Title: Step in Time (1/3)
Author: FigFan
Rating: PG
Summary: A relationship progresses.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ::sigh::
Author's Notes: I like fuzz.. And this is going to be a 3 part thing.. Cause I was thinking.. obviously they "got together" during the whole smallpox thing. But what if that isn't when the *relationship* started? So I decided to write. There will be more. (
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He shows up on her doorstep one week into their "I'm sorry we locked you in a trauma room for two weeks" vacation. They haven't seen each other since their impromptu swim in the lake, and the impromptu make-out session that followed it.
He incessantly rings her buzzer until he hears a voice crackle through the speaker.
"Yeah, yeah, who is it?" He hears a combination of sleep in her voice and fuzz from the old intercom system. He looks at his watch. It's early, but not that early.
"It's me."
"Carter?"
"Come down here and talk."
"What? Carter, I don't have to be at work for another five days. I don't want to leave my bed, much less my apartment."
In his mind, he can see her rolling his eyes at him.
He doesn't care.
"Please?"
The intercom clicks off, but the main door opens a few moments later.
"This better be good."
He smiles and tilts his head a bit. "Let's go for a walk."
"What? Now? This is what you bring me down here for?"
He grabs her hands and just smiles more. "Yeah."
"Wearing this?" She looks down at herself. She's still in her pajamas, tank top and worn out flannel pants. Her hair is thrown up messily in a ponytail, the ends flipping out every which way.
"Sure. You'll fit in with all the college kids walking around here." He tugs a bit and pulls her outside, letting the door shut behind them.
"So you're saying I look like a college kid."
"Do you want to look like a college kid?"
"No."
"Then yeah. I am."
She lets go of his hands and swats him playfully on the arm. "I hate you."
They start to walk. Close enough that they could be touching, but not. His hand in his pockets, hers folded across her chest. They walk in silence, until they reach a bench on the lakefront.
He sits down, motioning her to sit next to him.
She does. A breeze comes ashore and she shivers a bit. It's still warm outside, but she's always been a person who gets cold easily.
"So.uh. What are we doing here?"
"I just wanted to walk."
"Mm." She nods ever so slightly.
They both watch the waves crash up on the rocks for a bit. And then she talks again.
"Hey. is this a fling?"
"Hmm?"
"Us. Are we a fling?"
He looks over at her, but she keeps her gaze straight ahead. "Do you think we're a fling?"
She laughs a bit. "No fair, I asked you first."
"No. We're not a fling."
Now she looks at him and smiles. "Good."
He smiles back and kisses her lightly on the forehead.
"Can we go home now?"
"We?"
"Yeah. I said I didn't want to leave my apartment. and that's going to be a whole lot easier if you're in it."
"Mm, really. How so?"
She gets off the bench and sticks out her hand.
"Let's go."
He dutifully follows, and their hands remain linked the whole way home.
Author: FigFan
Rating: PG
Summary: A relationship progresses.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ::sigh::
Author's Notes: I like fuzz.. And this is going to be a 3 part thing.. Cause I was thinking.. obviously they "got together" during the whole smallpox thing. But what if that isn't when the *relationship* started? So I decided to write. There will be more. (
Feedback: SEND. FigFan2002@yahoo.com
He shows up on her doorstep one week into their "I'm sorry we locked you in a trauma room for two weeks" vacation. They haven't seen each other since their impromptu swim in the lake, and the impromptu make-out session that followed it.
He incessantly rings her buzzer until he hears a voice crackle through the speaker.
"Yeah, yeah, who is it?" He hears a combination of sleep in her voice and fuzz from the old intercom system. He looks at his watch. It's early, but not that early.
"It's me."
"Carter?"
"Come down here and talk."
"What? Carter, I don't have to be at work for another five days. I don't want to leave my bed, much less my apartment."
In his mind, he can see her rolling his eyes at him.
He doesn't care.
"Please?"
The intercom clicks off, but the main door opens a few moments later.
"This better be good."
He smiles and tilts his head a bit. "Let's go for a walk."
"What? Now? This is what you bring me down here for?"
He grabs her hands and just smiles more. "Yeah."
"Wearing this?" She looks down at herself. She's still in her pajamas, tank top and worn out flannel pants. Her hair is thrown up messily in a ponytail, the ends flipping out every which way.
"Sure. You'll fit in with all the college kids walking around here." He tugs a bit and pulls her outside, letting the door shut behind them.
"So you're saying I look like a college kid."
"Do you want to look like a college kid?"
"No."
"Then yeah. I am."
She lets go of his hands and swats him playfully on the arm. "I hate you."
They start to walk. Close enough that they could be touching, but not. His hand in his pockets, hers folded across her chest. They walk in silence, until they reach a bench on the lakefront.
He sits down, motioning her to sit next to him.
She does. A breeze comes ashore and she shivers a bit. It's still warm outside, but she's always been a person who gets cold easily.
"So.uh. What are we doing here?"
"I just wanted to walk."
"Mm." She nods ever so slightly.
They both watch the waves crash up on the rocks for a bit. And then she talks again.
"Hey. is this a fling?"
"Hmm?"
"Us. Are we a fling?"
He looks over at her, but she keeps her gaze straight ahead. "Do you think we're a fling?"
She laughs a bit. "No fair, I asked you first."
"No. We're not a fling."
Now she looks at him and smiles. "Good."
He smiles back and kisses her lightly on the forehead.
"Can we go home now?"
"We?"
"Yeah. I said I didn't want to leave my apartment. and that's going to be a whole lot easier if you're in it."
"Mm, really. How so?"
She gets off the bench and sticks out her hand.
"Let's go."
He dutifully follows, and their hands remain linked the whole way home.