She looked over to see how he was doing and saw him pull out the picture.
Both of them stopped breathing for an instant. She couldn't remember when
the picture was taken, but all she knew is that they looked so happy
together, arms around each others shoulders. She knew she had a similar one
of her and Robert, only in that one, her smile was more forced. Here she
looked really and truly happy, the way she had been when she had first
started seeing Mark.
He hastily set it down on the desk and moved on to the next item. It had been over a year, a year and a half, it didn't seem that long. She had tried to move on, but she had trouble. She didn't want a lasting relationship, even though now she was being forced into one with someone, anyone, a person that she didn't care about. She couldn't care about anyone, she couldn't feel anything. Especially not now, right now, ever since Norman Keyes and walked in the day before, exactly one day before, she felt totally numb.
She was down to 72 hours. Three days to find a man and to marry him. She watched him for a minute as he packed the box in almost silence, he was humming something that she couldn't tell, just a little melody to break the silence. It took her a long time to realize that he was unconsciously humming a Sex Pistols tune. Her lips curled into a grin, but she didn't say anything, and instead watched him as he packed, oblivious to the fact that he even was humming anything.
It wasn't until he heard her start to chuckle that he became aware of what he was doing, and a faint shade of red crossed his cheeks and the top of his head. She smiled at him, and vaguely remembered his mention that he hated silence. She looked at the photo for a moment before she set it on the top of the box that she was packing. "Do you miss him?" he asked her, breaking the silence. She nodded as she tried to come up with a way to explain her feelings.
"I didn't really miss him for the past few months, but now, with all of this, I don't know..." She said, somewhat meekly. She found understanding in his soft brown eyes, eyes that seemed to be calm, not cold and harsh like they usually were.
"Now that you're forced to make a decision, it's hard?" He asked, and she nodded, amazed that he could show such emotion to her when he appeared so cold and callous to the other members of the staff.
"There's just no one that I can picture myself with for the next two years." She instantly wanted to retract the words as soon as she uttered them. She saw his hand tremble slightly. She knew that he had been trying to edge his way in to her heart, she knew how he felt for her, but no matter how hard she tried, he was still the arrogant proud surgeon, even now that she had seen the softer side of him, the side of him that had feelings, that knew what it was like to be scared, that knew what it was like to feel pain.
He nodded his response, and turned his full attention to the box he was packing. She knew that he had been fighting with his feelings. But she didn't know how he really felt for her...if it was something that had come out because of the anesthetic, or if it was something that he really truly felt. She wanted to know, but at the same time, she was afraid to find out if he really felt like he said...something inside of her wanted him to, but at the same time, another part of her was screaming at her that this was the same man that had cancelled her fellowship, that had put her through so much torment.
But she had turned out for the better because of all of it, hadn't she? Even still, even though there was that one part of her that wanted him to tell her that what he had said on the table as she finished up on him was true, she still couldn't picture herself with him. He had a heart, he had a soul, but he was still, and she had a feeling always would be the overly arrogant, overly assuming doctor he had been when she had first met him.
"There's not much left, you should do the rest on your own." He said, a cool tone invading his voice. She knew that she had hurt him, and that it was deeper wound than he would like to admit.
"Robert-"She started, unsure of how to continue.
"I'll leave you to your considerations and your pictures." He said before heading towards the door.
"Robert, wait-"
"Shame Dorsett's married, you two would have made a good couple You both can be incredibly slimy." Her emotions got the best of her as she strode over to where he was angrily.
"Robert Romano, you are the most insufferable, arrogant, egotistical, jealous, evil, manipulative, malicious, loathsome little prick of a man I have ever met." She said, not caring about her reaction. She had truly tried to be nice to him, she considered him one of her closest friends if nothing else. But it was times like these when she all but hated him.
"And you are the most assuming, self-righteous, haughty vivacious, stubborn monster of a woman. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you." He said as he turned and walked out of the door, almost slamming it behind him, leaving her to stand shocked in her office, as she realized what he had said.
A/N-I'm evil I know...;)
He hastily set it down on the desk and moved on to the next item. It had been over a year, a year and a half, it didn't seem that long. She had tried to move on, but she had trouble. She didn't want a lasting relationship, even though now she was being forced into one with someone, anyone, a person that she didn't care about. She couldn't care about anyone, she couldn't feel anything. Especially not now, right now, ever since Norman Keyes and walked in the day before, exactly one day before, she felt totally numb.
She was down to 72 hours. Three days to find a man and to marry him. She watched him for a minute as he packed the box in almost silence, he was humming something that she couldn't tell, just a little melody to break the silence. It took her a long time to realize that he was unconsciously humming a Sex Pistols tune. Her lips curled into a grin, but she didn't say anything, and instead watched him as he packed, oblivious to the fact that he even was humming anything.
It wasn't until he heard her start to chuckle that he became aware of what he was doing, and a faint shade of red crossed his cheeks and the top of his head. She smiled at him, and vaguely remembered his mention that he hated silence. She looked at the photo for a moment before she set it on the top of the box that she was packing. "Do you miss him?" he asked her, breaking the silence. She nodded as she tried to come up with a way to explain her feelings.
"I didn't really miss him for the past few months, but now, with all of this, I don't know..." She said, somewhat meekly. She found understanding in his soft brown eyes, eyes that seemed to be calm, not cold and harsh like they usually were.
"Now that you're forced to make a decision, it's hard?" He asked, and she nodded, amazed that he could show such emotion to her when he appeared so cold and callous to the other members of the staff.
"There's just no one that I can picture myself with for the next two years." She instantly wanted to retract the words as soon as she uttered them. She saw his hand tremble slightly. She knew that he had been trying to edge his way in to her heart, she knew how he felt for her, but no matter how hard she tried, he was still the arrogant proud surgeon, even now that she had seen the softer side of him, the side of him that had feelings, that knew what it was like to be scared, that knew what it was like to feel pain.
He nodded his response, and turned his full attention to the box he was packing. She knew that he had been fighting with his feelings. But she didn't know how he really felt for her...if it was something that had come out because of the anesthetic, or if it was something that he really truly felt. She wanted to know, but at the same time, she was afraid to find out if he really felt like he said...something inside of her wanted him to, but at the same time, another part of her was screaming at her that this was the same man that had cancelled her fellowship, that had put her through so much torment.
But she had turned out for the better because of all of it, hadn't she? Even still, even though there was that one part of her that wanted him to tell her that what he had said on the table as she finished up on him was true, she still couldn't picture herself with him. He had a heart, he had a soul, but he was still, and she had a feeling always would be the overly arrogant, overly assuming doctor he had been when she had first met him.
"There's not much left, you should do the rest on your own." He said, a cool tone invading his voice. She knew that she had hurt him, and that it was deeper wound than he would like to admit.
"Robert-"She started, unsure of how to continue.
"I'll leave you to your considerations and your pictures." He said before heading towards the door.
"Robert, wait-"
"Shame Dorsett's married, you two would have made a good couple You both can be incredibly slimy." Her emotions got the best of her as she strode over to where he was angrily.
"Robert Romano, you are the most insufferable, arrogant, egotistical, jealous, evil, manipulative, malicious, loathsome little prick of a man I have ever met." She said, not caring about her reaction. She had truly tried to be nice to him, she considered him one of her closest friends if nothing else. But it was times like these when she all but hated him.
"And you are the most assuming, self-righteous, haughty vivacious, stubborn monster of a woman. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you." He said as he turned and walked out of the door, almost slamming it behind him, leaving her to stand shocked in her office, as she realized what he had said.
A/N-I'm evil I know...;)