'kay... well this is my first fanfic. Hope you like!
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"Good work, Dr. Stiles." Angela Thompson complimented.
The brunette that Angie had reffered to as "Dr. Stiles" was Derek Stiles, a surgeon working at Caduceus, an infamous hospital and research facility. He had just finished removing GUILT from the last patient of the day. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and thanked his assistant for her help. The pair exited the room as some other nurses removed the patient from the OR (Operating Room) to the Recooperation center within the facility.
"I think we're done for the day." Derek announced, removing his gloves and operating mask.
"Yeah... that last one really was something there." Angie agreed, "After being your assistant for a long time, I still can't get used to you using the Healing Touch. It's just so amazing."
He shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "No, as Dr. Kasal would say, 'I have to work more on my own surgical skills and not rely on the Healing Touch all the time.' After all, it does leave me exhausted afterwards." He replied.
Angie cocked her head. "Even now?" She asked.
The surgeon nodded. "Yeah, but I'm better at withstanding it now." He swooned a bit, and Angie immediately caught his arm to steady him, "At least, I think so." He said with an unsure chuckle.
"Do you want to lie down, Dr. Stiles?" The blonde assistant implored worriedly.
He shook his head again. "No thank you. I'll recover shortly. Thank you." He stated, smiling warmly at her.
Her cheeks turned a slight pink, and his smile widened, watching her blush. He decided to tease her about it. "Angie, are you blushing?" He gasped, pretending to act shocked.
Her face turned even more red. "No! She exclaimed, "Of course not! W-why would I be blushing?! It's not like I l-l-lo-lov-"
"Angie, I'm kidding." He told her, smirking.
Her face now flushed red with embarassment, overcoming her blush. She remained silent now.
Derek laughed. "Now, let's get back to our office and finish up with that last file. Then we can go home and sleep!" He exclaimed cheerfully.
"But... it's only 6:30 PM..." Angie trailed off, "You sleep at 7?"
Now it was Derek's face that turned a slight red. He scratched the back of his head. "Um... at times I do." Then he added, "But that's only when I used the Healing Touch for the last operation of the day!" He tried to defend himself, but Angie saw straight through it.
"Hmmm... so... you sleep at 7, yet you still end up coming to work LATE!" She scolded as they walked back to their office.
He offered her a sincere smile, but she ignored it. Don't think you're getting out of this easy, Stiles. She thought angrily.
Please let me get out of this easy... Derek thought hopefully, hurrilly rushing to the office. "So... um... Angie... uh... are you doing anything later?" He asked in a fearful tone.
She narrowed her green eyes at him. "No, why?" She accused.
Derek gulped hard. "W-Well..." He began, looking away, "I was thinking that maybe you wanna get a bite to eat or something afterwards? Maybe coffee?"
"At 7?" She questioned, puzzled. She wondered who would want to get coffee late at night? Only Derek... I suppose... She thought. But then she thought that there would probably be other people who drink coffee at night. "Uh... sure." She answered.
"Great! I'll meet you at the front desk!" He exclaimed happily, running to his office and leaving her behind. But not before he gave her a brief kiss on the cheek before running into his office and slamming the door behind him.
"Okay... See you." She murmured, walking into her own smaller office next door to his, a little more than stunned. Had the now-infamous surgeon Derek Stiles just kiss her on the cheek? Appearantly... yes...
Hmmm... what do you think is going to happen during their "Coffee Date"? Find out in the second and final part.