Lola: I hope this one was less choppy, I tried to look for it. But part of the story will be the vagueness, cause at this point she knows what happens. And she's telling the story, so I'm trying to make it like how a person would think and sometimes she get ahead of herself. And sometimes she doesn't think it's important, or it isn't important yet so she's alluding to it. So I'm trying to make parts of it like how a person thinks, which is often quite scattered and sometimes not very revealing. I think part of the details from my other stories was that I could delve into my character's head and all the characters around them; here I can't really do that.

I didn't see him for a few days, I was too caught up at the hospital where my patient was getting worse. In fact, I had all but forgotten him if no more than a passing thought. I hadn't known he was in the diner when I went for lunch, I had no idea until he sat across from me.

I looked up startled when someone slid into my booth, and then I saw his face. In the dim light of the bar I hadn't realized how handsome he was, with a cousin like Jim handsome men did nothing for me. But there was something in his eyes, which were dark and hot as he stared at my face; he wasn't just a handsome man.

"It seems we continue to find each other," he said, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth.

My eyes narrowed. "You could say that," I said not even trying to feign pleasantness.

His smile grew at my bland tone and he sat back as he appraised me. "Do you remember my name, Elenore?" he asked confidently, something I found irritating when he obviously knew I didn't. He chuckled deeply as he leaned forward. "I remember many things about you," he said, his voice a growling timbre making my chest flush. His eyes were sharp as they bore into my face, that arrogant smile on his mouth.

"Like what?" I asked, curious as to what he would say. I expected the obvious – from America, I work at a hospital – things men normally said to easily pick up a girl; things I would have rolled my eyes at. But that wasn't what he said. And I'll be honest, he surprised me.

"Well for starters," he said propping himself on his elbows as he leaned even closer, "your patient was in an accident and his motor functions have deteriorated from his synapses being crossed." My eyes widened and he smiled. "Your head surgeon thinks, 'rewiring' is what you said I believe, is too risky so now you have to find a different solution."

I continued to stare at him in surprise and he sat back looking smug. "You have a good memory," I said finally, not knowing if there was anything else I could say.

"As do you," he told me, the heat in his eyes making it hard for me to hold his stare. "You had many ideas on how to fix him. How fascinating your mind works; as though a million thoughts are swarming trying to make connections."

I didn't notice then the gleam in his eyes as he said that, I didn't recognize his fascination with how I thought. All I took note of was that in my drunken state I had thought of procedures. "Were any good?"

He gave short quiet laugh as he shook his head. "Before you had finished an idea you were already saying why it wouldn't work."

I sat back with a sigh and then looked at him, remembering my state when I had woken the morning after I'd met him. "How'd we get to my room?" I asked, seeing a flash of his teeth as he smiled.

"Well you were intoxicated," he said simply. "I wasn't too far behind, to be honest. I'm afraid I don't remember much." That was a lie, he hadn't had a single drink. He remembered everything – I didn't know that then.

I nodded taking a sip of my water. "Do you remember leaving?" I asked with a small smile and he laughed lightly as he looked at me; I don't think his eyes ever left my face.

"I tried to escape the awkward morning after," he admitted; it was my turn to smile.

I liked him. He was honest – at least I thought it was. "Of a one night stand," I finished, nodding; I would've done the same thing.

His eyes were hard when I looked at him, heavy so that I could feel their weight. "It doesn't have to be," he said lowly, his voice smooth and charming; his lips curled in a half smile.

I was struck by how fierce his stare was, how intent his gaze was on my face. No one had ever looked at me with half the heat that burned in his eyes, had looked at me like there was even a small part of me that mattered; not even Bones. My blood boiled, my breathing deepened, heat spread through me from nothing more than his gaze; medically speaking I was aroused. And I think he knew it.

"Would you like to remember, Elenore?" he asked huskily.

I should have told him no, I was leaving in no more than a month. I didn't. Instead he saw my answer in my eyes.

"When do you break for dinner?" he asked?

"Six forty-five," I answered. I stared hard at him, trying to remember anything about the charming handsome man. "What is your name?" I asked making him smile as he slid from the booth.

He bent low until his mouth was beside my ear. "John Harrison," he whispered, his breath nearly making me shiver. "Meet me outside the hospital at six forty-five," he said righting himself before leaving the diner.

I stared at the space in front of me surprised, a short laugh escaping me. I took a few deep breaths to slow my breathing, rolling my eyes at how I'd let a man I didn't know effect me. John Harrison, I said in my head. I gave the waitress a small smile when she brought my lunch, and then my thoughts drifted back to him. There was something about him – something even then I knew was wrong. But I liked it, I wanted it. And so when I returned to the hospital and six forty five came around I changed out of scrubs and found him sitting on a bench outside the hospital. And when he offered me his hand, I took it.

I hadn't planned on this scene being so long, but I was kind of enjoying it; so sex will be next chapter. And I think I'll do a warning for when you get to the sex so that way you can skip over it if you want; my only question is, do you think I would still have to change the rating?
I'm not sure how I'm portraying this, cause I can't say he's trying to be seductive cause it's all from her POV and she can't tell with him a lot of the time. So I hope it's at least somewhat clear he's trying to seduce her. I will say this, he's not acting like he normally does; but that's strictly because he's trying to charm her cause he needs her for something. So when he doesn't need her anymore he'll act more like in the movie. I hope you guys are still enjoying it.