Secret Valentine
by mardel
PG
I just borrowed them for the story
Claire was working in her lab early Wednesday morning when the
door slide open and Eberts walked in carrying a beautiful bouquet
of flowers.
"Claire these were just delivered. They are for you." Eberts was
smiling it wasn't often he got to be the bearer of good news.
"Oh my for me pink roses." Claire stopped working and stood.
She reached for the small card included with her flowers.
"Thank you Albert."
"You are quiet welcome." Eberts set the flowers down on the
table and waited to learn who'd sent them.
Claire sniffed the roses still smiling and opened the small envelope.
For Claire,
The loveliest woman I know,
Meet me at Michelle's at seven
tomorrow night
"It's not signed. Who sent these Eberts do you know?"
"No, I don't. I just accepted them from the delivery man ten
minutes ago."
"I wonder who sent them."
"It would seem that you have a secret admirer Doctor."
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"I'm telling you Partner you have to make a move. You can't wait
around something as important as this, you can't waste time."
Bobby was saying as the door to the Keep opened.
"I hear ya." Darien said, then spotted the large bouquet of flowers
on the table. "Whoa, nice flowers there Keepie who sent them?"
"Good morning Darien, Bobby. I don't know the card wasn't signed."
"Pink roses very classy. Come Claire you know who sent them
even if the card wasn't signed. You can tell us." Bobby hinted.
"No, honestly I don't know. But they are lovely." Claire smiled
as she admired the flowers. "Alright Darien let me check you over,
you aren't due for a shot until Friday."
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"So Hobbesy did you send those roses to the Keep?" Darien turned
and walked backwards in the hall after they had left the lab.
"No, I didn't sent them to her. Why would you think that?"
Bobby answered a little to quickly.
"Come on, I know you like her." Darien grinned.
"It wasn't me my friend. I'm thinking you did it, just to make her
crazy."
"Me? Do I seem like the kind of guy that would sent anonymous
flowers?"
"You have a point there. So if I didn't send 'em and you didn't
sent them who did?"
"I don't know."
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Claire was puzzled by her gift also, she ran through the possible
people that could have sent them. There was Bobby, Darien, and
if she considered all possibilities Eberts.
Bobby? Claire considered him, he was flirting with her all the time.
Telling her how nice she looked in this or that. He'd asked her to
dinner a dozen times. Claire liked Bobby, he had several very nice
qualities. He was very fit, strong, intelligent, caring and brave.
Claire thought he might have sent her the roses anonymously
because she'd turned him down so many times. But then she wasn't
sure.
Then there was the possibility is had been Darien. Claire wondered
if he would have sent her flowers. There had been a short period of
time at the beginning of their relationship that she'd thought he
might be experiencing the proverbial crush a patient often felt
towards their doctor. But it had worked out. Darien was a good man.
He cared about people, he was intelligent, charming, never serious
and to be honest one the handsomest men she'd ever known.
Claire loved him but it was the friendship kind of love, not the happily
ever after marry me kind. Not that she ruled out developing deeper
feelings for him. She just wasn't sure about him either.
Claire turned back to her work. She examined the card again but
the hand writing didn't look at all familiar. She wondered if someone
she hadn't considered yet might have sent the roses.
Eberts was always around. He often stopped and talked with her
during his lunch hour. Eberts was very inquisitive, intelligent, he
cared about his co-workers. He was very devoted to his job. He was
sweet and hardworking. She didn't believe he had a crush on her.
But she couldn't be sure with him either. Claire sighed. At the rate
she was going she wasn't going to eliminate anyone from the list
of possible candidates.
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"Hobbes, why is it that you wouldn't consider dating anyone you
work with?" Darien asked as they were driving to the new
location for the recent mission.
"I've told you Partner, I don't fish off the company pier."
"I know that, why not? What's it going to hurt?"
"If a relationship went badly, and lets face it my track record isn't
the best. It would make working difficult between me and the lady."
Bobby explained.
"You mean you and Claire," Darien nudged.
"No, me and who ever, I like Claire but she has never given me any
sign that she likes me. Well maybe as a friend sort of, but not romantically.
So stop pushing."
"I'm not pushing, I just want to understand." Darien told him. He was
wondering who'd sent the roses to his Keeper. Pink roses, that was the
part that was bothering him, there was something about pink roses.
He couldn't remember what it was.
"Are you sure you didn't sent them hoping to get her to accept one
of my offers or something like that? Are you trying to play matchmaker?"
Bobby suddenly had the idea, Darien was behind the flowers.
"No, I didn't sent them but that's not a bad idea. Claire deserves some
love in her life and if you aren't going to be the one who gives it to
her...... someone should."
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"Eberts could you help me for a minute. I've got to find a file for
this project and it appears to have been miss placed."
Claire knocked on his office door. Eberts had a small office, just
next door to the Official's it had one very small window and room
for only a desk, a chair and one file cabinet.
"Yes, of course. What file are you looking for?" He stood and walked
with her towards the basement.
"The file is titled Franklin Institute, but I don't seem to be able to
locate it." Claire explained. She noticed as they walked along that
Eberts was looking very polished and well turned out recently.
He'd gotten a new suit or something, she wasn't sure what the
difference was.
"Let me check." He opened the door to the filing room and went
to a cabinet in the far corner. He opened the top drawer and pulled
out a file. "It this the one you are looking for?"
"Yes, that was amazing Albert, thank you."
"You are very welcome Claire. Any time you need a file I'd be
happy to retrieve it for you." He smiled.
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That evening Claire was eating her dinner, and thinking about
the possible men she might be meeting for dinner the following
night. It was Valentines Day after all, she hadn't been so curious
about something in her personal life in ages.
"Who do you think it is Pavlov? You've meet them all do you have
some kind of doggie intuition about these things?"
Pavlov jumped up on her lap and licked her face.
"I know you'd pick Eberts because he takes care of you for me.
The few times I have to spend the night away from home."
She put her plate in the sink and went to choose an outfit for
the big mystery meeting the following night.
( Ok your choice I've written four possible ending to this little
story. Your choice they are labeled Darien, Bobby, Eberts and
Other. You can read them all or just your favorite. I hope you
enjoy, mardel)
by mardel
PG
I just borrowed them for the story
Claire was working in her lab early Wednesday morning when the
door slide open and Eberts walked in carrying a beautiful bouquet
of flowers.
"Claire these were just delivered. They are for you." Eberts was
smiling it wasn't often he got to be the bearer of good news.
"Oh my for me pink roses." Claire stopped working and stood.
She reached for the small card included with her flowers.
"Thank you Albert."
"You are quiet welcome." Eberts set the flowers down on the
table and waited to learn who'd sent them.
Claire sniffed the roses still smiling and opened the small envelope.
For Claire,
The loveliest woman I know,
Meet me at Michelle's at seven
tomorrow night
"It's not signed. Who sent these Eberts do you know?"
"No, I don't. I just accepted them from the delivery man ten
minutes ago."
"I wonder who sent them."
"It would seem that you have a secret admirer Doctor."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"I'm telling you Partner you have to make a move. You can't wait
around something as important as this, you can't waste time."
Bobby was saying as the door to the Keep opened.
"I hear ya." Darien said, then spotted the large bouquet of flowers
on the table. "Whoa, nice flowers there Keepie who sent them?"
"Good morning Darien, Bobby. I don't know the card wasn't signed."
"Pink roses very classy. Come Claire you know who sent them
even if the card wasn't signed. You can tell us." Bobby hinted.
"No, honestly I don't know. But they are lovely." Claire smiled
as she admired the flowers. "Alright Darien let me check you over,
you aren't due for a shot until Friday."
::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"So Hobbesy did you send those roses to the Keep?" Darien turned
and walked backwards in the hall after they had left the lab.
"No, I didn't sent them to her. Why would you think that?"
Bobby answered a little to quickly.
"Come on, I know you like her." Darien grinned.
"It wasn't me my friend. I'm thinking you did it, just to make her
crazy."
"Me? Do I seem like the kind of guy that would sent anonymous
flowers?"
"You have a point there. So if I didn't send 'em and you didn't
sent them who did?"
"I don't know."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Claire was puzzled by her gift also, she ran through the possible
people that could have sent them. There was Bobby, Darien, and
if she considered all possibilities Eberts.
Bobby? Claire considered him, he was flirting with her all the time.
Telling her how nice she looked in this or that. He'd asked her to
dinner a dozen times. Claire liked Bobby, he had several very nice
qualities. He was very fit, strong, intelligent, caring and brave.
Claire thought he might have sent her the roses anonymously
because she'd turned him down so many times. But then she wasn't
sure.
Then there was the possibility is had been Darien. Claire wondered
if he would have sent her flowers. There had been a short period of
time at the beginning of their relationship that she'd thought he
might be experiencing the proverbial crush a patient often felt
towards their doctor. But it had worked out. Darien was a good man.
He cared about people, he was intelligent, charming, never serious
and to be honest one the handsomest men she'd ever known.
Claire loved him but it was the friendship kind of love, not the happily
ever after marry me kind. Not that she ruled out developing deeper
feelings for him. She just wasn't sure about him either.
Claire turned back to her work. She examined the card again but
the hand writing didn't look at all familiar. She wondered if someone
she hadn't considered yet might have sent the roses.
Eberts was always around. He often stopped and talked with her
during his lunch hour. Eberts was very inquisitive, intelligent, he
cared about his co-workers. He was very devoted to his job. He was
sweet and hardworking. She didn't believe he had a crush on her.
But she couldn't be sure with him either. Claire sighed. At the rate
she was going she wasn't going to eliminate anyone from the list
of possible candidates.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Hobbes, why is it that you wouldn't consider dating anyone you
work with?" Darien asked as they were driving to the new
location for the recent mission.
"I've told you Partner, I don't fish off the company pier."
"I know that, why not? What's it going to hurt?"
"If a relationship went badly, and lets face it my track record isn't
the best. It would make working difficult between me and the lady."
Bobby explained.
"You mean you and Claire," Darien nudged.
"No, me and who ever, I like Claire but she has never given me any
sign that she likes me. Well maybe as a friend sort of, but not romantically.
So stop pushing."
"I'm not pushing, I just want to understand." Darien told him. He was
wondering who'd sent the roses to his Keeper. Pink roses, that was the
part that was bothering him, there was something about pink roses.
He couldn't remember what it was.
"Are you sure you didn't sent them hoping to get her to accept one
of my offers or something like that? Are you trying to play matchmaker?"
Bobby suddenly had the idea, Darien was behind the flowers.
"No, I didn't sent them but that's not a bad idea. Claire deserves some
love in her life and if you aren't going to be the one who gives it to
her...... someone should."
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Eberts could you help me for a minute. I've got to find a file for
this project and it appears to have been miss placed."
Claire knocked on his office door. Eberts had a small office, just
next door to the Official's it had one very small window and room
for only a desk, a chair and one file cabinet.
"Yes, of course. What file are you looking for?" He stood and walked
with her towards the basement.
"The file is titled Franklin Institute, but I don't seem to be able to
locate it." Claire explained. She noticed as they walked along that
Eberts was looking very polished and well turned out recently.
He'd gotten a new suit or something, she wasn't sure what the
difference was.
"Let me check." He opened the door to the filing room and went
to a cabinet in the far corner. He opened the top drawer and pulled
out a file. "It this the one you are looking for?"
"Yes, that was amazing Albert, thank you."
"You are very welcome Claire. Any time you need a file I'd be
happy to retrieve it for you." He smiled.
:::::::::::::::::::::::
That evening Claire was eating her dinner, and thinking about
the possible men she might be meeting for dinner the following
night. It was Valentines Day after all, she hadn't been so curious
about something in her personal life in ages.
"Who do you think it is Pavlov? You've meet them all do you have
some kind of doggie intuition about these things?"
Pavlov jumped up on her lap and licked her face.
"I know you'd pick Eberts because he takes care of you for me.
The few times I have to spend the night away from home."
She put her plate in the sink and went to choose an outfit for
the big mystery meeting the following night.
( Ok your choice I've written four possible ending to this little
story. Your choice they are labeled Darien, Bobby, Eberts and
Other. You can read them all or just your favorite. I hope you
enjoy, mardel)