This particular chapter delves a little more into the character of Riley and throws a few hints in there about Jamie. I am personally unsatisfied with this chapter and feel that it lacks the basis of any good story, but in order to get into the next chapter, this one sorta has to be there. Anyway, I'm still doing a lot of research on medical stuff and that sort, so bear with me on that part. We recently got one of those fancy tv hookup things which gives me a real medical channel where i can actually watch real medical procedures take place, you know, so i can learn more. I'm gonna make it a point now, which is as good a time as any, to clarify that beyond television and a medical dictionary, I know absolutely nothing of the field of medicine, but I'm working on it. If anyone has some good websites or books on medical information I can read, I'd be more than happy to go pick it up to make this more realistic. Oh, and you know, other than Jamie and Riley, I don't own any of these characters, yada yada yada, ENJOY:)

Chapter Two: The Difference in the Shades

Roy's POV

"You didn't tell me you had a sister," John stated to me as I began driving back to the station. There was a reason for that...

"Sisters," I corrected him.

"Sisters? YOU HAVE MULTIPLE SISTERS!" he asked, his voice getting awfully loud. Apparently, he was shocked.

"Two...twins," I told him. He smiled a smile that could be easily trasnlated into, I'm in heaven.

"How about that..." he mumbled.

"I'd rather you not tell anyone about it either...it's bad enough you know..." I filled him in. I did not want people to know that I had two sisters. Sisters that just so happened to be twin sisters. Identical, yet complete opposite twin sisters that were closer than anyone would imagine. It was actually rare to see one without the other...I could guarantee that they still live together.

"What's the uh...other sister do?" he asked me, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

"...She...paints..." I nodded, more to reassure myself that that was a legitimate explanation.

"What does she paint?" he then asked. Leave it to Johnny to want all the details.

"Oh, you know, this and that..." I coughed. He smiled. And John was the reason why I didn't want anyone knowing I had sisters. Riley, I knew, could handle herself around John, but Jamie was another story. It wasn't that she was gullible or anything like that. She was actually very smart. The problem was that she was always attracted to fireman. It might have been in John's best interest to inform him that she liked to paint fireman. And she actually painted portraits of fireman for a local calendar. But...that could have easily, in many ways, have evolved into a disaster.

I could only hope that John wouldn't let the guys at the station know about Jamie and Riley. Even though I blatantly knew he would blab it anyways. No matter if I told him not to or not. Which instantly gave me de'ja vu.

Riley's POV

I sat there, spinning incessantly in the swivel chair. Back and forth, back and forth. I couldn't help it, I was bored. All the cases that Dr. Brackett was getting were simple procedures. Where was the action? Where was the drama? The fun? Gawd. Yeah, that's right, I just said Gawd. Watcha gonna do about it?

Okay, I find nothing better to do with my time than argue with myself. Tailing Dr. Brackett for the past hour has been one of the most boring things my life has had to offer. I exhaled softly, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling.

"She's a wonderful lady, and she's mine all mine.

And there doesn't seem a way that she won't come and lose my mind.

It's too easy humming songs to a girl in yellow dress.

It's been a long time since the party and the room isn't a mess," I sang softly to a song that had been playing in my head for well over three days. I could feel the gaze of both the patient and Dr. Brackett on me now. "The four kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor.

There are birds out on the sidewalk, and a valet at the door.

He reminds me of a penguin, with few implastered hairs.

There's powdered talcum on the letter, and the birthday boy is--"

"Dr. DeSoto..." Kel stated with a warning tone. I exhaled loudly and pulled my head into an upright position. If anything it was to let him know that I got his point and wouldn't sing any more...Right now, that is. And I bet I know exactly what's going through his head at this precise moment. "How did that girl ever managed to graduate med school at the top of her class?" Considering I've done nothing but poke fun at him through the morning. Especially, his eyebrows. I'm smarter than I act. And Jamie acts smarter than she is. And I love the cold, Jamie loves the heat. Something about her white blood cells being low in count and her being susceptible to illness...But you would not believe the temperature differences when you step from my bedroom at the apartment to hers. I like to keep mine at a steady 50 degree temperature, her's has to be around eighty. You know she wears long sleeved shirts through summer? On occasion sweaters...we're like two peas in an extremely spacious pod...

I bet you also didn't know that Roy and I had more in common than Jamie and I did. Strange, I know. And you're probably wondering why that pushed us apart? Well, I'll tell you...COOTIES!...

I'm gonna make a wild guess here and say that you think I'm kidding...I'll leave that to you and you can decide for yourself...

I watched with boredom as Dr. Brackett gave his patient her permission to leave. And I watched as he stood up and walked to the door. And I narrowed my eyes when he turned around to look at me. Nonetheless, the moment he made a gesture for me to get up, I obeyed. I was here to be a doctor, I wanted to get on with the doctoring.

"How did you pass med school?" he asked me as he began filling out the chart for that woman. I knew he was thinking it.

"Are you kidding? I pulled my degree out of a cracker jack box. I'm just here with a golden ticket and a flashy pair of socks..." I grinned at him. So, I had a thing for sarcastic remarks, and had a tendency to...well...never be serious. Another reason Roy and I didn't get along, I had a hard time taking him seriously. He stared blankly at me as he finished up the chart and slipped it into a shelving unit. I rocked myself on my heels as he clicked his pen and slipped it into the pocket on the front of his shirt.

"Dr. DeSoto, I don't know what you think this is, but this is a hospital. This is no place for fun and games. If you screw up, people die, are you even prepared to handle that responsibility?" he asked me with a serious tone as he furrowed those big fuzzy eyebrows of his. I stared at his eyebrows.

"Eyebrows..." I mumbled monotonously as I just stared at those strangely curving and big bushy things right above his eyes. They reminded me of the caterpillars I used to smush when I was young just to see that icky green goop spray all over the sidewalk...

"Dr. DeSoto!" he said my name with so much force, it woulda sent a five year old into a fit of tears. Hell, it woulda sent me into a fit of tears when I was eighteen.

"What? Oh, sorry, can you repeat that I was destracted by the eyebrows..." I told him with a crooked smile as I tilted my head only slightly to the right.

"Dr. DeSoto, I know that you probably already realize this, but I control your job. And because of that, you are an intern working for me. And as my intern, I expect you to be paying attention to each and every patient that I have to deal with, whether it's boring, routine, and typical or not," he stated it with such a serious tone. Oh, what a sweetheart. I could definately get used to working for this man. Though I highly doubt, in a million years, if he'd ever be used to working with me.

to be continued...

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