Yes, UC is over now!! Well, for the next two weeks. That means fanfics fanfics
fanfics :-)
As for the disclaimer I realized I've forgotten in the first chapter, it's like everyone else is saying, I don't own the four main characters nor Dane Travis (his appearance will take some time), and Doctor Emily Wells is my creation, as well as Ernest and Magda Barnabas. Some other characters follow soon.
I'm still German, so excuse my mistakes in grammar and spelling and sentence construction.
Have I forg… ah yes, reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for those of you who have already taken their time to do so.
And now, I proudly present:
Chapter 3: Entrance to Hell
Two days went by, during which Emily didn't hear a word from Jesse. She had finally found an apartment, and now she was packing her bag at the beach house, when the bell rang. She limped to the door, as Mark and Steve were at work, opened the door – and would have been rather happy to shut it right away.
„Hi Emily. Still here?" Jesse asked, hands in his pockets, mockingly surprised.
„What are you doing here?" she asked in return.
Grinning he said, „Hey, you're talking to me!" and adding hastily „Mark called me to meet him." She hopped aside to let him in. „How's your foot?"
„Better." With that she turned around and hobbled to the guest room.
Jesse closed the door and followed her. He stopped in the doorway to the guestroom and looked at the young woman, his arms crossed now, leaning against the beam.
Throwing a look at her bag he said, „Mark told me earlier this day. And not far away from CGH! Must be really wonderful."
Emily folded the two pullovers a bit faster.
„I'd never given thought that someday you would show up in CGH, especially the way you did the day before yesterday."
She threw the T-shirt she had been folding on the bed.
„Listen, Jesse" she shouted glancing at him, gesturing wildly with her arms. „As much as I'd like to throw you out, it's not my right. You may go wherever you wanna go, but, please, not here!"
Jesse shrugged in surprise. „Excuse me. Didn't remember you acting that - childishly."
„What? You want to make me believe that I'm a child, though it was you who has been that pretty silly guy running up and down med school following and begging me like a dog waiting for a biscuit, and in the end trying the next girl!"
„I'm still sorry, Emily, you know that. But now it's on you to accept this or not. Till then, I'll wait in the living room." He turned and left a rather agitated Emily behind him. When would she get it that it hadn't been nothing but a harmless incident?
Jesse was flipping through some magazines when Mark came finally. Emily hadn't come anywhere near him, no wonder.
„Hi Jesse. Where's Emily?"
„In the guest room."
„Hoped she'd be here, too." And on Jesse's lifted eyebrow, "When she was in the examination room, I was guessing if you two knew each other."
Jesse sighed which showed Mark that he was right. "Not a very good past you two had, I assume."
"No, not really." He wasn't at all sure if he should discuss this in the presence of Emily in the near rooms. Rooms often had the bad property of not being soundproof when they should be. "Why did you call me, Mark?" he asked instead.
Mark wondered why Jesse changed the subject. He made a note in his mind to remind him talking with Jesse later. "Some new murder case to be solved. Steve should also be here in…"
Just at that moment the above mentioned person entered the living room. "Hi Dad! Hi Jesse."
"Wow, Steve in a better mood than Jesse. I'm gonna mark this date in my calendar." Mark giggled.
"This should lift Jesse's mood as well. I've got a new case, two corpses and no hints."
"But according to your mood, you already know who these corpses are, don't you?" Mark asked.
Steve smiled. "Yeap. Ernest and Magda Barnabas."
"You're kidding! Ernest and Mag- no!" Mark repeated amazed.
Jesse, now all ears when he saw Mark's mouth open in surprise, asked, "Could anybody tell me who are Ernest and Magda Barnabas?"
the younger doctor still wondering about these obviously very well-known persons Mark answered, "They're the couple who has been stealing amphetamines from pharmacies and selling them all over the town."
"Didn't know that. Haven't been reading the newspaper lately."
"Oh, yesterday I had the luck of treating one of their customers. She didn't make it at least to the operation room." he said with a sad voice, laughing sarcastically.
"And now they're dead. Probably one of these customers who had had the chance to live long enough."
"Those would never have used a gun that special. They'd have tried with a simple revolver or even a knife, whatever comes between their hands. No, this one wasn't committed by drug addicts."
"Who else? The oh-so-sad-wife can be excluded as well, for this has been a couple, as you said, Mark." Jesse joked.
"Well, I didn't say, it had been husband and wife. No, they were brother and sister, she's divorced."
"So, what about her ex-husband? Living in grief cause the beloved woman of his dreams has turned out to be his nightmare selling drugs?"
Mark looked at Jesse, puzzled. He wasn't sure what to respond, whether it was a joke or a sarcastic way to show his anger about drug dealers. He himself was angry with those people, though as for him, killing them was definitely not the right way to solve the problem. Instead he told Steve, "Let's have a look at the crime scene. I mean, perhaps one glance from the outside might succeed in at least one hint. That would be more than this nothing the police are having at the moment."
"We could take Emily to her new home on our way." Steve proposed.
"And I've got to be in hospital right now", Jesse said hastily.
"You're not hiding from Emily, are you?" Mark looked the younger man directly into the eyes which were eager to study the walls and the floor.
"No", the addressed man replied hesitating, becoming red-cheeked. Then hopping up from his seat he told the two men his "Bye" and left them.
"Can't await her first real day at CG," Mark giggled.
"Why?"
"Well, Jesse seems to know her from the past but is not quite happy to talk to her, neither about her. And have you heard Emily talking about Jesse? Have been rather surprised when I learned they already knew each other."
"Wow, that bad! I know, Jesse sometimes is stamping on my nerves, yet he's a real friend. Can't imagine what he could have done." he wondered
"I should talk to Emily first. Maybe now is the right time." With that he got up and went to the guest room.
With the door open widely, she had got every word. So she wasn't surprised when Mark appeared in the doorway to the guest room. She had decided that nobody, even Mark, should find out by her about her first year at med school. Especially not now, not here.
So she kept on evading his questions that came too near those happenings.
Relieved she got out of Steve's car and after having refused to let Steve carry her bag up to her new apartment, watched the car driving around the next corner.
As for the disclaimer I realized I've forgotten in the first chapter, it's like everyone else is saying, I don't own the four main characters nor Dane Travis (his appearance will take some time), and Doctor Emily Wells is my creation, as well as Ernest and Magda Barnabas. Some other characters follow soon.
I'm still German, so excuse my mistakes in grammar and spelling and sentence construction.
Have I forg… ah yes, reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for those of you who have already taken their time to do so.
And now, I proudly present:
Chapter 3: Entrance to Hell
Two days went by, during which Emily didn't hear a word from Jesse. She had finally found an apartment, and now she was packing her bag at the beach house, when the bell rang. She limped to the door, as Mark and Steve were at work, opened the door – and would have been rather happy to shut it right away.
„Hi Emily. Still here?" Jesse asked, hands in his pockets, mockingly surprised.
„What are you doing here?" she asked in return.
Grinning he said, „Hey, you're talking to me!" and adding hastily „Mark called me to meet him." She hopped aside to let him in. „How's your foot?"
„Better." With that she turned around and hobbled to the guest room.
Jesse closed the door and followed her. He stopped in the doorway to the guestroom and looked at the young woman, his arms crossed now, leaning against the beam.
Throwing a look at her bag he said, „Mark told me earlier this day. And not far away from CGH! Must be really wonderful."
Emily folded the two pullovers a bit faster.
„I'd never given thought that someday you would show up in CGH, especially the way you did the day before yesterday."
She threw the T-shirt she had been folding on the bed.
„Listen, Jesse" she shouted glancing at him, gesturing wildly with her arms. „As much as I'd like to throw you out, it's not my right. You may go wherever you wanna go, but, please, not here!"
Jesse shrugged in surprise. „Excuse me. Didn't remember you acting that - childishly."
„What? You want to make me believe that I'm a child, though it was you who has been that pretty silly guy running up and down med school following and begging me like a dog waiting for a biscuit, and in the end trying the next girl!"
„I'm still sorry, Emily, you know that. But now it's on you to accept this or not. Till then, I'll wait in the living room." He turned and left a rather agitated Emily behind him. When would she get it that it hadn't been nothing but a harmless incident?
Jesse was flipping through some magazines when Mark came finally. Emily hadn't come anywhere near him, no wonder.
„Hi Jesse. Where's Emily?"
„In the guest room."
„Hoped she'd be here, too." And on Jesse's lifted eyebrow, "When she was in the examination room, I was guessing if you two knew each other."
Jesse sighed which showed Mark that he was right. "Not a very good past you two had, I assume."
"No, not really." He wasn't at all sure if he should discuss this in the presence of Emily in the near rooms. Rooms often had the bad property of not being soundproof when they should be. "Why did you call me, Mark?" he asked instead.
Mark wondered why Jesse changed the subject. He made a note in his mind to remind him talking with Jesse later. "Some new murder case to be solved. Steve should also be here in…"
Just at that moment the above mentioned person entered the living room. "Hi Dad! Hi Jesse."
"Wow, Steve in a better mood than Jesse. I'm gonna mark this date in my calendar." Mark giggled.
"This should lift Jesse's mood as well. I've got a new case, two corpses and no hints."
"But according to your mood, you already know who these corpses are, don't you?" Mark asked.
Steve smiled. "Yeap. Ernest and Magda Barnabas."
"You're kidding! Ernest and Mag- no!" Mark repeated amazed.
Jesse, now all ears when he saw Mark's mouth open in surprise, asked, "Could anybody tell me who are Ernest and Magda Barnabas?"
the younger doctor still wondering about these obviously very well-known persons Mark answered, "They're the couple who has been stealing amphetamines from pharmacies and selling them all over the town."
"Didn't know that. Haven't been reading the newspaper lately."
"Oh, yesterday I had the luck of treating one of their customers. She didn't make it at least to the operation room." he said with a sad voice, laughing sarcastically.
"And now they're dead. Probably one of these customers who had had the chance to live long enough."
"Those would never have used a gun that special. They'd have tried with a simple revolver or even a knife, whatever comes between their hands. No, this one wasn't committed by drug addicts."
"Who else? The oh-so-sad-wife can be excluded as well, for this has been a couple, as you said, Mark." Jesse joked.
"Well, I didn't say, it had been husband and wife. No, they were brother and sister, she's divorced."
"So, what about her ex-husband? Living in grief cause the beloved woman of his dreams has turned out to be his nightmare selling drugs?"
Mark looked at Jesse, puzzled. He wasn't sure what to respond, whether it was a joke or a sarcastic way to show his anger about drug dealers. He himself was angry with those people, though as for him, killing them was definitely not the right way to solve the problem. Instead he told Steve, "Let's have a look at the crime scene. I mean, perhaps one glance from the outside might succeed in at least one hint. That would be more than this nothing the police are having at the moment."
"We could take Emily to her new home on our way." Steve proposed.
"And I've got to be in hospital right now", Jesse said hastily.
"You're not hiding from Emily, are you?" Mark looked the younger man directly into the eyes which were eager to study the walls and the floor.
"No", the addressed man replied hesitating, becoming red-cheeked. Then hopping up from his seat he told the two men his "Bye" and left them.
"Can't await her first real day at CG," Mark giggled.
"Why?"
"Well, Jesse seems to know her from the past but is not quite happy to talk to her, neither about her. And have you heard Emily talking about Jesse? Have been rather surprised when I learned they already knew each other."
"Wow, that bad! I know, Jesse sometimes is stamping on my nerves, yet he's a real friend. Can't imagine what he could have done." he wondered
"I should talk to Emily first. Maybe now is the right time." With that he got up and went to the guest room.
With the door open widely, she had got every word. So she wasn't surprised when Mark appeared in the doorway to the guest room. She had decided that nobody, even Mark, should find out by her about her first year at med school. Especially not now, not here.
So she kept on evading his questions that came too near those happenings.
Relieved she got out of Steve's car and after having refused to let Steve carry her bag up to her new apartment, watched the car driving around the next corner.