it wasn't a serious offer, and besides I'm pretty sure my father would kill me and then reanimate me just to kill me again I even thought of doing something that might distract me from becoming a doctor." Neil tried to keep his tone light and joking but Ginny could tell that it was deeper than that, his father had always been a sore spot in his life.

"Well I don't think that your father has access to that kind of technology so you're really only looking at one death and also if it wasn't a serious offer," She paused taking a bite out of her turkey wrap with one hand and getting coffee with the other, "Then why is that guy sitting over there?"

Neil whipped around, sure enough Knox Overstreet was sitting off in the corner booth poring over a file which seemed to contain an endless supply of headshots. He looked terrible, his forehead was bruised from where he had hit the revolving door and he looked like he hadn't slept at all last night (which judging from the frenzied gulps from his coffee mug he hadn't). Suddenly he looked up and saw Neil and he jumped up so quickly he spilled his coffee onto his lap, Knox didn't seem to notice this however and rushed over to them with a rather embarrassing stain on the front of his trousers. "Oh thank god. I have been hear since 3 am, you have no idea how happy I am to see you." He clasped Neil on the arm and smiled at him in way that was slightly crazed and more than a little bit desperate. "You are a very hard man to find Mr. Perry, or is it Dr. Perry?" Knox lead him back to the booth, or rather half dragged him while Neil looked back at Ginny for help. She merely gave him a thumbs up and mouthed "You sexy beast!" before stuffing the rest of her wrap into her mouth and strolling back into the lobby abandoning Neil with the world's craziest modeling agent.

"Look Mr. Overstreet-"

"You really don't need to call me that, Knox is fine, I mean we're practically the same age anyways. And Charlie's a big fan of everyone being on a first name basis." He said clearing up the pile of headshot and gesturing for Neil to sit down.

"Alright then, Knox, look I'm sorry but you've got the wrong guy. I mean you did hit your head pretty hard and even if I looked like a model I'm in the middle of my intership and I really can't afford to get distracted by other things..." He trailed off waving a hand in a vague hand gesture before setting it gingerly on the table.

To Neil's surprise Knox broke out in a grin, "Oh you are perfect. Charlie's going to love you, you're the real deal." Neil blinked at him a few times in confusion.

"I don't think you understand me-"

Knox just continued grinning, "Don't you understand this is perfect! I only need someone for a one off and you fit the bill perfectly. I mean looks wise you are exactly what he wanted, and you aren't one of those whiny pretty boys who want me to get them a 20 year contract. It's so perfect!"

"Ya, or it would be if I were going to do it." Neil added finally starting to lose his temper, he had at least 6 charts he needed to finish and here he was talking to some modeling agent for god's sake.

Knox finally stopped fiddling with his portfolio and really looked up at Neil, to his surprise however he didn't look angry or disappointed, merely amused. "You're training to be a doctor so that means you had 4 years of university another 3 at med school and now you're doing this," Knox gestured around. "I'm offering you the chance to make a lot of money for simply standing around looking pretty for a few hours. I have guys at the agency who would literally kill for this job and you're turning it down why? Because you think you're too important? I don't understand it."

Neil clenched his fists together digging his nails into his palms, he really didn't want to get into his family drama with some random guy who didn't have enough coordination to walk through a revolving door. However underneath these thoughts there was a little voice whispering at him, why couldn't he do it? Take the day off? Pay off some of the mountain of debt he had accumulated despite the scholarships he had gleaned. The silence stretched on and on and before Neil could stop himself the little voice burst forth, "Fine! Fine! I'll do it."

"Really? Really!" And all of a sudden crazy happy Knox was back and fist pumping the air, "Okay, so here, this is the schedule and this is your contract, I have to get you to do one, even if it's just a one of, it's all just proceedure." He grinned, "I'm sure you know what it's like, dotting the i's and crossing the t's. Okay! Great, so I have to run but I will see you Tommorow morning. Just don't do anything to that pretty face until then and we'll all be fine." And with one more goofy grin and the smell of strong coffee Neil was left in the middle of the cafeteria holding a modeling contract of all things.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

A.N. So I know basically nothing about fashion magazines and being a doctor that doesn't come from television or movies. So because of that please excuse my vague explanations on the mechanics of those things, so far my research hasn't come up with many answers.

-C

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