With or Without You, by Lady(dragon) Guinevere
A/N: Sadly, I don't own the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be sittin' here writing and posting fanfic, I'd be off doing the wild thing with Jordan Catalano instead ;)
R&R if you like it, please!
Chapter 3 "Lootah"
"Thank God not *aww's* Native around here… Awthough, might be kinda fun to have wike, some 'Medicine Man' heaw us with his wike, mojo and chicken bones and beaw-shit, you know?" As always, Rayanne Graff joked around hiding her true feelings, still slightly incomprehensible because of her swollen lip.
Sharon, sitting in-between the two brawlers, gave Rayanne a short, fake smile before shaking her head and resting her forehead on the palm of her hand.
Uncomfortably, Angela looked around the log cabin and all the hunting trophies. Her initial gratefulness that First Aid wasn't inside a tepee, vanished at the sight of those sinister dead animal heads on the wall. Their beady eyes seemed to judge her, like the spectators earlier had done.
"Good afternoon ladies! The doctor is in."
Three heads turned to look where that dark voice was coming from. The silhouette of a longhaired man appeared in the door frame. As the dark-haired, lean man entered the room, a few breaths caught. The man seemed to be a real Native American man, in his mid-twenties and was dressed in original tribe clothing. His attire didn't leave much to their imagination, showing off his toned, bronzed figure, which was athletically muscled.
"Howy…" All of a sudden, Rayanne shot up straight and gave the man her undivided attention. "If youw howse evew bweaks down… You can wike, wide me any day!"
Flashing his white teeth, the man smiled shamelessly at Rayanne for a moment. "Thanks for the offer. Wouldn't recommend playing horse for a while though, judging by your appearance."
Turning to face Sharon and Angela, he asked: "So, what happened, ladies?"
Stuttering, Sharon replied: "They umm… They like… Well, you see… They were like, in some sort of like, freakish accident."
"We had a fight." Angela answered, seemingly unimpressed with the gorgeous young doctor's appearance.
"Dare I ask what it was about?" Once more, the doctor flaunted his perfect teeth in a brash smile, this time turning to face Angela.
"A boy." Angela simply stated, even though her heart felt so much more.
Angela VO: "Only the very reason of my existence, the reason I live and breathe. The reason I get up in the morning and not throw myself in front of a train to end the misery known as life. The one person who made life bearable, until he crushed my heart by 'umming' my best friend. And who, pathetically enough, despite all that, still is the reason I live and breathe, day in and day out."
"Ah, same old tale through the ages… Must be a special young man then if he captured both your hearts." The doctor answered.
"No he's not. I mean, he's wike, not to me. It didn't mean a thing and I'm sowwy it evew happened. He wasn't wowth all this. But *she* stiww doesn't get it." A sort of sadness seemed to wash over Rayanne's face, as she pointed towards Angela. "Fuck! It huwts when I wift my awm!" Looking down at her arm, Rayanne discovered the source of her pain when she saw a bloody scrape.
"What's your name?" Seemingly ignoring Rayanne's words, the doctor lifted Rayanne's arm up to examine the graze.
"Teww ya mine if you teww me youws…" The sparks had returned to Rayanne's eyes while she arched one of her eyebrows at the doctor. "Fuck… That huwts too!" Flinching, Rayanne pressed the palm of her free hand up to her eyebrow.
"Anoki." A smile accompanied the doctor's words.
"Wayanne. Gwaff. But you can caww me *anything* you want. You can wike, just caww me. Pewiod." Her hopeful eyes met his chocolate brown pools. "I don't awways sound wike Bugs Bunny, you know?"
"Miss Graff, follow me to my office, I'll examine you and…"
"Wick my wounds?" Rayanne jumped up, regretting it immediately when she felt the pain surge through her ankle. "Cwap." Wobbling, she followed the doctor into his office.
An uncomfortable silence hovered around Angela and Sharon during the time Rayanne and the doctor were gone. Both girls were too busy with their own thoughts.
Covered in Band-Aid's and bandages Rayanne sort of limped out of the doctor's office a little later.
"Thank you soooo much, Anoki. Caww me, okay?" The big fat wink Rayanne gave the doctor, elicited him yet another flashy smile. Staggering down next to Sharon, Rayanne didn't take her eyes off the doctor for a second.
Leaning in the door frame, Anoki tried to get eye-contact with Angela, who wasn't aware of him at all.
"Angela!" Nudging Angela in her side, Sharon tried to get Angela's attention by hissing her name through her teeth.
"Ouch!" A filthy stare was the thanks Sharon got from Angela, followed by: "I think my ribs are cracked…"
"The doctor he's like, waiting for you Chase Face." Sharon's eyes gawked into the doctor's direction, Angela's eyes following her stare shortly. "Seems Jordan's not the only one with a mean lean though…" Travelling up and down the doctor's body, Sharon's stare did not hide her approval.
"Come with me, little Lootah." Beckoning her with a brisk nudge from his head, Anoki gave Angela a quick smile.
"Lootah?" Sharon and Rayanne turned to face each other, question marks practically written over their faces.
"It means 'red'." Those sounds were the lasts words Anoki spoke to Rayanne and Sharon before closing the door Rayanne had come through just moments before.
To be continued…