Title: Cravings
Type: Drabble
Genre: ... No idea -coughs-
Word count: 335
Pairing: Light Derek/Angie
Rating: K probably...
Spoiler/Time Frame: No real spoilers again, but set after Second Opinion (The game not chapter...)
Summary: Cravings were a bad thing when it came down to Angie, and Derek soon finds that out...
Disclaimer: Trauma Center belongs to Atlus, yes I didn't die in the mountains -coughs-
Note: My A/N is coming tomorrow along with the story I didn't have time to type out today since it's one in the morning and my mom yelled at me already -flees-

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Angie Thompson was never one for sweets – but once in a while she got cravings.

She stared blankly at her paper work, while the pencil tapped against the surface. This is where she would miss the constant out of country trips with Dr. Stiles. A tired sigh left her lips, as she stared out the window.

It was a warm day, especially nice for some ice cream…

She blinked, what was she thinking? She lulled over that thought, but was quickly brought back to reality, with the soft click of the office door opening. Derek strolled into the room, a piece of cake in his hand. He sat in his desk, and took a bite out of it. He swallowed, and noticed Angie's emerald eyes that lingered on him (even though it was more on the cake he had).

"Hey Angie…"
"What… kind of cake is that?"

He blinked, and looked down at the cake, then back at the nurse.

"Uh… Strawberry short cake... Why?"

As soon as he asked, Angie was over at his desk, her eyes narrowed and full of determination.

"Give. Me. Some. Now."

She growled dangerously, which made Derek start to quiver in fear. He steadily held the cake out for her. It was like he was a villager, holding out a sacrifice and she was the God (Goddess to be exact). She swiped the fork out of his hand, and soon after, the plate.

Every thing happened like a blur to him, until she passed him the empty plate. She frowned, her craving still not gone.

"Is there more?"
"N-No…"

Derek quivered even more under that disapproving look. It reminded him around the time when he first became a surgeon and Director Hoffman was talking to him about being a doctor before Angie came into the room.

Her eyes lit up as she stared at his lips. A mischievous grin crossed her face, as she placed a hand under his chin, and brought his lips against hers.

She mentally smiled.

He tasted liked strawberries.