Disclaimer: I don't know them, don't sue me.
Author's note: Yeah, I haven't written in a while, but too bad. I've been doing stuff. This might be the last epilogue, I'm not quite sure...yet...
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The door swung open in Dave's apartment. He and Deb walked into the place and shut the door behind them. He needed to pick up clothes, his razor, etc.
"Help yourself to whatever." Dave said bleakly as he walked into the bedroom.
Deb looked around, studying the place. There were medical journals on the small, oak coffee table, which surprised her. The place was surprisingly clean. Before she could further examine the area. She heard the bedroom door close and Dave walked out with a small black suitcase in hand.
"You ready to go?" She asked.
"Uh..." Dave took a quick glance around the apartment, thinking if he needed anything else he couldn't buy al Walgreen's. "I think that's it."
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Deb put her key into the deadbolt lock of her apartment door. With a little elbow grease, the door opened with a creak. The apartment had two bedrooms. But there wasn't a bed for the other room. However, the couch did pull out and make a bed. She hung up her coat in the closet and checked her answering machine while Dave set his suitcase down.
"Message: Tuesday, 6:14 a.m." The automated voice announced.
"Dr. Chen? This is Dr. Weaver. I'm calling to let you know that you have a paramedic ride along coming up, I would've told you at work but you'd already left. Bye." The message beeped from the delete button.
"You have a ride along?" Dave questioned, trying to make conversation.
"I've been putting it off forever. I was supposed to do it a while ago, but they don't let you do that when you're pregnant."
"I can understand."
"Do you want some coffee?"
"No thanks, I'm going to get some sleep."
"The couch pulls out."
"Thanks for the tip."
Jing-mei wandered into the kitchen while Dave messed with the pull out couch. After some pulling, the squeaky bed opened up. He took off his shoes, lied down, and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Deb was making coffee as quietly as possible. Why am I making coffee? She thought to herself. I'm going to sleep. Tip-toeing into her room, Deb slid into bed, not bothering to get into pajamas.
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Deb awoke to the sound of her alarm. The clock blared "3:00" in the afternoon. The sun shone into her window, lightly bathing her in a luminous light. Deb slid out of bed and noticed her clothes were all wrinkly so she changed into a pair of loose jeans and a gray tee shirt. Combing her hair with her fingers, she walked into the living room, to find Dave sitting on her couch watching TV. It scared her breathless, but then she remembered that he was supposed to be here.
"Afternoon." Dave said with an eyebrow raised.
"Back at you." Deb snappily replied.
She sat next to him on the couch and rested her feet on the coffee table.
"How are you doing?" Deb asked softly.
"I'm...I'm better..." Dave trailed off, the emotion returning to his face. Deb regretted asking him. She quickly tried to change the subject.
"So, what are we watching?" She said a little too fast.
"I Love Lucy." Dave responded, regaining his composure.
"You watch I Love Lucy?" Deb insinuated.
"What? It's a funny show."
"Whatever..." She said with a soft chuckle in her voice.
"Are you saying I'm gay?"
Deb tried to contain her laughter as she turned bright red. She couldn't take it any longer and burst out laughing.
"What?" Dave said accusingly.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you." Jing-mei confessed.
"You hungry?" Dave asked.
"Little. What do you want for dinner?"
"Can you cook?"
"Yeah, just not for you."
"Okay then, lets order out. What do you feel like for dinner?"
"Um...food is always a plus." Dave said sarcastically.
"What about..." Deb paused, trying to think of something, "Chinese?"
"Sure."
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An hour later, Deb and Dave were still sitting on the couch, shoving noodles in their mouths while watching Springer. An awkward silence hung in the air. They'd finished their food and stared blankly at the screen. Jing-mei flipped off the TV and took the empty food cartons into the kitchen. Dave plotted silently to himself what he was going to do next. She returned and sat beside him.
"Wha-" Deb was interrupted by Dave suddenly kissing her. She didn't resist.
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Yeah! I didn't even see that coming! I know it's a little short but the next one shall be longer. I guess this isn't the last epilogue after all! R/R and stay tuned for the next segment!
Author's note: Yeah, I haven't written in a while, but too bad. I've been doing stuff. This might be the last epilogue, I'm not quite sure...yet...
---
The door swung open in Dave's apartment. He and Deb walked into the place and shut the door behind them. He needed to pick up clothes, his razor, etc.
"Help yourself to whatever." Dave said bleakly as he walked into the bedroom.
Deb looked around, studying the place. There were medical journals on the small, oak coffee table, which surprised her. The place was surprisingly clean. Before she could further examine the area. She heard the bedroom door close and Dave walked out with a small black suitcase in hand.
"You ready to go?" She asked.
"Uh..." Dave took a quick glance around the apartment, thinking if he needed anything else he couldn't buy al Walgreen's. "I think that's it."
--
Deb put her key into the deadbolt lock of her apartment door. With a little elbow grease, the door opened with a creak. The apartment had two bedrooms. But there wasn't a bed for the other room. However, the couch did pull out and make a bed. She hung up her coat in the closet and checked her answering machine while Dave set his suitcase down.
"Message: Tuesday, 6:14 a.m." The automated voice announced.
"Dr. Chen? This is Dr. Weaver. I'm calling to let you know that you have a paramedic ride along coming up, I would've told you at work but you'd already left. Bye." The message beeped from the delete button.
"You have a ride along?" Dave questioned, trying to make conversation.
"I've been putting it off forever. I was supposed to do it a while ago, but they don't let you do that when you're pregnant."
"I can understand."
"Do you want some coffee?"
"No thanks, I'm going to get some sleep."
"The couch pulls out."
"Thanks for the tip."
Jing-mei wandered into the kitchen while Dave messed with the pull out couch. After some pulling, the squeaky bed opened up. He took off his shoes, lied down, and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Deb was making coffee as quietly as possible. Why am I making coffee? She thought to herself. I'm going to sleep. Tip-toeing into her room, Deb slid into bed, not bothering to get into pajamas.
--
Deb awoke to the sound of her alarm. The clock blared "3:00" in the afternoon. The sun shone into her window, lightly bathing her in a luminous light. Deb slid out of bed and noticed her clothes were all wrinkly so she changed into a pair of loose jeans and a gray tee shirt. Combing her hair with her fingers, she walked into the living room, to find Dave sitting on her couch watching TV. It scared her breathless, but then she remembered that he was supposed to be here.
"Afternoon." Dave said with an eyebrow raised.
"Back at you." Deb snappily replied.
She sat next to him on the couch and rested her feet on the coffee table.
"How are you doing?" Deb asked softly.
"I'm...I'm better..." Dave trailed off, the emotion returning to his face. Deb regretted asking him. She quickly tried to change the subject.
"So, what are we watching?" She said a little too fast.
"I Love Lucy." Dave responded, regaining his composure.
"You watch I Love Lucy?" Deb insinuated.
"What? It's a funny show."
"Whatever..." She said with a soft chuckle in her voice.
"Are you saying I'm gay?"
Deb tried to contain her laughter as she turned bright red. She couldn't take it any longer and burst out laughing.
"What?" Dave said accusingly.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you." Jing-mei confessed.
"You hungry?" Dave asked.
"Little. What do you want for dinner?"
"Can you cook?"
"Yeah, just not for you."
"Okay then, lets order out. What do you feel like for dinner?"
"Um...food is always a plus." Dave said sarcastically.
"What about..." Deb paused, trying to think of something, "Chinese?"
"Sure."
--
An hour later, Deb and Dave were still sitting on the couch, shoving noodles in their mouths while watching Springer. An awkward silence hung in the air. They'd finished their food and stared blankly at the screen. Jing-mei flipped off the TV and took the empty food cartons into the kitchen. Dave plotted silently to himself what he was going to do next. She returned and sat beside him.
"Wha-" Deb was interrupted by Dave suddenly kissing her. She didn't resist.
----
Yeah! I didn't even see that coming! I know it's a little short but the next one shall be longer. I guess this isn't the last epilogue after all! R/R and stay tuned for the next segment!