Disclaimer; I do not own BTR, or the movie this story was based on 'Definitely, Maybe.'

A/N; It's been a rather LONG week, and that's why this chapter is up later than usual. Sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you'll like it!

"Truth is you can't make this better, ok?" she said, pushing her chair back "It will go away, in time." She thrust her hands in the pockets of her scrubs, and took a deep breath "Good luck with your surgery, Dr. Mitchell."

"She was pretty upset," Liam mumbled, chewing on his straw. Logan let a small sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, she was. But she was right; she should've been chosen," he admitted, pushing away his now empty plate.

It had been a long while since Logan had had the time to reflect back on his intern days. As an attending, and a divorced parent, his schedule was at best hectic, and finding time to reminisce wasn't an easy task. But talking about it with Liam, Logan realised that he kind of missed those years, when he wasn't the one to make the important decisions, when he could still hide his nerves and fears behind another, more qualified, doctor.

Logan scoffed silently, rubbing his chin with his hand. He never thought he'd miss the crazy hours, Reed barking orders at him, Strauss being a pain in his ass. But he did, he missed it all. Not that he'd ever willingly go back in time and do it all again, but...

"Dad?" Liam's voice brought him out of his thoughts, once again.

"Yeah, buddy?" Liam took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

"I know that mom is not a surgeon so...Actually, I know what her job is, so how can this be a mystery/love story?" Liam asked, still playing with the straw inside his glass. Logan chuckled.

"Yeah, your mother is not a surgeon, and you do know what her job is. You know what her job is now. But no person has changed her mind about her career, as many times as your mother did. The job she has now? She decided on that one well after we got married."

"Really?" Liam questioned sounding uncertain.

"Yeah really."

"So, mom might have been a surgeon?" Liam was now getting excited.

"I don't know," Logan feigned ignorance, shrugging "You said you can figure it out, you tell me," he added with a small smirk. Liam scratched his forehead, squinting his eyes, and Logan knew that his son was thinking about something really hard; he always got that squinty look when he was trying to solve a math problem.

"It's still too early in the story," he said finally, sitting back against the couch "But I will figure it out."

"We'll see about that," Logan said, pushing his shoulder playfully. Liam returned the favour, trying to knock him off the couch. Logan caught both his hands, pushing them by his sides, and Liam squirmed trying to get away, but his father was stronger than him. Once Logan immobilised him, he started his assault, also known as, the tickle attack.

"N-no, Daaaaaaad! Let go!" Liam managed between fits of laughter. Logan paused for a second.

"Do you surrender?" Liam shook his head fervently.

"Never!" Logan started again, laughing at the way his son squirmed and kicked about, trying to get away.

One of Liam's kicks landed on the foot of their table, making it quiver, and his half-empty glass, which was resting close to the edge, topple over it, and crash on the floor. Logan pulled back, his eyes widening a little, when he saw the pool of cocoa forming on the white tiles.

"Oops," Liam whispered, and then proceeded to hide his face in his hands.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Logan asked reaching for his wallet. Liam peeked at him through his fingers, nodding his head "Okay, get up, buddy," Logan said, giving him a nudge on the shoulder. He took a look at the receipt that was lying on the table between his plate and Liam's, and getting fifteen bucks out of his wallet, he got up.

"You're leaving?" Dianna asked from behind him, and Logan jumped, startled. The young woman chuckled, and he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"Yeah, the little one gets bored easily," Logan said pointing over at Liam, who was waiting for him standing by the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Dianna gave him an understanding smile "Ergh, sorry about the mess..." he trailed off, his eyes falling on the glass shreds all over the floor. Dianna waved it off.

"Nah, it's fine," Logan looked at her doubtfully "It is," She insisted "It gives me something else to do, other than listen to Tom, who actually thinks he's a chef, explaining how he made fillet mignon for his wife on their anniversary," She said rolling her eyes, and Logan chuckled.

"Okay, now I feel a little bit better."

"Liam is about to start climbing the walls, so you better go," Dianna said, motioning with her head over towards Liam, who had practically started jumping up and down.

"Yeah...Um, see you around," He threw over his shoulder, to which Dianna smiled.

"See ya."

"So, where do you wanna go?" Logan asked, looking down at his eight year old.

"Central Park," Liam said, after a second of thinking about it. Logan raised his eyes on the dark, cloudy, sky and then returned his gaze to the boy.

"Central Park? Are you sure about that, buddy?"

"Yeah, I wanna show you the special place mom and I go to have pick-nick every Sunday," Liam spoke, reaching for his hand.

Logan threw another wary look at the sky. They were right on Columbus Ave and 104th corner , and they had the whole day ahead of them, unless the skies decided to start pouring down on them, which was a great possibility considering the weather forecast prognosis for a rainy Friday.

Oh what do they know? Half the time they're wrong, and when they're right it's mere coincidence-

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud thunder coming from the distance.

"Okay, Liam, but you gotta lead because I don't know the way," Logan said, repressing a sigh, his hand ruffling with the boy's hair. Eh, what the heck; if it started raining they could always grab a cab back home.

"Awesome!" Liam exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down. Logan chuckled, and extended his hand towards Liam, who was quick to wrap his fingers around it "You're gonna love it Dad, I swear."

"I believe you, bud," Logan said, as they started down the road.

"So, Mrs Simmons said, if a woman wants to get pregnant she and her husband should have the sex when she's ovulating," Liam said casually, causing Logan to trip over nothing and nearly fall on his butt in the middle of the street. He regained his balance at the last minute, earning some weird looks from several passers-by. Liam, who was walking slightly ahead of him, missed the whole thing "But she didn't explain what 'ovulating' means," He continued, looking at his father expectantly. Logan made a mental note to have a very serious conversation with Mrs. Simmons about what she could and couldn't teach to third graders.

"And you want me to tell you?" Logan asked, fearing the answer, and Liam nodded. Logan drew a deep breath, trying to choose his next words carefully "Okay, so...Have you noticed, once a month mom is really sensitive? She gets upset easily, and she might yell at you for not making your bed?"

"Yeah, shark week," Liam muttered, bobbing his head. Logan halted, causing Liam to stop as well.

"The what week, now?"

"Shark week," Liam repeated "I heard Mom talking with Aunt Katie about it, once."

"Shark week?"

"Yeah, it's what she calls it when she has her period, Dad," Liam said, and Logan could almost hear the 'duh' in his tone.

"Shark week?" he whispered to himself, as Liam started walking, dragging him along.

"So, 'ovulating' and shark week is the same thing?"

"No shar- when a woman gets her period," Logan corrected himself mid-sentence "Is something different from when she's ovulating. Ovulation comes first," Logan said, the doctor inside of him kicking in "Every month, the female reproductive organs, the ovaries, release an egg which travels all the way to the fallopian tubes. If that egg gets fertilized, then the woman gets pregnant."

"Hmm...Cool." Logan let a small, relieved, sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

That went smoothly, he praised himself.

"How did the surgery go?"

"Hm?"

"With Dr. Strauss, your first surgery." Liam said looking up at him, "How did it go?"

"It went pretty good," Logan said evasively, and Liam frowned, tilting his head on the side.

"How good is 'pretty good'?"

"Well...We didn't kill the guy," Logan said flippantly, and Liam's frown deepened "That's always pretty good for an intern."

"Dad, I want more details," Liam said, as they walked down Central Park West. Logan looked at him for a long moment, trying to figure out how he could best explain a surgery procedure to an eight year old.

"Remember how a couple of years ago, we had to take you to the hospital late at night because your tummy hurt?" Logan asked. Liam's hand instinctively moved to his abdomen and he nodded.

Logan could still remember who worried his wife had been that night, he could still remember how the chief of surgery had to practically drag him out of the OR, and sit with him at the hallway, while Kyle performed a laparoscopic appendectomy on a five year old Liam. Logan desperately wanted to be in the OR, if only just to be able to hold his son's hand, but the Chief had correctly stated that his presence there would make Kyle's job more difficult.

"And then," Logan continued "Kyle took you down to the OR and they put a tiny camera in your tummy that made the pain go away?" he got another nod "Well, my patient had the exact same problem-"

"So you put a camera in his tummy?" Liam cut him off.

"No, Dr. Strauss wanted me to help him perform an open surgery. That means, that we had to cut open his belly and, after we located the appendix, we took it out," Liam pulled a face.

"That sounds nasty," he said shaking his head a little.

"Yeah, it's not the prettiest sight on the world," Logan agreed.

"And what happened afterwards? When you got the appendix out?" Liam questioned, looking up at him. They stopped at a traffic light, joining the rest of the people who waited for it to turn green.

"Then, Dr Strauss allowed me to close him up..."

Logan could almost feel Strauss' breath on the back of his neck, as he took the scissors in his hand and cut the thread. He held his breath for a second, inspecting his sutures, making sure he hadn't stitched his scrubs on the patient's body. Once he was certain that everything looked as it should, he let a long breath out, shutting his eyes and taking a small step back.

"Good job, Doctor," Strauss' voice reached his ears, and Logan tensed when he felt the man patting his shoulder. He looked to his right, and saw Dr. Strauss looking at the stitches on their patient's abdomen. Then the man's eyes travelled over to Logan's face "I half expected you to kill him, half hoped you wouldn't," he said, and Logan's eyes widened "Oh don't look so surprised Mitchell, it's your first day, of course I didn't think you'd pull it off," Strauss chastised "But you did, so good job. Enjoy it while it lasts," He said, looking him in the eyes. Logan gave him a small nod, and after another brief pat on the shoulder, Strauss walked away.

Logan took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline slowly going down inside his body. His gaze moved to the gallery, just in time to catch a glimpse of Erin's back as she rushed out. He frowned momentarily, before turning this attention to the rest of his colleagues, who were looking down at him. Some were clapping, looking impressed, George was amongst them. Others smiled at him and there were a couple of people who looked royally pissed off. Logan's eyes fell on Kyle who was holding a bunch of green bills in his hands.

"They betted on me screwing it up...?" Logan muttered to himself.

"Interns," one of the scrub nurses next to him said, taking off her gloves "They always act like high school kids," she shook her head and made her way towards the door. Logan stood there for a couple of minutes more, before walking out as well.

When he made his way to the locker room he was greeted by a round of applause. Logan let a surprised yelp, and then he chuckled when he saw Jordan, George and Kyle giving him a standing ovation. Kyle was rhythmically slamming his hands against his locker grinning, while the other two stood as far away from him as they could, but still looked just as excited.

"I wonder how you guys will react when you are the ones in the OR," Logan said, appreciating their enthusiasm, and at the same time, feeling a bit awkward about it.

"Dude, you were great in there," George said, coming up behind him "And yes you were 'the chosen one', or whatever, but you are one of us. And you were down there and we...we are a team so..." George trailed off not knowing how to continue.

"What George is trying to say is, congratulations," Jordan stepped in "You didn't mess up, it was impressive, you deserved the five minutes of fame," she pointed her index at him, her eyes narrowing "Don't expect it to always be like this. You know what they say about surgeons," She walked over to her own locker, leaving a confused George staring at her.

"What do they say?" he asked, and Logan raised his eyebrows as he reached for the jumper inside his locker. The answer came from Kyle, who had stripped down to his underwear, postponing to put on his clothes.

"That we are arrogant bastards, who also happen to be psychotic," He said, with a wide smirk.

"Just because we enjoy cutting people up, doesn't mean we are psychos," Jordan said, moving behind another row of lockers to get away from Kyle's leering gaze.

"My thoughts exactly, goldilocks," Kyle said, craning his neck, as he tried to get a glimpse of her bra. Logan rolled his eyes, sitting on the bench.

"Hey," He started; still unsure whether he wanted to voice what he was wondering or not "Have you guys seen Erin?" he gave in, rather quickly, avoiding to look at any of them.

"She came to the gallery like half way through the procedure, and she left seconds after you were done," Jordan supplied the answer "I haven't seen her since."

"Her locker is open, and empty." George pointed out, and Logan's head snapped up to see for himself. His shoulders slummed a little when he confirmed that George was telling the truth.

Damn it!

He wanted to talk to her before she took off. It didn't feel right; the way things were left between them. He didn't want her to be angry at him, especially not for something that wasn't his fault. He ran a hand through his hair, swearing silently through his teeth. He'd just assisted on his first surgery, which was huge, and still he couldn't feel good about it. Not when Erin was pissed at him.

"What's the matter, Doc? Do you fancy Dark Beauty?" Kyle questioned, sitting next to him on the bench. Logan looked at him sideways.

"Dark Beauty?" Kyle nodded.

"My nickname for your girlfriend," he said, bumping his shoulder against Logan's. Logan shook his head, getting up.

"She's not my girlfriend," he said, grabbing his back bag from the locker. A sarcastic grin took over Kyle's face.

"Whatever you say, chief," he said, giving him a military salute. Logan was about to say something back, when his mobile went off. He fished it out of his pocket, his lips twisting upwards when he saw the name on the screen.

"Erin is not my girlfriend," he repeated "She is," He add, waving the mobile in front of Kyle's face, before accepting the call "Hey," He said, still smiling, as he made his way out of the locker room.

"Hi," Katelyn's voice flowing through the speaker was just what he needed to get Erin out of his mind.

"I'm already missing you," Logan said, unable to keep the words from leaving his mouth. He heard her sighing.

"I'm already missing you too. But it's only six months, we can do this, Loges," she said, and he nodded to himself. They could do this "How was your first day as a surgical intern?" she asked, and he could almost hear the smile in her voice, which made him smile as well.

"It was awesome. Well it didn't start out the best way, but I got to scrub in a surgery-"

"You scrubbed in? On your first day?" Katelyn exclaimed, cutting him off, and Logan chuckled "Wow, babe ,that's great! C'mon give me the gruesome details! How was it?"

"It was an appendectomy, so at first I had to..."

A/N; Short chapter again, and I'm not a fan of the ending, but I hope you liked it! Let me know!