Authors Note, Ok so I just got back from art class and decided to do an additional chapter to this fic. So shoot me. Also, this fic has absolutely no purpose, plot, or moral value. Infact, the only reason I am writing this is because I was scanning one of my Banatic sites (Like I have nothing better to do with my time) and remembered a line from the BHD movie and wanted to incorporate that in a fic. So, that's the reason this chapter was created. Enjoy and review.

It was almost ten when something began to chirp on the dresser in Diana's bedroom.

With the curtains drawn and bedroom door closed the room was dark, but had enough light through the flimsy curtains it wasn't pitch black.

As the chirping continued Diana lifted her head from her pillow and sat up, swearing softly under her breath, Hoot's hand slid down into her lap. After a quick look at the sleeping man beside her, Diana slid from bed and walked over to her dresser.

Glad her curtains were shut so she didn't flash her neighbors.

She lifted her beeper from the dresser and saw the bases hospital number in it, she tried to remember what department it was but couldn't. So she walked back to bed and sat down. After another look at Hoot to be sure he was still there and it wasn't a dream he had come back.

She grabbed her phone and punched in the numbers.

Then reached over and simply ran her fingertips over his broad back, over the firm skin down his spine to the quilt that lay just on his bum. It was then that a familiar voice picked up the other phone, "Yello?"

Diana sighed and lifted her hand from Hoot's back, "You paged me?"

"Hey baby, yeah, we're kinda bombed right now, you busy?"

Diana looked down at the sleeping hand, then told her nursing supervisor, "A little. How many cases do you have?"

"Thirty-two."

"Oh. Sure, give me ten minutes to get dressed and drive."

"Thanks a bunch Diana, see you then."

Diana hung up the phone and looked once more at the sleeping man, then she got up and walked to her dresser. With no time for a shower she opened the top drawer and pulled out the first bra and pair of panties she reached for. But after a minute she glanced back at Hoot, knowing when she got home the undergarments would likely come off.

So she took a minute and dug for a matching set with little pink flowers.

Then she dug around her second drawer for scrubs, she pulled on a pair of mint green ones. Then a pair of socks and walked over to where she had kicked off her shoes.

Hoot's black boots were also along hers.

She grabbed her white sneakers, but something on his boot caught her eye. She picked up the heavy large black boot and saw silvery grey tape on the back. She looked closer and saw writing on the tape.

A Positive.

It took a moment for her to realize what it was, once she did she felt as if she had swallowed her heart. She glanced back at the sleeping man and put his boot back down.

Diana quickly pulled on her sneakers and laced them up.

She ran into the bathroom and pulled her hair up, put some deodorant on, a few squirts of some smelly stuff and then she brushed her teeth. Unable to get the tape on his boot out of her head.

It was not the fact he had his blood type taped to his boot. But why, which she knew, why he had his blood type taped to his boot. That bothered her for some reason she couldn't pin point. She knew what he did, she had known since the first day she met him, it had never once bothered her.

Those thoughts ran through her head while she brushed her teeth.

When she spat out the foam from the toothpaste in the sink, it was pink.

Diana rinsed out the brush and swished some water in her mouth, along her gums sharp stings stung from where she had brushed her teeth. She spat out the water and looked at her face in the mirror.

Seeing a fear that wasn't alien to her, though this time the fear wasn't for her father.

She glanced down at her hands that gripped the bathroom sink, seeing her Celtic ring staring up at her. Pointed inward as the tradition went for attached women and men that wore.

Unable to stop the tears that burnt her eyes for a reason unknown to her she quickly leant over the sink and washed her face.

By the time she was finished she knew she was a little late. But was happy she had stopped crying, why she wasn't sure. She had stopped crying when he father left to go out a while back. Why she was upset over a small piece of tape she wasn't sure.

She turned out the light and walked into the bedroom. Grabbing her work backpack, she went to the bed and kissed his neck, "Hoot."

A moan came from the sleeping man.

Diana kissed his neck again, then gently bit his ear. Which woke the man up. He rolled onto his back with a grunt and opened his rich brown eyes, he blinked when he saw she was dressed.

She stroked his face with her hand and kissed his lips in what was meant to be a quick kiss, but she found she could not stop herself. Hoot returned the kiss, deepening it quickly.

He reached up and took her face between both his hands, pulling her onto the bed. The kiss slowly grew more passionate, a groan came from Diana when Hoot's tongue brushed her own.

When his hands began to tug on the strings that held her scrub pants up she smacked them away, breaking the kiss slowly, kissing him once between each word, "Hoot….I…have….to…go…to…work."

He grunted in protest and nibbled on her bottom lip.

She quickly kissed his deeply, running the tip of her tongue along the sensitive roof of his mouth. Knowing it would further excite him. She didn't care.

Hoot grabbed her face and pulled her to his lips as she tried to back away, again she kissed him between words, "I…have…to…go,…you…can…entertain…yourself..

for….a…couple…hours."

She ran her fingers along his stubble-darkened jaw, and added, "The….fridge….is….full…of…food."

Again Hoot grunted, then kissed her bottom lip.

Diana smiled against his lips, then added between kisses, "Just….don't…pick….up…the…phone….my…father….might…call."

He groaned, "Why?"

Her smiled grew larger, she took his hands from her face and pinned them above his head, kissing him she pushed him back down into the pillows, finally getting out, "Today's my birthday."

Hoot stopped kissing her and stared into her green eyes.

She quickly kissed him goodbye, "I'll be back in a few hours." She slid from the bed and darted from the room. Over the clothes, shoes, combat boots, and foil packets that covered her bedroom floor. Taken by surprise he waved, when he could finally speak the front door slammed.

He watched her leave then glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the dresser, seeing it was about ten thirty, he also saw a open box of hot wings they had devoured earlier that morning.

With a deep breath he ran a hand through his dark hair, and then lay back down in bed. Unsure what to do with himself with her gone. Not sure if he was tired or hungry. So he rolled over and buried his face in her pillow, breathing in the sweet scented shampoo she used that infused her soft pillow.

Seeing a foil packet on the bed by his waist brought a smile to his face.