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April Dic 1, Track 10. "I had to find you >> Tell you I need you >> Tell you I set you apart" (Coldplay – 'The Scientist')
It’s no secret that my mine and Lachie’s relationship was bumpy in the early days. Despite a desperate want to try and be normal about it all, things just kept going wrong. The sex part was just disastrous. Not the actual act itself, of course. That was… well, that’s a story for another day. It was the fact we couldn’t get to the act itself. We kept getting interrupted and things kept going wrong (I still cringe whenever I think of how sick my cooking made him the first time I made a meal for him).
I believe to this day that if I hadn’t run after he kissed me the night we met, I would’ve ended up trying to jump his bones that very night. He was intoxicating. His smile had me hooked from the word go. The smile, the smooth voice, the accent, the laugh, the eyes, the bum. Jesus, how could I have not been in lust with him from the minute he approached me? But like I said, we weren’t destined for the complete fairy tale.
We had barely gotten off the ground in the relationship. Things were just heating up nicely when I realized he brought out a spiky jealousy in me; a jealousy I’d never really harboured in any past relationships. And a jealousy that nearly caused me to ruin anything with him before it started. He came to PPTH fresh off the plane from Scotland and it was no secrets that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to do naughty things under his kilt. Nurses, doctors, cleaners, you name it, they wanted to know who this new blond-haired, blue-eyed Scottish doctor was. It didn’t help that Lachie was just naturally friendly and approachable to the point he even had clinic patients returning and requesting his services a mere week after his first shift there. He was oblivious to the fact he was the flame of the grapevine. He was oblivious; I certainly wasn’t. PPTH Oncology nurses were the worst gossips in the whole place, so I got my fair share of ear bashing about the “Scot with the hot arse” and far too many comments about how lab coats should be banned because they covered far too much. In the meantime, Lachie remained oblivious to the fact and still asked me out on a date with the cute smile on his face. I know if looks could kill, I would’ve been dead sixty times over that day from the oncology nurses alone.
We didn’t even manage to go on the date before I nearly sent it all gurgling down the toilet. With him working in consult with Diagnostics, he forged a friendship with Chase and Cameron. One afternoon, I turned up in Pathology to collect some specimens and to my horror, found Lachlan in a seemingly intimate embrace with Cameron. I was furious, then stormed off. I yelled at him for being a cheating bastard and told him he could stick his date. And fuck, did I mean it at the time. I convinced myself that I should’ve known he was too good to be true and anyone that great had to be a cheating bastard. Funny what things you can talk yourself into when you’re angry (and deluded) enough.
For days he tried to get in touch with me. Text message after phone call after showing up in Oncology to speak to me, but I ignored him. And god was I a huge wanker for it. It later came to light that Cameron had a personal disaster; something that had been tough for her and Lachlan was doing nothing but offer her a friendly and comforting hug when she’d been crying. I got the wrong end of the stick and jumped to the wrong conclusions. By the time I realized what had happened and tried to scramble to apologise and make up for my error, he’d cooled off. He understood how I could’ve gotten my wires crossed, but when I’d continued to ignore him and not given him a chance to explain, he’d been hurt and taken offense… and decided that maybe things weren’t worth the hassle.
I shamefully nearly gave up. I didn’t think he’d be interested in giving me a second chance after being such a bitch. But I couldn’t deny the fact I was hooked by him. When I saw him passing in the corridors, my face would heat up and my gut would churn at what an idiot I’d been, but I still wanted to grab him and throw him onto the nearest flat surface to have my wicked way with him and everything he kept under his kilt. At midnight one night, I came to the stark insomniac realization that I didn’t want to let him go without a fight. In fact, I wanted him. Period.
I cornered him in the Clinic and all but crash-tackled him into the nearest exam room. The minute I had him in there, all the speeches and apologies I’d practiced over and over in my head went flying out the window. I stood there gaping like a dork, then had colourful and dirty thoughts about wanting to bonk him on the exam table that was standing just feet behind that gorgeous arse of his.
All I got out was “I’m sorry” and then we were pressed together in a heated snog, knocking medical instruments flying in an attempt to peel off the VERY inconvenient lab coats. I’d like to say we debauched the exam table, but that would be telling…
Needless to say, with our wedding on the calendar in just three weeks time, he forgave me. He very, very much forgave me…
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Muse | Dr Tara Brennan (Original Character)
Fandom | House, M.D.
Word Count | 953
It’s no secret that my mine and Lachie’s relationship was bumpy in the early days. Despite a desperate want to try and be normal about it all, things just kept going wrong. The sex part was just disastrous. Not the actual act itself, of course. That was… well, that’s a story for another day. It was the fact we couldn’t get to the act itself. We kept getting interrupted and things kept going wrong (I still cringe whenever I think of how sick my cooking made him the first time I made a meal for him).
I believe to this day that if I hadn’t run after he kissed me the night we met, I would’ve ended up trying to jump his bones that very night. He was intoxicating. His smile had me hooked from the word go. The smile, the smooth voice, the accent, the laugh, the eyes, the bum. Jesus, how could I have not been in lust with him from the minute he approached me? But like I said, we weren’t destined for the complete fairy tale.
We had barely gotten off the ground in the relationship. Things were just heating up nicely when I realized he brought out a spiky jealousy in me; a jealousy I’d never really harboured in any past relationships. And a jealousy that nearly caused me to ruin anything with him before it started. He came to PPTH fresh off the plane from Scotland and it was no secrets that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to do naughty things under his kilt. Nurses, doctors, cleaners, you name it, they wanted to know who this new blond-haired, blue-eyed Scottish doctor was. It didn’t help that Lachie was just naturally friendly and approachable to the point he even had clinic patients returning and requesting his services a mere week after his first shift there. He was oblivious to the fact he was the flame of the grapevine. He was oblivious; I certainly wasn’t. PPTH Oncology nurses were the worst gossips in the whole place, so I got my fair share of ear bashing about the “Scot with the hot arse” and far too many comments about how lab coats should be banned because they covered far too much. In the meantime, Lachie remained oblivious to the fact and still asked me out on a date with the cute smile on his face. I know if looks could kill, I would’ve been dead sixty times over that day from the oncology nurses alone.
We didn’t even manage to go on the date before I nearly sent it all gurgling down the toilet. With him working in consult with Diagnostics, he forged a friendship with Chase and Cameron. One afternoon, I turned up in Pathology to collect some specimens and to my horror, found Lachlan in a seemingly intimate embrace with Cameron. I was furious, then stormed off. I yelled at him for being a cheating bastard and told him he could stick his date. And fuck, did I mean it at the time. I convinced myself that I should’ve known he was too good to be true and anyone that great had to be a cheating bastard. Funny what things you can talk yourself into when you’re angry (and deluded) enough.
For days he tried to get in touch with me. Text message after phone call after showing up in Oncology to speak to me, but I ignored him. And god was I a huge wanker for it. It later came to light that Cameron had a personal disaster; something that had been tough for her and Lachlan was doing nothing but offer her a friendly and comforting hug when she’d been crying. I got the wrong end of the stick and jumped to the wrong conclusions. By the time I realized what had happened and tried to scramble to apologise and make up for my error, he’d cooled off. He understood how I could’ve gotten my wires crossed, but when I’d continued to ignore him and not given him a chance to explain, he’d been hurt and taken offense… and decided that maybe things weren’t worth the hassle.
I shamefully nearly gave up. I didn’t think he’d be interested in giving me a second chance after being such a bitch. But I couldn’t deny the fact I was hooked by him. When I saw him passing in the corridors, my face would heat up and my gut would churn at what an idiot I’d been, but I still wanted to grab him and throw him onto the nearest flat surface to have my wicked way with him and everything he kept under his kilt. At midnight one night, I came to the stark insomniac realization that I didn’t want to let him go without a fight. In fact, I wanted him. Period.
I cornered him in the Clinic and all but crash-tackled him into the nearest exam room. The minute I had him in there, all the speeches and apologies I’d practiced over and over in my head went flying out the window. I stood there gaping like a dork, then had colourful and dirty thoughts about wanting to bonk him on the exam table that was standing just feet behind that gorgeous arse of his.
All I got out was “I’m sorry” and then we were pressed together in a heated snog, knocking medical instruments flying in an attempt to peel off the VERY inconvenient lab coats. I’d like to say we debauched the exam table, but that would be telling…
Needless to say, with our wedding on the calendar in just three weeks time, he forgave me. He very, very much forgave me…
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drcampbell used with permission |Muse | Dr Tara Brennan (Original Character)
Fandom | House, M.D.
Word Count | 953