Titles: "A Complete Cure," "Leaving No Blemish Behind," and "A Painless Examination"
Series: Traditional Irish Triads
Author: Green Owl
Rating: R (Ryan drops the f-bomb with impunity, Gloria swears a tiny bit.)
Pairing: GLORYAN (Gloria Nathan & Ryan O'Reily)
Word Count: 100 per piece
Summary: Traditional Irish Triad: Three things that constitute a physician: a complete cure, leaving no blemish behind, a painless examination.

Disclaimer: I don't buy / sell / process this mindcrack - I just abuse the hell out of it.

Three things that constitute a physician: a complete cure, leaving no blemish behind, a painless examination.

A Complete Cure

Ryan hopped up on the examination table, looked around, smiled when he saw a familiar face. "Hey, Doc! Long time, no see."

"Your check-up's not until tomorrow," Gloria replied. "Why are you here?"

He put his right hand over his sternum. "My heart. It's aching."

"I doubt it," she scoffed.

"I could be having a serious cardiac event here –"

She rolled her eyes. "I am so done with this bullshit, O'Reily. But since you're here, the tests came back negative."

"Wait," he protested, blood splattering her labcoat as he reached out to her with his other arm.

"What happened?"

Leaving No Blemish Behind

Gloria sighed as she turned Ryan's left hand to expose the raw wound between his elbow and wrist.

"Really did a number on yourself, didn't you?" she asked as she examined him.

"You could say that," he whispered, his eyes boring into hers as she glanced up at him briefly.

"Put hydrogen peroxide on it yet?" she inquired.

He uncurled his fist, brushed the inside of her forearm gently with the backs of his fingers. "No."

She sucked in her breath, but didn't move. "Vitamin E will keep it from scarring permanently."

"Thanks," he murmured, still stroking her silky skin.

A Painless Examination

You swore up and down that I'd never have you.

Told me to my face that you could never, ever love me.

Vowed that it would never happen between us.

Said you hated me.

Hated me.

Bull-fuckin'-shit.

I can see right through you, baby.

Y'ain't nothin' but a fuckin' liar.

Nothin' but a beautiful fuckin' liar.

If you really didn't care, why use your breath to warm up the chestpiece of your stethoscope before listening to my heart?

Did you hear it when ya listened?

Did you, Gloria?

Strong, wasn't it?

Just for you.

All for you.

Only for you.