A/N: I do not own Bleach; if I did Hollow Butterfly Aizen wouldn't talk so damn much.

Thank you to Brendabond for being an awesome beta.

Warnings: Uh, none really. Holy crap I'm slipping! Wait, I do have a personal bitchfest at the end of this thing. So I can warn you about that.

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~~99 years pass~~

"Fourth seat Inoue! Your favorite patient is in room twelve!" Isane was teasing her again and it was unappreciated. Orihime groaned. This was the third time this week! Why in seven hells does she always get assigned to patch him up? She was beginning to think that her Captain and Isane were hazing her. Surely, this is what they must do to all the newly seated healers. There was no other explanation as to why she was the only one to heal this patient's injuries.

Since Orihime arrived at the Fourth out of the academy two months ago, she rose up in the ranks faster than she ever imagined. She was in high demand due to her speed at healing and lack of scars her zanpakuto left on patient's bodies. However, she was completely exhausted from the amount of work she was doing. But Captain Unohana gave her a good schedule with weekends off so she couldn't complain that much.

Grabbing the chart for the by far most accident-prone shinigami in all of Seireitei, she noted that he was also due for his annual physical. She smirked as an evil plan formed; this man was taking up for too much of her time. Time that she could be using to heal other patients, ones that were out in the field fighting hollows, not…what did he do this time? Oh, impaled himself on his own zanpakuto while walking. She rolled her eyes. Of course he did. That's it, she had to keep him from coming back for at least a week, and nothing made you avoid the Fourth in fear like your annual physical.

Orihime frowned; hopefully he didn't damage himself too badly today, it was Friday afternoon and she wanted to have the energy left over to do something this weekend. Maybe if Rangiku wasn't too busy, she could pop over there and play with her and Captain Abarai's kids for a while. She smiled thinking of the little brats; they were certainly a handful to watch. Orihime had met Ran while she was lecturing at the academy; they had bonded over boob talk and became almost inseparable immediately. Maybe they could make udon with bean paste and hot sauce tonight. Then she could tell the kids a story about marauding robot hollows before bedtime…

Orihime mentally shook her head to get her thoughts on track. She got back to her task at hand, looking over the chart of one Captain Ukitake and coming up with the rest of her idea. There was a chance he would report any abuse to her Captain, and there was also the small chance he would like what she was about to do. Looking at him you would never guess, but she had heard rumors that he and his late wife had a hell of a wild streak. She died 30-something years ago, and it's been rumored that he hasn't looked at another woman since. Orihime was banking on the fact that he still missed the old lady and would run screaming out of the Fourth never to return. Ok, it was a flimsy plan, but it was all she had. Godsdammit, her patient load was too heavy!

Upon reaching the end of the hall, and loosening her top for maximum cleavage, Orihime steeled her nerves pushing open the door to exam room twelve.

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Jyuushiro looked up as he heard the door open and his chest tightened upon seeing the back of a head full of ginger hair. It wasn't like the old days when his body was wrought with tuberculosis, that pain he could handle. This pain was from seeing his beautiful wife, alive and healthy, and her not remembering a stitch of their life together. The last time he held her in his arms, she was taking her last breaths, and her body so frail from fighting the disease called cancer. But she had lived a long life, essentially for being a human, and for that he was grateful. Even in her later years, she was still beautiful. He used to joke that finally her hair matched his. She would tell him that all the other old women at the market thought she was a cradle robber and were asking her for advice on landing a young handsome Captain.

Even though it was nearly one hundred years ago, it still felt like it had only been weeks. The Captain-Commander had allowed her to stay in Seireitei after the war due to Unohana's report that Orihime couldn't be considered human any longer due to her powers. The old man was also impressed when she brought back medicine from the real world called antibiotics. That had saved not only Jyuushiro's life, but also the lives of many others in the Rukongai districts since kido healing wasn't widely available out there. He still had scar tissue on his lungs making him more prone to infection, but his days of coughing up blood had long passed. The only concession that she had to make was that they could not procreate. Soul Society, while eternally grateful to the Vizards and Ichigo for the victory over Aizen, had still frowned on hybrids. There was always her next life, she had said, but he lied when he told her not to worry and that those years would pass quickly for him. He was ready to start a family. He had been ready to start a family 99 years ago, and he was damn tired of being patient.

Blinking suddenly he realized that while was reminiscing, Orihime was asking him questions. She was now glaring at him while holding her clipboard. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what was that Orihime?"

"I said; how did you manage to injure yourself this time?" her eyes narrowed, "And you can call me Inoue."

Ouch. He needed to remember that the woman in front of him was not technically his wife. At least not in this life. Yet. Nervously, he rubbed the back of his head and chuckled, "Well, I was walking by the Hokutan River when I tripped…"

"Forget it, I don't want to know." Orihime leaned down to look at he wound that pierced his side and scribbled on the clipboard. "Captain Ukitake, can I ask you a personal question?"

He perked up. This could be it! "Sure!"

"How are you a Captain? I mean really, you get injured all the time by the silliest things. Two days ago you were here for a paper cut."

Jyuu visibly deflated, "That paper cut was very painful."

He overheard, even though she was muttering to herself mostly while doing a quick kido spell on his wound. "I swear, either you are the clumsiest shinigami that has ever existed, or you just come here to drive me insane."

He smiled serenely at her earning him another glare. He understood why no one could tell Orihime about her past in Soul Society. This version of herself, while having the same basic personality, should be allowed to make her own choices. He was both surprised and annoyed that Rangiku hadn't accidentally spilled the beans yet. After eight children with Renji Abarai he was amazed that Ran could even remember what day it was. Noticing that Orihime was almost done healing him, he thanked the Gods he had spaced out. Having her in close proximity was a beautiful torture. From here he could smell her shampoo. Looking down, he also noticed for the first time that he could see more of her cleavage than usual. As his cock was stirring to half-mast, she pulled away and walked over to the cabinet in the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief. Erections right now are bad; they would lead to either embarrassing questions or him trying to take her on the exam table. Which would be sexy as hell if she was agreeable, but he really didn't think she was ready for that yet.

Orihime walked back over to him holding out a hospital gown. "Put this on. You're due for your annual physical. Might as well get it done today, so we can both get started on the weekend."

Jyuu grimaced. Nothing good could come of this.

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A/N: I've rushed this first part of the epilogue out for a reason.

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