Title: Letters
Type: Fan Fiction
Genre: Humor-ish, but mostly fluff once more -coughs-
Word count: 1117
Pairing: Derek/Angie (-shifts eyes-) with a side dish of Tyler/Leslie and Greg/Cybil
Rating: T just for one part...
Summary: On the plane ride back home, Derek recieves a package of letters of gratitude. The first one he opens is from Tyler, and he had no idea what was happening at Caduceus while him and Angie were gone.
Disclaimer: Trauma Center belongs to Atlus saddly enough...

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"Thank you so much, Dr. Stiles!"
"No problem, it's my job to help people whenever they're in need."

Dr. Derek Stiles chuckled as he warmly accepted the thanks from the young man. He bided the man farewell, and headed off to catch his plane. After all – he wouldn't want it to leave with out him. It might not be too bad though, because the moment he sets foot in Caduceus US, Director Hoffman or Mr. Sidney Kasal would approach him, and send him off to another country.

He sighed, it was just very hectic for him lately.

All he really wanted was a vacation, but he knew that was close to impossible. Even though, all he would do on his vacation is probably spend it with Angie…

A faint blush fell onto his face at that thought as he boarded the plane. What was he thinking? He spent time with Angie all the time… But just maybe a time outside of the O.R, outside of Caduceus…

"Dr. Stiles? Are you alright, you seem a bit flushed."

A voice of concern had interrupted his small day dreaming, as he sat in his spot on the plane. He attempted to give the person next to him a reassuring smile, before replying to her.

"I-I'll be fine… I just get like this on the plane."

He said, trying to sound cheerful. He chuckled in his mind, maybe he was trying to sound like Tyler in a way? He didn't have time to continue on with that thought, as he felt a hand gently press against his forehead.

His face heated up quickly, as he noticed whose hand it was, and how close she was from him. Her emerald eyes blinked, as curiosity worked its way through her mind. She pulled back into her seat, still staring at him.

"Your forehead is rather warm, you may be catching a cold. You should drink more fluids on the flight home; then we could get you a proper examination once we arrive back in America."

She stated, concerned for the doctor.

Correction, her doctor.

As she gazed out the window, a tinge of red making it's way on her cheeks. How could she think like that? H-Her and Dr. Stiles weren't like that…

Of course, she would be lying to herself if she didn't want that to happen.

She felt her face grow even hotter at that thought. She couldn't think of Derek like that, no not like that…

"Excuse me Sir, are you Dr. Derek Stiles?"

After Angie had touched his forehead, Derek had entered into yet another day dreaming state. He was, this time, interrupted by the flight attendant on their plane. He nodded, giving her a smile. She returned his smile with a small one, passing him a neatly wrapped package.

"This is for you, addressed from Caduceus US."

He took it into his lap, thanking the flight attendant as she went to go tend to other passengers on the plane. He stared down at the package. It was a bundle of envelopes that look like they came from around the world. He had noticed that many of them were from patients, and some from co-workers at Caduceus US.

Angie glanced over to where Derek was sitting beside her, slightly leaning forward to get a better look at the packages. Her gentle look, turned into a more, hard, and serious one. She turned back to the window, while darkly muttering, "Humph, letters of admiration."

Derek blinked, before he noticed some of the envelopes of the letters were decorated. Some with cute drawings of different things (such as animals) and others with… giant hearts on them, and kiss-y faces.

He swallowed hard, pushing those ones on the bottom of the pile. He then noticed a plain envelope, and decided to open that one first. He smiled, judging by the neat hand writing, it was Tyler who wrote to him.

It was just him talking about how Amy was doing, the time he caught Cybil and Dr. Kasal making out in the hall way.

…

Wait what?

Derek blushed faintly at that thought. Did Tyler really have to write about that? He continued on with the letter after he was done with that thought. It seemed like every thing was going fine. He had a good laugh when he read about Victor throwing a Styrofoam coffee cup at Tyler's head for falling asleep at his desk… for the third time that day.

Tyler was going to blame him for that when he got home. He could imagine it right now, that he would claim that his habits were rubbing off on him.

Of course, that slowly stopped when Angie would kick him off his chair every time he was close or had already fallen asleep.

"Tyler and Leslie are… going out?"

Angie asked out loud, as she was looking over his shoulder and skimming through the letter. Derek casted a glance back, blinking before she pointed to the next paragraph of the letter. He read it, before chuckling.

"I guess so…"
"Hmph, I hope Leslie can break him out of his habits, so we won't have another coffee cup incident."
"Like you did with me?"

Derek chuckled at Angie's snide remark, as he related his own experiences at the end of it. Angie 'hmphed' again, crossing her arms as she turned back to the window.

"I-I'm sorry… I didn't mean it like that…"

He apologized, knowing that if he didn't do any thing quickly, Angie would be mad at him for the rest of the week. Angie glanced back at him, before breaking out into a small smile. She wrapped her arm around his own, roughly tugging him closer to her, as she placed her head on his shoulder.

Derek was surprised.

Very surprised.

"Apology accepted, but you must take the proper punishment."

She replied, before making herself comfortable on Derek's shoulder.

"And I don't expect you to wake me up until we get home."

She said with a dangerous tone to her voice, before shutting her eyes and falling into some much needed rest. Derek had rubbed the back of his head with his other hand. It looks like he was stuck in this position for the entire plane ride.

He moved himself (with out trying to wake Angie) so he would be in a better position. He placed the letters under his seat, before slightly leaning his head onto Angie's, until they touched gently.

"Good night, Angie."

He muttered quietly to her, even though he knew she would be asleep by now. He smiled, before escaping to the dream world himself.

The Doctor and the Nurse could finally relax in each others arms.

Correction, the Doctor and his Nurse.