Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood characters, they are the property of Greg Berlanti. I own the original characters.

Bing Bing

The bell at the top of his father's office lobby door rang as Bright entered slowly. As he looked around quickly, he saw a woman in her late 50's at the counter– he didn't recognize her, so he figured this was the new worker his mom had told him about. But she had said girl and this certainly wasn't a girl.

Oh, well. He thought as he strode up to the counter. "Uh, I'm here to pick up my mom's prescription. Mrs. Harold Abbot."

"Oh, yes. Hold on one moment." She said. "Sara!", she called, "Bring out the prescription for Dr. Abbot's wife." Bright then realized that this wasn't the new worker– at least not the one his mother had told him about.

"Here you go, Helen," as Bright turned his head to look at the girl coming through the back-room door, he was blown away. She was gorgeous. She had, what he guessed, was waist length hair, because it was held in a messy bun, she had on tight black jeans and a form fitting white tee under her own black and white checkered lab coat. Who hired this girl? Bright thought. She must be an artist, he realized. Her hair was held into the bun with two chopsticks– that's unique enough, but add that lab coat? Did his dad travel to SOHO to find this girl? "Hi, I'm Sara," the girl said, "And you must be Dr. Abbot's son. He brags about you. And boy is he right, you are handsome." She said as she stuck out her hand decorated with bright red nails for him to shake.

"Hi, yeah, and thanks." he responded, then laughed. She giggled.

"Here you go." She said as she handed him the prescription. As she handed it to him, their hands touched momentarily and Bright found himself getting chills up his spine.

"Thanks," he said. He turned to leave and dropped the prescription. "Oops!" He joked ad continued to walk. Sara stepped out from behind the counter and Bright thought it was meant for him, so he stopped. She walked right past him and over to the waiting room tables to re-arrange the magazines. When she turned around, she said "Is there anything else you need?"

"Uh, no." Bright said, embarrassed. He walked once again and dropped the bag for a second time. This time, Sara was close enough to pick it up and as Bright bent down, so did she and their heads bumped. "Ow!" They both said.

"Oh, my, God! I am so sorry! Are you alright?" Bright asked Sara, who was rubbing her head.

"Yeah, but I think I cut you, sorry, my damn eyebrow ring always does that." She said in response.

"Oh, yeah," Bright hadn't even noticed the small round silver ball at the far end of her left brow. "I guess it did," he said as he touched his scrape, "Ouch!"

"Oh, come here." He followed her into the back and she sat him down on a chair. He watched her, mesmerized, as she bent over to get something out of a low drawer, then reach up to get the first aid kit from its place high on the wall. She came back to him with a band-aid, anti-bacterial cut cleaner, a gauze pad, and a huge grin on her face. She leaned over him and tilted his head back, at that moment, Bright found himself looking at her chest– he averted his eyes and tried to concentrate– the last thing he needed was a rebound relationship. She opened a little package he hadn't seen a second ago and placed it on his cut– it stung like hell. He sucked in his breath and she took it off, noting his pain. She put the anti-bacterial stuff on the scrape, put the piece of gauze on top of that and then stuck the band-aid over that to his forehead.

"Does wittle-baby feew better?" she asked in a baby voice, her bottom lip sticking out.

"Yes, thank you." he said, a little annoyed, and a little excited.

"Good," she said returning to her normal voice, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" she asked jokingly.

"Maybe," Bright said playfully, then laughed. Then she took him by surprise. She leaned over, bent down right over his forehead, and planted the softest, sweetest, gentlest, kiss ever, right on his 'wound'.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yes," Bright said sincerely, "much."