A/N: My second oneshot for the collection. I hope you all enjoy this, cheers :)

Someone To Watch Over Me

By Snapplelinz

The ER at Massachusetts General Hospital was buzzing with activity close to Valentines Day. The majority of cases, as far Nurse Shannon Cooper could see, were mainly to do with couples getting into lovers spats, which often lead to comical injuries around this time of year with festivities running high all over the city of Boston.

Having been the private nurse of one Leo Du Pont for several years beforehand, Shannon was still fairly unacquainted with working in such a busy hospital like Massachusetts General Hospital, where she dealt with as many as 20 patients on any given day in both the ER and in private care upstairs. Shannon had returned to the public setting as a general nurse after Leo succumbed to lung cancer a year before.

Leo had been extremely eccentric as an employer, but he had always been pleasant, charming and kind to Shannon. He had even gone so far as to leave her a tiny legacy upon his death, which she had wisely placed in a savings bracket of her bank account to use at a later stage. After this, Shannon went on several interviews with numerous hospitals in the country before finally coming to work at Massachusetts General. She was still learning the ropes as far as general practice went, but Shannon was devoted to her job and had an unassumingly friendly bedside manner, which instantly made her an asset amongst her colleagues and a favourite amongst the patients.

She had been in the midst of chatting with Cheryl Franklin, another nurse and friend of hers when the paramedics and a group of young residents had come sweeping in from 'the pit', wheeling in a hospital bed with a young man laying on top, swathed in bloody bandages from head to toe. Despite seeing a similar sight every day, it was still something that caught Shannon off guard each time. Both her and Cheryl raced forward and joined the group of doctors surrounding the hospital bed.

"What have we got here?" Dr. Benjamin Cuttler, the leading resident surgeon, asked in a brisk tone of one of the male residents beside him.

"Young man who's just been choppered in from outside the city to receive an emergency operation caused by a skiing accident in Mount Sunapee." The resident answered promptly.

"What are his injuries?"

"Severe concussion by the looks of it, broken leg, a cracked rib, fractured collarbone, hairline fracture on the right wrist, several contusions on the face and along his abdomen, possible internal bleeding."

"Name?"

"Todd St. Mark, 24 years old."

"Todd St. Mark? As in the hotel heir and son of Nathaniel St. Mark, the hotel magnate?" Shannon asked in surprise, dropping her professional stance for a split second.

"The very same. Has he been notified?"

"He's taking a helicopter from Boston City Heliport Airport as we speak. He should be arriving here in about 10 minutes to see his son."

"How were the injuries caused?"

"He got into a head-on collision on a snowmobile with another skier also travelling on a snow mobile. The idiot was showing off with his friends when he hit St. Mark, who was coming up the pathway towards him."

"Poor guy," Shannon sympathised earnestly.

"Let's prep him for surgery immediately. Nurse Franklin, please stay behind at the nurse's station to meet Mr. St. Mark. Nurse Cooper, please come with me into the OR. We're going to need all hands on deck," Dr. Cuttler commanded in one breath.

"Yes, Dr. Cuttler," Shannon replied readily, following behind him at a brisk pace.

The horde of doctors and nurses moved in a quick circle as they wheeled Todd St. Mark into a nearby operating theatre, his eyes closed all the while, a pitiable sight.

After 8 gruelling hours of intensive surgery, Dr. Cuttler and his team of promising residents had managed to stabilise Todd St. Mark's condition by repairing his injuries and stopping the internal bleeding. He was placed in a private section of the ICU ward where he wouldn't be disturbed by other patients and members of the paparazzi. Shannon was assigned to his bedside and to check on his charts during the remainder of his stay at Massachusetts General.

After Nathaniel St. Mark had arrived at the hospital hours before and spent his time sitting at Todd's bedside all the while, Shannon finally came to check on Todd herself when visiting hours were over.

In spite of his many injuries, Shannon marvelled at how resilient the young man's features were, like his chiselled jaw line, his lanky and muscular body, his prominent chin and nose and his dark brown hair, which was longer than what she remembered from seeing his pictures in the tabloids on several occasions. Even with the multiple cuts and bruises, Shannon still thought that he looked extremely handsome in his severely weakened physical state. And with the way that his shaggy brown hair fell around his face, Shannon surmised that Todd St. Mark had broken many a heart in his short life span.

Before she could stop herself, Shannon leant right over Todd St. Mark's sleeping form till her soft breath fanned his cheeks. Without thinking twice about it, she bent her head over his and planted the tiniest of kisses on his forehead. Then after removing hair from his face which was tickling his nose, she resumed her usual professional mask and exited the hospital room, closing the door gently behind her.

After about a week of treatment and intensive therapy, Todd was finally getting some colour in his face and some feeling in the rest of his body. Naturally, this only served to remind him of the excruciating pain in his injured limbs. But still he counted himself lucky to be alive, having finally been removed from ICU and into a private ward. After Dr. Cuttler had checked his patient file and done some routine tests, it was Shannon's turn to change Todd's bandages that day, which had to be done every few hours to avoid infection, at least for the time-being. Todd grimaced ever so slightly when Shannon had to peel back some of his hospital robe.

"Does that hurt?" Shannon asked in concern, trying to gauge Todd's expression.

"No, it's not. It's just that…I can't stand this hospital robe. It's too…airy." Todd complained lightly, causing Shannon to chuckle softly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. They are very…roomy." Shannon offered lamely while trying to hold in her laughter.

"Way too roomy. Any chance I can start wearing some normal PJ's soon?" Todd asked with a winning smile that took Shannon's breath away.

She cleared her throat audibly and tried her best to compose herself.

"That will be up to Dr. Cuttler to determine. I'm guessing that you'll be able to wear normal pyjamas as soon as the cast on your leg is off." Shannon replied promptly as she began dabbing at the cuts on Todd's abdomen with alcohol.

"I hope that'll be soon," Todd remarked softly.

Shannon looked up from her work of placing a fresh white bandage over Todd's six-pack and beamed radiantly up at him.

"I'm sure it'll be soon. When you first went into surgery, none of us expected you to recover as quickly as you have. You may be the heir to a franchise of hotels. But you're also a fighter, Todd St. Mark," she murmured in earnestly, her fingers drifting over his outstretched hand momentarily to give it a gentle squeeze.

Todd found that he was slightly disappointed when Shannon withdrew her hand just as quickly, resorting to her usual polite stance.

"Thank you, Nurse Cooper. You've been extremely kind to me throughout this ordeal." Todd thanked courteously with a wide smile on his face.

"You're welcome, Todd. I'm just doing my job," Shannon replied meekly, a light blush creeping onto her cheeks, tainting them with rouge.

Todd was still uncomfortable at the fact that he was so exposed in front of a woman that he didn't know all that well. But he was smiling from ear to ear, feeling strangely content while Shannon continued applying new bandages to the rest of his body.

A week later, much of Todd's injuries had healed save for his broken leg and his cracked rib. The casts had been removed from his wrist and his collarbone, which had healed up completely. His handsome face was grinning broadly at the horde of nurses, who had come into his hospital room to visit with him, including Nurse Franklin. For a renowned play-boy (or so the tabloids said), he was making very cordial conversation with the young nurses and being extremely polite.

"Cheryl likes him, you know," another nurse named Mimi Valdez said in an undertone to Shannon while they stood at the nurse's station together.

Shannon, who was in the midst of checking another patient's chart, looked up at Mimi in surprise.

"She does?" she asked conspiratorially of Mimi.

"You betcha. As soon as he's discharged, she's gonna ask him out. You know what Cheryl's like when she sets her sights on a man," Mimi remarked with a knowing smirk on her face.

"I'm gonna go give Mr. Walter his meds," Shannon announced abruptly.

"But that's Cheryl's patient," Mimi protested.

"Well, she's obviously busy right now. So I'll go do it," Shannon retorted crisply before stalking off down the hallway,

She left Mimi at the nurse's station, staring after her in astonishment. Shannon was always so composed and well-mannered. What had happened to change her usually calm demeanour so drastically? Mimi grinned secretively to herself, having a certain idea as to what the cause was.

"What's going on? What's happened?" Shannon asked with somewhat of a slur on her words.

She was on call in the early hours of the morning at the hospital and had dozed off in the locker room when she had been beeped. Without thinking twice, she had hopped into the elevator and headed to the 4th floor where Mimi and Cheryl stood waiting for her at the nurse's station.

"It's Todd St. Mark. He's having an episode," Mimi replied frantically.

"What do you mean? What kind of 'episode'?" Shannon asked hazily while rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"He's running a fever of about 101. He's hallucinating – still thinks he's on a skiing slope in Mount Sunapee. He's gonna wake up the rest of the patients if we can't calm him down," Mimi whispered rapidly.

"But what's he doing?" Shannon asked curiously.

"Flailing about in bed and shouting because he thinks he's falling down. We've tried everything, but he just won't settle down," Cheryl offered in what sounded like a frustratedly bored tone.

"You've gotta do something, Shannon. Otherwise we're gonna have to give him a sedative. And I only prefer to do that when it's an extreme case, which I don't think it is…not yet." Mimi replied reluctantly.

Shannon sighed and began jogging after both Mimi and Cheryl. She didn't like sedating patients any more than Mimi did. Which meant that they were going to have to calm Todd St. Mark down without using conventional methods.

Sure enough, Todd was sitting up in bed, his arms and legs flailing about him, looking on the verge of falling onto the hard tiled floor below. His dark hair was messy and wet with sweat, as was the rest of his body. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a helpless look about him.

"Todd, it's Nurse Cooper. Can you hear me?" Shannon asked as calmly as possible, leaning over him to check the pulse points on his wrists and neck.

"I have to get off of the chairlift right now! I'm afraid of heights, I could break my neck from this height," Todd mumbled incoherently, peering over the metal railing on his bed as if staring from an incredible vantage point.

"Todd, listen to me. You're not in a chairlift right now, you're in the hospital," Shannon chided soothingly, placing a hand over his to reassure him.

"No, you listen to me…I hate to have to do this. I'm Todd St. Mark and I demand that you let me off of this infernal death trap right now! Otherwise, I'm going to call your supervisor!" Todd threatened in a savage tone.

"Todd! It's Shannon and I'm telling you right now that you're not in Mount Sunapee. You're in Boston, at Massachusetts General Hospital. You're running an extremely high fever, you're hallucinating," Shannon pressed firmly.

Cheryl and Mimi looked on in astonishment when Shannon took Todd's head into her hands so that he could look her more directly in the eye. Without warning, Todd began sobbing profusely, tears running down his eyes, his shoulders convulsing.

"I feel so lost. I want to get off, but I can't. Why is it so hard to keep your balance?" he asked weakly of Shannon, his face shining with salty tears.

All three nurses had the distinct impression that the self-made billionaire's son was no longer talking about a chair lift, but about something entirely different. Shannon's face crinkled with sadness and sympathy as she began rubbing Todd's arms soothingly with her hands.

"I don't know, Todd. But if there's anything I've learnt, it's this: you do the best you can with what you have. That's how you find a balance," she responded earnestly.

Todd stared at Shannon for the longest time, as if he finally realised where he was. Then he fell into her arms, her grasp tightening on him all the more while he buried his face into her neck, breathing hard and sobbing quietly the whole time.

"When I was a little girl, I used to have really bad nightmares about the Boogie Man coming out of my closet and eating me. Whenever this happened, my Mom would hear me crying and come into my room. Then she took me in her arms and started singing me one of her favourite songs by Ella Fitzgerald. It always made feel just long enough so I could fall asleep again…" Shannon crooned softly, rubbing Todd's back soothingly and in a maternal manner.

Then Shannon began singing that very song in a carrying whisper that tickled at the air in the small hospital room like a gentle summer breeze. After a few minutes, Todd's sobbing subsided and he grew silent while listening intently to Shannon's singing. Neither one was aware when both Cheryl and Mimi silently left the room, leaving the two of them sitting atop the hospital bed, holding each other against the backdrop of the moon shining through the window off to the left.

A few nights later around 8pm, Shannon had just finished her shift for the day. She was already changed in her normal clothes and on her way out of the hospital when she decided to check on Todd. After his hallucinating spell from a few days ago, Todd's fever had dissipated completely and he had returned to his normal composed self. When she came to stand outside the hospital room, Shannon self-consciously tapped on the slightly ajar door and waited for a response.

"Come in," Todd replied cordially.

Shannon pushed the door open and stepped into the hospital room lit by a lone bedside lamp positioned on a pedestal. Todd was sitting up in bed, wearing one of his own pin-striped pyjamas. His hospital tray was pulled out and resting on top of it was an extravagant-looking chess set.

"Nurse Cooper," Todd greeted delightedly, a wide smile on his face at his presence in her room.

"Hi, Todd. I just finished my shift, but I thought I'd check on you before I left and went home," Shannon announced briskly.

"You really don't have to do that every time you're on your way out, Nurse Cooper. I'm a lot better since my last 'episode'," Todd reasoned tentatively with air quotes.

"I know you are, but I'm just doing my job," Shannon replied evenly.

"You're going above and beyond your job description, Nurse Cooper. Seriously, you shouldn't have to check on me after hours when you have a life of your own. I can't believe how I lost it the other night," Todd admitted uncomfortably.

"Todd, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone gets a little vulnerable when they spend time in a hospital. That's the drawback of getting sick or injured." Shannon pointed out kindly.

"I thought the drawback of getting sick or injured was exactly that – getting sick or injured." Todd joked lightly, causing Shannon to laugh heartily.

"You do make an excellent point," she conceded heartily once her laughter had subsided.

"Hot date?" Shannon teased airily, pointing with her index finger towards the chess set resting on Todd's lap.

Todd followed her gaze and guffawed loudly at the smirk on her face.

"Not exactly, just a hobby, really. It's the only thing to do in a hospital that doesn't involve X-rays or eating obscene amounts of green jello," Todd offered facetiously.

"Good point. Do you usually play alone?" Shannon inquired tentatively.

"Sometimes, when I'm feeling especially pedantic. But it's always nice playing chess with someone else," Todd replied simply.

An awkward silence ensued before Todd continued speaking.

"You wouldn't happen to play chess, would you…Nurse Cooper?" he asked softly.

Shannon pursed her lips as if she were thinking it over for a moment.

"Well…I can play a little chess. I'm not very good at it though," she responded truthfully.

"That's ok. Two people with different skills levels is what makes chess fun. Watching two professionals playing chess on the other hand gets tedious after a while." Todd noted quite eagerly.

"I'll take your word for it. Are you asking me to play chess with you, Todd?" Shannon asked seriously.

"No, of course not. Besides, I'm sure you've had a long day and you'd like nothing more than to head home, take a hot bath or sit on the sofa watching TV with your boyfriend," Todd declared rapidly.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Shannon answered slowly.

Todd seemed genuinely surprised by her admission.

"Really? A young and beautiful woman like yourself is…unattached?" he asked gently, stretching out every syllable of the last word.

Shannon blushed profusely at the fact that someone like Todd St. Mark had just called her beautiful, especially while she was wearing her thick-rimmed glasses. But she recovered her usual composure a few seconds later and answered his question.

"It's not that I don't want to be…attached. But I have a very demanding job; it makes it a little hard to meet men my age outside of the hospital, unless I want to date a doctor. Which I don't," she added on the last part in a blustering stream.

"I understand. I spend a lot of time around socialites and hotel heiresses, but they're not really my type, at least not anymore. They don't like chess," Todd offered with a wry smile, which made Shannon blush even more.

"Lucky for you, I'm no socialite by any means. Are we playing chess or what?" Shannon asked with a bold grin on her face.

"Nurse Cooper, you really don't have to stay," Todd protested weakly.

"I want to stay…and it's Shannon. My name's Shannon," Shannon introduced meekly.

"Shannon…beautiful name…for a beautiful woman," Todd responded earnestly.

Shannon blushed again before sitting down tentatively on the edge of Todd's hospital bed.

"I'll take your word for it. Let's play," she suggested softly, a small smile playing on her face.

Todd returned her smile and made the first move as they began playing chess together under the glare of the lone bedside lamp.

Nearly an entire month had passed after Todd St. Mark had been discharged from Massachusetts General. He had made a complete recovery and had to walk with a cane for the next few weeks because of a slight limp in his step. During his rehabilitation period, Shannon didn't see a whole lot of Todd, even though he did his physiotherapy at Massachusetts General the whole time. She hated to admit it to herself, but she missed him. She had become so accustomed to his company over the past few months that she had forgotten that he had a life of his own beyond recovering from his extensive injuries.

But mostly, she felt immensely sad, especially when she thought of all the time they had spent together in the hospital, aside from just doing her nursing duties. She had really enjoyed their animated banter and time spent together. Perhaps it just been her imagination, but Shannon had thought that Todd felt the same way too. Obviously, she had been wrong, especially when there were a dozens of bouquets of beautiful flowers decorating the nurses' station, and they weren't for her.

"Oh my gosh, this is getting ridiculous now…" Cheryl declared in a simpering giggly tone which didn't fool Shannon in the least.

"It was just one date. Todd really shouldn't have sent me so many flowers," she added with relish.

Mimi, who was checking a patient chart, gave Shannon a side-long glance and rolled her eyes. Shannon felt like she was tasting bile in her throat.

Of course, Cheryl had been telling anyone who would listen about having dinner with Todd St. Mark immediately after he had been discharged from hospital. According to her, he had wanted to thank her personally for 'taking such good care of him'. The thought sent a stabbing pain right through Shannon's chest. She thought she'd really gotten to know the real Todd St. Mark, but he had surprised her. Then again, it wasn't that surprising that he'd chosen Cheryl after all; her flaming red hair and emerald green eyes were impossible to ignore. Who wouldn't want her?

"Todd really is a sweet guy. I know it was just one date. But I really feel like we connected somehow. I wouldn't be surprised if he came running through the hospital right now just to tell me that in person," Cheryl declared confidently.

As if an answer to her prayers, said man came walking steadily along the small hallway from the elevators across from the nurses' station, panting and out of breath. He was dressed in what looked like a designer black winter coat and black gloves, which covered an expensive-looking dark grey suit. Unlike during his hospital stay, his dark brown hair had been cut into a neat style, which he had gelled upwards. He was still walking with a cane, but the polished stick made him look extremely dapper. In short, Todd St. Mark looked every bit as handsome and immaculate prior to his skiing accident.

Shannon didn't know who she was trying to fool. She had fallen hard for a rich and handsome hotel heir and one of Boston's most eligible bachelors to boot. But what could he possibly see in a simple nurse like her? Theirs was a romance best saved for a chapter in silly book of fairytales that little children often read before bedtime.

"Good evening, ladies." Todd greeted somewhat awkwardly.

"Todd, what a lovely surprise!" Cheryl greeted flamboyantly.

"Indeed. What can we do for you, Mr. St Mark?" Mimi asked courteously.

"If it's alright, I'd like to speak to Nurse Cooper in private please," Todd stated breathlessly.

Shannon hadn't been expecting this. But somehow, the statement made her bristle up defensively as she prepared her response.

"I'm sorry, Mr. St Mark, but I have a patient to go check on right now," Shannon replied shortly.

"Please, Nurse Cooper. It'll just take a minute…"

"I really can't spare you a moment; I have a very busy schedule."

"I just wanted to ask you about the flowers!" Todd blurted out loudly just as Shannon was about to walk away with her clipboard in hand.

Shannon stopped short and turned around to face Todd with a look of surprise on her face. Both Cheryl and Mimi looked politely incredulous.

"The flowers?" she inquired blankly.

"The flowers that I've been sending to the nurse's station for the past two weeks. I wanted to know what you thought about them," Todd elaborated rapidly.

"With all due respect, I don't have any thoughts about the flowers, Mr. St Mark. After all, they weren't sent to me," Shannon pointed out curtly.

"What are you talking about? Of course, I sent them to you," Todd responded impatiently, some of his usual composure slipping away in sudden frustration.

All three nurses goggled unabashedly at the hotel heir, astonishment written all over their faces.

"You sent those flowers to her? I thought they were meant for me!" Cheryl practically shrieked indignantly.

"So did I," Both Shannon and Mimi chorused in confusion.

"Well, I apologise. I could've sworn that when I asked the florist to have them delivered to the hospital, that I asked her to put your name on the front of each card." Todd explained hurriedly while addressing Shannon.

"You sent me flowers?" Shannon asked in wonder.

"This is so embarrassing. I'm Todd St. Mark: I know exactly how to talk to beautiful women. I know exactly what to do and how to compliment them, down to the last tee. But I'm completely out of my league here. You're not just beautiful, Shannon Cooper. You're also sweet, compassionate and easy to talk to. I didn't know how to successfully broach the subject once I'd been discharged, so my assistant suggested that I send you some flowers. Except that I apparently forgot to put your name on the cards or say that they were from me, because that's how flustered you make me sometimes," Todd blustered on frantically while clutching at strands of hair with his hands.

"I make you flustered?" Shannon asked in a small voice.

Todd finally met Shannon's gaze, a determined look on his face.

"I'm afraid so," Todd admitted seriously.

"Wait a minute! How can you possibly be interested in Shannon? You took me out to dinner right after you got discharged from the hospital!" Cheryl fumed irately, cutting into Todd and Shannon's moment.

"Cheryl, I didn't take you out to dinner. You told me that you had coupons for free coffee from Starbucks. I only agreed to take you up on your offer to be polite. I'm sorry," Todd apologised quickly, glancing momentarily at Cheryl before turning to face Shannon once again.

"Coffee? You mean to tell me that you've been boring everyone to tears on this floor for the past 3 weeks over coffee?" Mimi exclaimed in astonishment.

Then she began laughing hysterically, tears escaping her eyes while she clutched at her stomach, completely doubled over while Cheryl looked less than amused. Both Shannon and Todd stared at the two of them before looking at each other again. Shannon put her clipboard back onto the counter top of the nurse's station before stepping closer to Todd.

"I still don't understand. Maybe you don't like Cheryl, but why would you pick me? Todd, I'm just an ordinary nurse, a simple woman with simple tastes and interests. It doesn't make any sense." Shannon protested weakly.

Todd smiled and stepped closer to Shannon till there was barely any space between their two bodies.

"Then let me make myself abundantly clear. I had a bad night nearly two months ago when I wasn't feeling quite like myself. And you got me to calm down and fall asleep again after holding me close and singing me a song. Ever since that night, I haven't been able to get either you or Ella Fitzgerald out of my head." Todd declared earnestly.

"That can't be true – you can't possibly remember that night. You had a fever, you were completely delirious." Shannon responded assuredly.

"You'd be surprised what you'd be able to remember under the right circumstances and with the right person in close proximity." Todd teased lightly, his hand moving towards Shannon's face to caress her cheek gently.

"You do make an excellent point," Shannon murmured hazily, distracted by the feel of Todd's hand on her body.

"Now that I have your undivided attention, what did you think of my flowers?" Todd asked seriously, his lips inches away from Shannon's.

"They're very beautiful," Shannon answered without hesitation.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that. Do you have any plans this evening, Shannon?" Todd asked calmly.

"What do you mean?" Shannon questioned blankly.

"I'd like to take you to dinner, so that I can thank you properly for my speedy recovery." Todd declared with a winning smile on his face.

Both Mimi and Cheryl were intensely enthralled by this conversation between Todd and Shannon. While Mimi looked sincerely happy for her fellow colleague, Cheryl looked like she was about to hurl.

"But I can't go to any of those five-star restaurants that you frequent on a regular basis. I don't have anything to wear," Shannon protested weakly.

"Shannon, I don't care what you wear. You can wear jeans; you can wear your nurse's outfit for all I care. I just want us to enjoy each other's company tonight, and preferably away from the hospital." Todd answered truthfully.

"So many fond memories," he added dryly, causing Shannon to laugh heartily in response.

"Well in that case, I accept your gracious invitation, Todd." Shannon stated sincerely with a mischievous grin on her face.

She surprised Todd, Mimi and Cheryl by leaning forward and claiming Todd's lips in a chaste kiss that lasted for a few seconds. When she pulled away, it was Todd's turn to blush profusely. When he had recovered himself sufficiently, he turned to face Cheryl and Mimi with a polite smile on his face.

"Would it be alright if I borrowed Shannon for a few hours?" he asked courteously of the two of them.

"Of course, keep her for as long as you like. Cheryl will be happy to cover the rest of Shannon's shift." Mimi responded graciously, a mischievous grin on her face while eyeing Cheryl out of the corner of her eye.

"Thank you, ladies. Shall we, Nurse Cooper?" Todd asked cordially of Shannon.

Shannon chuckled in response when Todd extended his right arm, which happened to be the same arm which he had injured nearly two months ago.

"Of course, Mr. St Mark," she murmured elatedly.

Then she linked her arm through his and they began walking slowly towards the elevators, like they had all the time in the world.

Shannon (I made up her surname) is played by the lovely and talented Cheryl Burke, most notable for her appearances on "Dancing With The Stars". She first appeared in The Suite Life of Zack of Cody in the season 2 episode, "Loosely Ballroom" as the frumpy and shy private nurse of a millionaire named Leo (I made up his surname too), who was a patron of Esteban's dance class.

Todd St. Mark is played by Ben Ziff. He first appeared in The Suite Life of Zack in the season 1 episode, "Cookin' with Romeo and Juliet" as a love interest for London Tipton and the son of Wilfred Tipton's arch rival who owns The St. Mark Hotel located opposite the Boston Tipton.