Michael couldn't say a word as the doctor crossed in front of him. It was almost as if Michael had completely lost his voice as he stared uncontrolled, not hearing a word being said.

"Well?" David said. "Michael?"

"Huh?.." Michael stammered foolishly as David stood behind his back, hands moving firmly against it. Michael shut his eyes at the touch.

"When did you hurt your back?" David asked, his hands still moving against Michael's shoulders, which were stiff with nervous tension.

"Well I didn't exactly... What I mean is.... I think I'm OK." Michael wanted to slap himself. He was being a fool. This guy probably thought he was an idiot.

"No you're definitely OK now." David said, still standing behind Michael. "But you hurt your back before... a few years ago maybe?"

Michael thought back pausing a moment, laughing softly. "More like sixteen. I fell.... out a window." Michael waited but David said nothing. "It's a long story." Michael still remembered the day. The horse play between himself and Brian. He hadn't fallen far and his fall had been broken by the conveniently placed shrubbery outside his bedroom window. But still, he had scared Deb shitless. "You can tell that by just looking at my back for ten seconds?"

"That's what they pay me for," David said. "It still bothers you?"

Michael waited as David came to stand in front of him once again. "Um..." He didn't even know what to say to such a simple question. He couldn't take his eyes off of the doctor. He was staring. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it.

"Michael? Any pain?"

"Oh uh... no," Michael said. "No just when it's really cold.... or really hot.... or uh.... not really that much... just sometimes."

"Well I do hear that the temperature is suppose to dip below freezing this weekend," David said.

Michael's eyes widened. This was it, he thought. He had been found out. He wondered if he could be thrown in jail for attempted fraud or something to that effect. All he knew was that he was taking Emmett with him. It was all his idea after all. "Is... that right?" Michael said.

David nodded. "That's what the weather report says." Michael simply stared. David was amused, a smirk gracing his face. "Maybe you should play it safe. Don't want you aggravating the injury." He gave Michael a look that he knew the truth. "You need proof of injury."

Michael nodded. Was he taking advantage of the doctor's services. Of his generosity? "Well it's really no big deal..." Michael said. "I'll be able to manage work. I'm really actually felling...."

"I'll have my secretary print you out the notice." David said.

Michael let out a deep sigh. Sexy and considerate, he thought. Was it a cardinal sin to fall for your chiropractor? It had to be. There was no other logical explanation. Michael had been alone for so long there was no way that this could be right.

"And I think maybe you should come back to have a follow up done. I can connect you with a colleague of mine."

That's it', Michael thought. He knows I'm staring. He knows I'm not moving because if I do I'll make a fool of myself. That's why he's passing me off to another doctor. I'm making him uncomfortable. Hell, I'm uncomfortable. He's not into me. He's my doctor. You can't date your doctor. Not that I'd even think of asking. He wouldn't even think of asking. Damn, I bet he's not even gay. That would be just my luck...'

"Michael?" David said. "OK?"

"Follow up," Michael repeated. "Yeah... sure. I can do that."

David smiled. "I'll let you put your clothes back on... go take care of that notice."

"Thanks," Michael said, watching as David made his way out of the room. before collapsing back on the examination table.

"Jesus, you should have seen it, Em" Michael said as he fell back on the couch in their apartment. "I looked like a fucking moron. I kept stammering and stuttering and... staring."

"Well, I caught a glimpse, honey and I have to say, I don't blame you." Emmett sat beside him. casting his arm across Michael's shoulder. "He was one fine looking man."

"Who probably thinks I'm a mental case." Michael sighed. "And get this. He wants me to come in for a follow up... about the back injury when I was a kid..."

"Oh you mean when Brian pushed you out the window." Emmett said.

Michael turned his head to the side. "Brian did not push me out the window... not on purpose." He defended his friend. "Besides, that's not the point. The point is... Dr. Cameron doesn't want to see me. He's connecting me with a colleague'." Michael threw his head back, hand covering his face. "Jesus, I'm such an idiot."

"Oh sweetie, you are being too hard on yourself. I bet there's a different reason that Dr. Sex God can't see you again."

"Because I scared him to death." Michael said. "I did everything but throw myself at him. And believe me, I wanted to."

"Then why didn't you?" Emmett smiled.

Michael shook his head, standing. "Because I have more self control than... well Brian."

"Brian?" Emmett laughed. " Brian Kinney would have fucked him right there on that table."

"Brian Kinney would have fucked anyone right there on that table." Michael said heading towards the kitchen as a knock came at the door. "As long as it's moving and has a cock, Brian will..." Michael swung the door open, standing back, trying to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

"Who is it, sweetie?" Emmett called.

"It's uh... Dr.... Cameron." Michael was still standing in the doorway as Emmett came into the room.

"Well let him in," Emmett said. "Dr. Cameron," Emmett led him by the hand into the apartment, to the couch, sitting him down all while Michael gave Emmett the look of horror.

"David," he said. "Please. I was actually wondering if I could talk to you Michael." Michael's head shot to look at him. "If you don't mind... alone."

"I take hints," Emmett smiled brushing past Michael whispering in his ear. "Knock'em dead, baby."