10 Things I Love About You - part III
Part III of loony_daydream's fic.
To help whoever needs it over the angst. I just feel that, after everyone's seen the special tomorrow, this will all seem a little pointless. So I'm going to try and write the third and final part now, as I'm back at school tomorrow.
Title: 10 Things I Hate Love About You
Prompt: Caroline's Top Ten Reasons Why She's In Love With A Certain Dr. Macartney // Mac's Top Ten Reason's Why He's In Love With A Certain Dr. Todd
Part III
“I heard you’d, erm, lost something,” Mac said as he sat down beside Caroline in the staffroom. It was mid-afternoon, and this was the first opportunity he’d had to catch her alone (after using the morning to pluck up the courage to finally confront her).
She looked up, eyes wide. “You found my filling? How? I mean, I think I lost it in the canteen on Monday because after lunch I noticed my tooth was really sharp and it was hurting my tongue, but I didn’t know you knew I’d lost it… Anyway, it doesn't really matter now because I went to the dentist yesterday and he sorted it out."
Even after knowing her for all these months, she could still leave him speechless sometimes. There was a pause, as she watched him expectantly. “I…” He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, it’s not… I haven’t found your, er, your filling. It’s something else.”
She just looked at him, and he found he couldn’t take his eyes off the yoghurt-covered spoon she was cleaning with her tongue. Oh God, this was it; this was the moment she lost trust in him forever. Would he be able to convince her he hadn’t sneaked a look into her deepest, most private thoughts?
He held out the diary in front of her. “I think this is yours.”
Whatever he had expected, it wasn’t this. She glanced at the book, then at him; and then her concentration returned to her yoghurt. “Oh, right,” was all she said, before taking another mouthful of raspberry Müller Light.
“It’s your... your diary, isn’t it?” He prompted, thoroughly confused as to why she didn’t seem to care.
“Yep.” She put her empty yoghurt pot and spoon down on the table and looked at him. “Did you read it?” She asked casually.
He frowned - what the hell was going on here? “No.”
Caroline’s expression fell very slightly. “Oh.”
“Well,” he went on quickly, knowing he couldn’t lie despite the peculiar situation, “I glanced at one page. I saw the title. I am so sorry.”
Bizarrely, her face seemed to brighten again. “Really? Which page?”
This was too weird. Mac was starting to feel a little worried about her. He cleared his throat again as he dug his list out of his back pocket. “I wrote this... for you. It should explain... um... Listen, are you alright?”
She paused in reaching for the piece of paper. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I mean,” she frowned slightly, “I’m upset you have my diary, obviously.”
“Obviously,” he repeated, his tone somewhat questioning.
There was a long pause, during which their gazes met and locked. Mac lifted his free hand very slowly and took hers. He didn't know what was going on, but she was just so beautiful that knew he had to tell her what was written on his list, and he had to tell her now.
"We shouldn't do this here," he said softly, painfully aware of the 15-or-so bodies surrounding them. They were making tea, reading the paper, chatting about patients and the weather and their tiny, insignificant lives... and they didn't matter to him. They didn't care about him or Caroline, and Mac didn't care about them. He just wanted a moment alone with the woman he loved; a moment to tell her he loved her.
It was about bloody time, after all.
To help whoever needs it over the angst. I just feel that, after everyone's seen the special tomorrow, this will all seem a little pointless. So I'm going to try and write the third and final part now, as I'm back at school tomorrow.
Title: 10 Things I Hate Love About You
Prompt: Caroline's Top Ten Reasons Why She's In Love With A Certain Dr. Macartney // Mac's Top Ten Reason's Why He's In Love With A Certain Dr. Todd
Part III
“I heard you’d, erm, lost something,” Mac said as he sat down beside Caroline in the staffroom. It was mid-afternoon, and this was the first opportunity he’d had to catch her alone (after using the morning to pluck up the courage to finally confront her).
She looked up, eyes wide. “You found my filling? How? I mean, I think I lost it in the canteen on Monday because after lunch I noticed my tooth was really sharp and it was hurting my tongue, but I didn’t know you knew I’d lost it… Anyway, it doesn't really matter now because I went to the dentist yesterday and he sorted it out."
Even after knowing her for all these months, she could still leave him speechless sometimes. There was a pause, as she watched him expectantly. “I…” He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, it’s not… I haven’t found your, er, your filling. It’s something else.”
She just looked at him, and he found he couldn’t take his eyes off the yoghurt-covered spoon she was cleaning with her tongue. Oh God, this was it; this was the moment she lost trust in him forever. Would he be able to convince her he hadn’t sneaked a look into her deepest, most private thoughts?
He held out the diary in front of her. “I think this is yours.”
Whatever he had expected, it wasn’t this. She glanced at the book, then at him; and then her concentration returned to her yoghurt. “Oh, right,” was all she said, before taking another mouthful of raspberry Müller Light.
“It’s your... your diary, isn’t it?” He prompted, thoroughly confused as to why she didn’t seem to care.
“Yep.” She put her empty yoghurt pot and spoon down on the table and looked at him. “Did you read it?” She asked casually.
He frowned - what the hell was going on here? “No.”
Caroline’s expression fell very slightly. “Oh.”
“Well,” he went on quickly, knowing he couldn’t lie despite the peculiar situation, “I glanced at one page. I saw the title. I am so sorry.”
Bizarrely, her face seemed to brighten again. “Really? Which page?”
This was too weird. Mac was starting to feel a little worried about her. He cleared his throat again as he dug his list out of his back pocket. “I wrote this... for you. It should explain... um... Listen, are you alright?”
She paused in reaching for the piece of paper. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I mean,” she frowned slightly, “I’m upset you have my diary, obviously.”
“Obviously,” he repeated, his tone somewhat questioning.
There was a long pause, during which their gazes met and locked. Mac lifted his free hand very slowly and took hers. He didn't know what was going on, but she was just so beautiful that knew he had to tell her what was written on his list, and he had to tell her now.
"We shouldn't do this here," he said softly, painfully aware of the 15-or-so bodies surrounding them. They were making tea, reading the paper, chatting about patients and the weather and their tiny, insignificant lives... and they didn't matter to him. They didn't care about him or Caroline, and Mac didn't care about them. He just wanted a moment alone with the woman he loved; a moment to tell her he loved her.
It was about bloody time, after all.