One day before St. Patrick's Day

Cooper's sitting in his office, looking at his wall of kid photos. He's supposed to be reviewing for a patient, but he's thinking about Charlotte. It's been a month and a half since they broke up and he misses her. He wishes he didn't, but he does. It doesn't help that she's the Chief of Staff at St. Ambrose, and for the past week, he's had to deal with her and the hospital with his last two patients. She saved his ass from going to jail, and she was there to comfort him when he lost a patient who had the measles. She's everywhere. One minute he misses her, and then the next minute, he wants to punch her—it's a vicious cycle.

There's a knock on his door and then it opens. Sam is now standing in the doorway. "Hey, you still up to go to the bar with me and Pete tomorrow night?"

Cooper looks up at his friend. "Yeah."

"Just checking." He pauses. "You alright, man?"

Cooper nods. "Fine."

Sam scratches his head. "You sure, Coop?"

Cooper nods. "It's Charlotte. I can't get away from her—I don't know if I want to get away from her. She makes me mad, but I miss her."

"She's trying to ruin us, Cooper. Cut her loose and come out with Pete and me tomorrow."

Cooper sighs. "I'll be there, man."

"Sweet."

"I have to prep for a patient, so—."

"I'm leaving." He smiles and disappears down the hallway.

Cooper looks down at the file he's supposed to be reading and he lets out a breath.

Charlotte's standing at a nurses' station in the Maternity Wing at St. Ambrose. She's leaning against the counter, watching patients, watching the nurses go back and forth, watching the doctors as they shuffle about.

Addison hands a chart to a nurse behind the counter and stands beside Charlotte. "Hey."

Charlotte turns her head. "Hey."

"You ok?"

"We're not friends, Montgomery."

"Sorry I asked." She starts to walk away but Charlotte speaks up.

"Cooper?" She asked about him once, right after they figured out that she wasn't pregnant.

Addison turns back to the blonde. "Nothing has changed, Charlotte. You betrayed him."

Charlotte nods and looks away from the redhead. "I miss him," she says to herself.

"What was that?"

Charlotte looks up. "Nothin'. I wasn't talkin' to you."

"Hmm." Addison walks away from Charlotte and heads for a patient room.

Charlotte watches her and sighs. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, feeling that uncomfortable pang of oncoming tears. She swallows and disappears towards the elevator.

St. Patrick's Day

Cooper's sitting at the bar, sucking on a tooth pick.

Pete wraps his arm around Cooper's back and squeezes his shoulder. "Look alive, man."

Cooper throws back his green colored vodka punch and orders another beer.

"The point of coming here was for you to forget about Charlotte." Pete pauses. "That woman's looking at you, Coop."

Cooper lifts his head and turns towards the woman Pete's looking at. Cooper half smiles.

The woman walks over to them and stands beside Cooper. "Is this seat taken?"

Cooper shakes his head. "No."

She sits down.

"What're you drinking?"

"Vodka tonic with a hint of lime."

"Hey, Brad, vodka tonic with a hint of lime for—." He looks at the woman.

"Kimberly."

"For Kimberly." He offers Kimberly a soft smile.

Pete and Sam slowly back away. "She's hot," Pete says.

Sam nods as they head for a table in the back.

Kimberly leans close to Cooper, pressing her lips into his cheek. Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers, "I don't live that far from here." She rests her hand on his upper leg and plays with a loose string on his jeans.

He swallows and his eyes fall shut. He's lightly buzzed, and her hand is hot against his leg. He looks into her warm grey eyes and smirks. "How far?"

She rubs against him and touches his lips with hers. She presses farther into him, deepening the kiss, and nearly falls into him as the stool wobbles under her. "Ten minute walk, five minute drive."

He throws back his beer and slams some cash on the counter. Best way to get over a breakup is to get drunk and sleep with as many people as possible—he's a little behind on the second part. He watches as her full lips surround the edge of her glass and the clear, green liquid slides out into her mouth. He's sweating a little, looking at her.

Her light brown, soft curls bounce behind her head as she throws back the final few sips of her St. Patrick's Day Special Vodka Tonic. She stands up, pushing the glass towards the bartender. She smoothes down her tight, green dress and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Cooper blinks and stumbles off his stool. He stares at her and swallows. He looks at her face and lets out a breath. "Sorry," he whispers.

Kimberly shakes her head. "Not a problem. I didn't pay 12,000 dollars for nothing." She kisses him again and they walk out of the bar.

Pete and Sam share a glance. "Looks like he got over Charlotte pretty fast," Pete says, drawing out his sip.

Sam nods. "Go Cooper."

They laugh and lean back in their chairs.

Charlotte's sitting on her couch with a martini in her hand, staring at a blank TV screen. She closes her eyes as the gin slides down her throat. She swallows and lets out a breath. This is her third martini and she's a little fuzzy. She blinks and jolts when the phone rings. She reaches over and picks it up. She sets her glass on the coffee table and answers the phone. "Charlotte King."

"Charlie, it's Landry."

Charlotte blinks. She knows it has to be about Big Daddy. She can feel it in her bones. Duke called her on Sunday to tell her that Big Daddy was being put on the ventilator, so she knows something is happening.

"Charlie, you there? Charlie!"

She shakes her head. "Uh, sorry, Landry, I'm here. What do you want?"

"It's 'bout Big Daddy. Cora say it don't look good, Charlie. Y'know he's been on the ventilator since Sunday mornin'."

"I can't come til' the end of the week."

"Can't you rearrange somethin' and get your butt here to Alabama to see Big Daddy fore' he—?"

"Wish I could, baby brother, but I'm a busy woman, an important woman."

"Momma ain't doin' so well herself. Been locked up in her bedroom since Big Daddy's lungs quit on 'im."

"Friday's the earliest I can make it, Lan. What exactly did Cora say?"

"She say that we're gon hafta pull the plug if he don't improve by tomorrow."

Charlotte sighs and closes her eyes. "I'll be there Friday afternoon some time."

"You sure you can't come sooner?"

"Surely you and Duke can handle everythin' til' I can get there. Your skulls ain't completely full of rocks." She pauses. "I have to go. I'll be there Friday."

"So you're too important to come home for Big Daddy's sake? Big Daddy's a real son of bitch for dyin' in the middle of your busy week, right?"

"I'd be there sooner if I could. I've got a lot goin' on this week, none of which can be rescheduled. Big Daddy's not goin' anywhere, and you and Duke can handle it."

"Whatever."

"Bye, Landry."

"Bye, Charlie."

Charlotte hangs up the phone and blinks away tears as they pool in the corners of her eyes. She leans back on the couch and swallows the lump in her throat. This is just another thing she has to worry about.

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