Title: it's my duty
Summary: Who knew something amazing could come out of being pulled over and running late for work?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Silver Lining
Rating: K
Warning(s): idk, probably some OOC on Sasuke's part. It's an AU with no massacre of any kind, though, so idk. Maybe he's IC by those standards. WHY DON'T YOU JUDGE.
Comments: Inspired by hallous's fanart of cop!Sasuke and doctor!Sakura.

"You've got to be kidding me," Sakura muttered to herself as she heard the sirens go off in warning, and glanced at her rear-view mirror to expectedly find a cop car flashing his blue-red lights at her. Tightening her jaw, she let out a small sound of frustration before moving smoothly to the side of the curb, shifting her car in park and turning off the ignition, while she drummed her fingers against the opened window side, glancing at her watch with a stressed look.

"I'm already running late for work, and it's Spring Break, one of the busiest times of the year—AKA, my boss is going to murder me."

Running a hand over her face, Sakura glanced in her mirror and drummed her fingers some more, biting her lip at the cop's apparent inactivity. She knew he was probably just writing down all the information about her car as part of the usual process, but she couldn't help wanting for him to hurry up a bit.

She had patients to treat, for god's sake! Fearless, stupidly injured and probably very intoxicated patients, but still patients regardless!

And it's not like I ever really speed, she thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. My record is clean! I'm usually a very careful driver!

Hearing the sound of an opening door, she glanced at her mirror again and bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of what she should do. Crap, he's coming, she thought, as she glanced back a little and saw the man approaching her window. Maybe if I make a cute face I can get away…?

Grinning secretively to herself, Sakura took a quick look at herself in the mirror, before turning to greet her to-be-victim-of-her-charms and putting on the sharpest, cutest smile she could muster—only for it to drop instantly once her eyes set on his out-of-this-world attractive face.

Mouth running dry, and stomach flipping wildly, she stared at him in distress and shattered hope of escape.

Shit, she thought, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat. He's hot…

"License and registration," the young cop—who was probably not more than a year or two older, at most—finally spoke, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. It drove shivers down her spine.

Ino would know how to handle this… she said to herself, unable to muster the courage to even open her mouth at all. Her eyes widened as the cop's gaze finally moved to her, likely wondering why she wasn't saying or doing anything.

When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed madly. Ino-pig would know how to handle this—but I sure can't!

Raising a brow, the dark haired police officer called, "Ma'am." He took his hand out of his pocket and gestured his hand out, as if waiting for something to be handed to him. "Your license and registration, if you would."

Nearly choking on herself, Sakura made a tiny sound that sounded an awful lot like a squeak, causing him to blink in confusion, before she finally turned to shuffle within her bag for her license, and the glove compartment for the registrations. With the quietest apology, she bowed her hand and handed them to him, missing the look of utter perplexity on the man's face. With a half-concerned, half curious look, he took them from her hands and walked back to his car, disappearing inside again.

Groaning, Sakura cupped her burning face in her hands and rubbed, as if wanting to somehow wash the evidence of her embarrassment away. When that didn't work, she leaned her head on her steering wheel and muttered incoherent sentences to herself, squeezing and tightening her grip on the wheel before bobbing her forehead against it, as if punishing herself.

What the hell was she doing? He probably thought she was high off a drug or something—or worse, assumed she was high and decided to report her to—

"…Ma'am?"

She jumped backwards into her seat, the back of her skull knocking pretty hard against the headrest, and the vivid curse that slipped out of her mouth then made him quirk a brow, once more. When she turned to him, she wasn't sure he was looking at her like he was interested in her odd, quirky behavior… or if he was looking at her like he was considering calling the psych ward.

Probably the latter, she told herself, looking away from him and subtly sinking into her seat.

"Well, Ms. Haruno," he said, sounding professional and smooth. "The system shows you've never had any problems with the law beforehand—not even so much as a parking ticket." He paused for a short moment, prompting her to shift her gaze to him once again. She blushed once she saw him, there, looking strangely amused and relaxed, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. "While I don't particularly care for the reasons others have for disregarding the road laws, I'm willing to let you get off the hook with a warning, this time."

Tensing with shock, Sakura's mouth dropped a little. "But…w-why me? Why am I so special? Why do I get off the hook?"

Huffing a little, Sasuke finally handed her back her papers before shoving his hands into his pants and rolling his eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Ms. Haruno," he said. "I'm giving you a pass because you saved my brother's life, a few months back." His lips pursed. "Said you were the only one able to get the surgery done. Took a big risk the others wouldn't take and repaired the damage they thought unfixable."

"I—your brother, he's—?"

"Itachi Uchiha." He paused, again. "Of course, I don't expect you to remember him. You have a lot of patients every—"

"No, he—it was a gang related incident, right?" she interrupted, frowning in thought. She'd remembered the man well—his bravery had awed her. "He took three fatal shots, defending his partner. Undercover assignment, I believe…?"

The look of surprise on his face made her flush lightly, and she looked down a bit, biting the inside of her cheek.

"You remember," he simply said after a moment, voice quiet. He sounded almost touched.

Then,

"Nevertheless, Ms. Haruno, I won't be so negligent next time you exceed the speed limit," he drawled, the aloofness and confidence back in his tone, stronger than ever.

Looking back at his cool, collected form, she blinked, watching for a moment in a near scrutinizing manner, as he confidently scribbled something down on paper. Seeing him like this, she almost wondered if she'd imagined his softness at all.

"Ah—um, yeah. Sure." She swallowed, nodding a bit. "Thank you, Officer Uchiha."

She watched as he gave a few, final quick strokes of his pen, before he finally leaned forward, one hand on the hood while the other stretched forward to hand her license back. Looking at her right in the eye in an almost intense manner, before he nodded firmly, and replied, "Don't mention it."

And with one light tap on the hood of her car, he was turning on his heels, shoulders back, standing high and proud, walking in slow, solid strides, looking every bit as damn beautiful as when she'd first seem him only barely half an hour prior.

So out of my league, she thought. God, he must think I'm such a spaz.

Exhaling a long sigh of relief, Sakura finally slumped into her seat, placing a still slightly shaking hand on her forehead, and exclaiming, "I'm an idiot. I'm such an idiot." Ino's gonna kill me. She is going to dismember me for making myself look like such a dork in front of such a—"

And then out of the corner of her eye, mid-rant, she noticed the slip of paper under her license, and all words left her brain. That was the one he'd been…

With widened eyes, Sakura scrambled forward, nearly throwing the card on the ground as she opened the note and read the content eagerly, breathing slightly off from all the anticipation. She gasped once she was done, her face flushing a deep red.

Because right there, written at the end of that paper, was her silver lining: Officer Uchiha's number, along with the words,

"I noticed the bags under your eyes, Ms. Haruno. Don't push yourself too hard, and cut back on those hours. I don't want to come to a crash scene to find out one of this city's best doctors fell asleep at the wheel.

And if you ever find yourself too tired to drive, give a call to the number below. It's my private line. I'll make it my duty to ensure you arrive safely at home.

Your new personal driver,

-Sasuke Uchiha"

A/N: I don't even know what to say. This was a bitch to write. It started easy, moved along hard, then ended pretty easy. Idk. My writing's kind of crappy for this one. Although again, that's probably just me.

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