Fan fic - The Lavender Sky
So I've had this one with me for months, literally months, but I couldn't get through the first chapter. I'm still having problems writing sexual tension, so if anyone has any suggestions PLEASE leave a comment to what I could do. Please.
Summary: Reid reflects back on his life with Luke and tries to find the meaning of it. Every word in this story is being spoken aloud to someone, you'll learn who in the last chapter. You get to hear Reid's thoughts, and these are my ideas on what Reid really felt inside at the beginning when he was alone and friendless. The thoughts that you never hear Reid admit to, but I think that he felt whether he admitted to it or not
Rating: G for now, will be NC-17 at times
Tense: It goes in and out of present and past tense. I can never stick to one, and in this story it does make sense, in the end.
Genre: AU because it doesn't follow the actions of the TV show. And there is Katie, but she’s not his roommate, only a friend. Also angst and fluff. First angst, then fluff.
P.S. No one dies, ever. Well maybe a patient.
The Lavender Sky
I don't understand how we're here. I don't understand how our hearts are even beating. How lighting into water can turn stardust into DNA. It all happened so fast. One minute I was a doctor, going about my routine fixing people's brains and then in a bolt of lightening everything changed. And now here I am, in a life I never imagined I'd have. I think back to being in Dallas; coming to Oakdale. I think about falling in love. All because of you.
"Tell me about Luke."
He was so young, and bold. I gave him attitude; he gave me grief. The first words he ever said to me were "Excuse me?" My first words to him were, "Who's missing a child?" His voice oozed of sex, his eyes felt like home.
I sat in the break room fighting with my TV dinner. I'm an excellent surgeon but I am unable to dissect microwaved ribletts. They get all chewy and tough from the microwaves and refuse to budge under the dull blade of my plastic knife. One day I'll remember to bring a steak knife to work and then I'll show the riblett who’s boss.
"Dr. Oliver." Dr. Odenburgh, my chief of staff, walks in. "I see you're enjoying your dinner."
"I wouldn't say that."
"There's someone I'd like you to meet."
"Is it a chef?"
"This may be a huge opportunity for you, I'd like it if you could put away your sarcasm for a few minutes and meet this man who has come all the way from Illinois to see you."
"Does he have epilepsy?"
"No, he's building a brand new state of the art neurology wing on Memorial hospital in Illinois. He is searching for someone to run it."
I look down at my meal that is now glazed over with cold. "Fine. But this better not be some trick to get me to go to a surprise party for my birthday or something."
"It's not your birthday."
"That's the surprise."
He sighs frustrated and walks out. I put down my plastic utensils and follow him towards my office. By my desk, admiring the countless awards I have framed stands a blonde twink. The boy turns to me with puppy dog hopeful eyes. "Who's missing a child?" I say looking around for the donor of the wing. Surly this is his son who came along for the ride to see how a real hospital works.
"Excuse me?" He gasps.
"Dr. Oliver, I'd like you to meet Luke Snyder. Head of the Luke Snyder Foundation."
"Oh, clever, naming it after yourself. Helps you not forget, right?"
"They are the lead donors to the new neurology wing." Dr. Odenburgh says with his lips pressed together, praying silently to himself that I no longer make a fool of myself or of him.
"I um.." Mr. Snyder stammered. "I'm shopping the best neurologists to see who would like to run the wing."
"Well, here I am." I say opening my arms out to the side.
"What?" Mr. Snyder blinks.
"Well you said you wanted the best, right?"
Dr. Odenburgh looks at me strangely. "You want to move to Oakdale Illinois?"
"Not really. Mr. Snyder, why are you building a state of the art facility there? Why not build it in an actual city where people might be able to use it."
"Because I don't live there." Mr. Snyder sniped back.
"Why don't you move?"
"Doctor Oliver, I think you're missing the point." Dr. Odenburgh interjected. "Oakdale is building the facility and if you would like in on a piece of the pie, I suggest you keep quiet."
"I do like pie…"
Mr. Snyder looks over at Dr. Odenburgh as if I've gone mad. "He takes some getting used to, but he is an amazing doctor."
"Look, here's my proposal." Mr. Snyder held out to me what looked like a 500 page essay from his high school English class. "Read it over, let me know if you're interested. My number's at the top."
I take the stack of papers from him and stare blankly. How in the hell did this kid get enough money to build an entire neurology wing? And why would he do it in the middle of nowhere?
"Well, Mr. Snyder, let me show you out." Dr. Odenburg smiled, pressing a friendly hand to Mr. Snyder's back and led him out of my office.
"I missed dinner for this?" I throw the stack of papers into my garbage can and head back to the staff room to see if I can salvage at least the mashed potatoes or creamed corn.
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Icicles twinkled in the winter sun as lazy snowflakes wandered the sky. I realized, as I walked out of the Oakdale airport, that I was indeed no longer in Kansas anymore, make that Dallas. The town square's trees still held strings of white lights. The buildings were covered in wreaths and mistletoe. Like the land that time forgot, it seemed the Oakdale citizens forgot that Christmas ended a month ago. Keeping the decorations up as if that would make the holiday last longer. I took a cab to a three-story building at the edge of town. How in the world this small excuse for a hospital would soon be the owner of the best neurological facility in the country was beyond me. They had money, or at least, they had a philanthropic resident with a lot of money. And in life, logic doesn't speak, money does.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Luke Snyder." I told the receptionist and the information desk.
"Are you Dr. Oliver?"
"What gave you that impression?"
"Luke said that he'd be meeting a Dr. Oliver today and you must be new here because I've never seen you before."
"Of course." I rolled my eyes, of course she would know by face and name every citizen of Oakdale. "Can you get him for me?"
"Sure, Dr. Oliver."
He looked different than when I met him over a month ago. He looked broader, older, his hair longer, blonder. He wore a suit this time, navy blue with a light blue button up underneath it. The first three buttons were left undone, letting his dark chest hair show.
"Mr. Snyder, thanks so much for sending a car to pick me up at the airport." I mused, my hands shoved in my pockets to avoid his polite handshake.
"Dr. Oliver, I'm sorry. I meant to send a car but I was in meetings all day, it slipped my mind."
"Yes, well. You owe me $64." I handed him a receipt from the taxi.
"Excuse me?" His mouth gaped like a dead fish.
"I expect to see cash on my desk by the end of the day. Speaking of which, where is my office?"
"They finished building it a few days ago. It's being painted right now."
"Well I can't very well work in paint fumes."
"Why don't you go to the Lake View, get yourself settled. There's a board meeting in 2 hours."
"What I need is for you to point me towards the cafeteria. I haven't had anything to eat today except for a tiny bag of peanuts on the plane."
"Well why don't I take you out to eat, my treat?"
I looked him over, the polite man boy standing in front of me. He acted very professional, too professional for someone no older than 25. "Fine. But you still owe me the $64."
As expected the diner mirrored the rest of the town, still draped in red and green streamers, tinsel hanging over a fake tree in the corner, and miniature ceramic Santa's for centerpieces on each table.
Mr. Snyder sat at a table next to the frosted window. I sat across from him, pulling my menu up to cover my face. "So, what's good here?"
"Dr. Oliver, I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot."
"Mr. Snyder, I don't care what foot I step on as long as this neuro wing is a success."
"Yes, but we're going to be working together, we need to get to know each other, become friends."
"I don't want to be friends with you."
"Well I want to get to know you."
"I'm a neuro surgeon, the best one around. I take my job seriously and devote my life to saving my patients. That's all you need to know."
"Why did you become a surgeon?"
"Op, that's a personal question. Now, what's good to eat here?"
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I lay down on the bed and switched off the table lamp. The room fell dark. Very dark. Can't see my hand in front of my face dark. And quiet. Not even crickets quiet. I sat back up and turned on the light. This isn't like Dallas with the hum of trains and cars and planes. Where street lights lay shadows on the walls. In the country there is nothing, completely cut off and very much alone. I know I'm in a hotel. Downstairs there are people buzzing from late nights, desk clerks and bartenders up and working. But I know from walking the streets of Dallas at night, the lonely feeling doesn't go away even if there are other people awake around you. Couples cuddling on a sofa in the lounge, friends laughing together in the restaurant, families on vacation in this God forsaken town bustling around with their luggage. Even though they are there, they aren't with me, and that makes the loneliness sting worse than if I stayed in my dark hotel room and never saw them having fun. Fun, a word I know nothing about.
Luke. His face appears in my head, all blonde twisty hair and big chocolate eyes. He was relentless in his conversation, we'd only met twice, but he made me feel visible. No one had ever wanted to talk to me that much. People take my orders and go, but Luke isn't intimidated by my dry sarcasm and brisk attitude. He even said he wanted to be friends. I haven't had a real friend since 3rd grade. I had fake friends in High school from the math team, but they were only nice to me because I was so brilliant and I helped them win metals and trophies. When I was a kid I decided I'd have to be the best in order to get attention. Best chess player, best student, and then best surgeon. Sometimes I really wish I wasn't the best, so I'd know if people really wanted to hang out with me for me, or my talent. Luke didn't seem impressed by my brilliance, by the status of best neurosurgeon in the country. He didn't ask what college I graduated from. He asked personal questions, about my parents, how I grew up, my favorite movie and favorite color. Subjects that long ago I forgot were part of me.
I turned the light off again and curled around the blankets, thoughts of Luke lulling me to sleep.
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So, good or not good? Again, if you have any suggestions on how to write sexual tension (some of you do it so well!) I'd like the tips.
Summary: Reid reflects back on his life with Luke and tries to find the meaning of it. Every word in this story is being spoken aloud to someone, you'll learn who in the last chapter. You get to hear Reid's thoughts, and these are my ideas on what Reid really felt inside at the beginning when he was alone and friendless. The thoughts that you never hear Reid admit to, but I think that he felt whether he admitted to it or not
Rating: G for now, will be NC-17 at times
Tense: It goes in and out of present and past tense. I can never stick to one, and in this story it does make sense, in the end.
Genre: AU because it doesn't follow the actions of the TV show. And there is Katie, but she’s not his roommate, only a friend. Also angst and fluff. First angst, then fluff.
P.S. No one dies, ever. Well maybe a patient.
The Lavender Sky
I don't understand how we're here. I don't understand how our hearts are even beating. How lighting into water can turn stardust into DNA. It all happened so fast. One minute I was a doctor, going about my routine fixing people's brains and then in a bolt of lightening everything changed. And now here I am, in a life I never imagined I'd have. I think back to being in Dallas; coming to Oakdale. I think about falling in love. All because of you.
"Tell me about Luke."
He was so young, and bold. I gave him attitude; he gave me grief. The first words he ever said to me were "Excuse me?" My first words to him were, "Who's missing a child?" His voice oozed of sex, his eyes felt like home.
I sat in the break room fighting with my TV dinner. I'm an excellent surgeon but I am unable to dissect microwaved ribletts. They get all chewy and tough from the microwaves and refuse to budge under the dull blade of my plastic knife. One day I'll remember to bring a steak knife to work and then I'll show the riblett who’s boss.
"Dr. Oliver." Dr. Odenburgh, my chief of staff, walks in. "I see you're enjoying your dinner."
"I wouldn't say that."
"There's someone I'd like you to meet."
"Is it a chef?"
"This may be a huge opportunity for you, I'd like it if you could put away your sarcasm for a few minutes and meet this man who has come all the way from Illinois to see you."
"Does he have epilepsy?"
"No, he's building a brand new state of the art neurology wing on Memorial hospital in Illinois. He is searching for someone to run it."
I look down at my meal that is now glazed over with cold. "Fine. But this better not be some trick to get me to go to a surprise party for my birthday or something."
"It's not your birthday."
"That's the surprise."
He sighs frustrated and walks out. I put down my plastic utensils and follow him towards my office. By my desk, admiring the countless awards I have framed stands a blonde twink. The boy turns to me with puppy dog hopeful eyes. "Who's missing a child?" I say looking around for the donor of the wing. Surly this is his son who came along for the ride to see how a real hospital works.
"Excuse me?" He gasps.
"Dr. Oliver, I'd like you to meet Luke Snyder. Head of the Luke Snyder Foundation."
"Oh, clever, naming it after yourself. Helps you not forget, right?"
"They are the lead donors to the new neurology wing." Dr. Odenburgh says with his lips pressed together, praying silently to himself that I no longer make a fool of myself or of him.
"I um.." Mr. Snyder stammered. "I'm shopping the best neurologists to see who would like to run the wing."
"Well, here I am." I say opening my arms out to the side.
"What?" Mr. Snyder blinks.
"Well you said you wanted the best, right?"
Dr. Odenburgh looks at me strangely. "You want to move to Oakdale Illinois?"
"Not really. Mr. Snyder, why are you building a state of the art facility there? Why not build it in an actual city where people might be able to use it."
"Because I don't live there." Mr. Snyder sniped back.
"Why don't you move?"
"Doctor Oliver, I think you're missing the point." Dr. Odenburgh interjected. "Oakdale is building the facility and if you would like in on a piece of the pie, I suggest you keep quiet."
"I do like pie…"
Mr. Snyder looks over at Dr. Odenburgh as if I've gone mad. "He takes some getting used to, but he is an amazing doctor."
"Look, here's my proposal." Mr. Snyder held out to me what looked like a 500 page essay from his high school English class. "Read it over, let me know if you're interested. My number's at the top."
I take the stack of papers from him and stare blankly. How in the hell did this kid get enough money to build an entire neurology wing? And why would he do it in the middle of nowhere?
"Well, Mr. Snyder, let me show you out." Dr. Odenburg smiled, pressing a friendly hand to Mr. Snyder's back and led him out of my office.
"I missed dinner for this?" I throw the stack of papers into my garbage can and head back to the staff room to see if I can salvage at least the mashed potatoes or creamed corn.
__________________________________
Icicles twinkled in the winter sun as lazy snowflakes wandered the sky. I realized, as I walked out of the Oakdale airport, that I was indeed no longer in Kansas anymore, make that Dallas. The town square's trees still held strings of white lights. The buildings were covered in wreaths and mistletoe. Like the land that time forgot, it seemed the Oakdale citizens forgot that Christmas ended a month ago. Keeping the decorations up as if that would make the holiday last longer. I took a cab to a three-story building at the edge of town. How in the world this small excuse for a hospital would soon be the owner of the best neurological facility in the country was beyond me. They had money, or at least, they had a philanthropic resident with a lot of money. And in life, logic doesn't speak, money does.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Luke Snyder." I told the receptionist and the information desk.
"Are you Dr. Oliver?"
"What gave you that impression?"
"Luke said that he'd be meeting a Dr. Oliver today and you must be new here because I've never seen you before."
"Of course." I rolled my eyes, of course she would know by face and name every citizen of Oakdale. "Can you get him for me?"
"Sure, Dr. Oliver."
He looked different than when I met him over a month ago. He looked broader, older, his hair longer, blonder. He wore a suit this time, navy blue with a light blue button up underneath it. The first three buttons were left undone, letting his dark chest hair show.
"Mr. Snyder, thanks so much for sending a car to pick me up at the airport." I mused, my hands shoved in my pockets to avoid his polite handshake.
"Dr. Oliver, I'm sorry. I meant to send a car but I was in meetings all day, it slipped my mind."
"Yes, well. You owe me $64." I handed him a receipt from the taxi.
"Excuse me?" His mouth gaped like a dead fish.
"I expect to see cash on my desk by the end of the day. Speaking of which, where is my office?"
"They finished building it a few days ago. It's being painted right now."
"Well I can't very well work in paint fumes."
"Why don't you go to the Lake View, get yourself settled. There's a board meeting in 2 hours."
"What I need is for you to point me towards the cafeteria. I haven't had anything to eat today except for a tiny bag of peanuts on the plane."
"Well why don't I take you out to eat, my treat?"
I looked him over, the polite man boy standing in front of me. He acted very professional, too professional for someone no older than 25. "Fine. But you still owe me the $64."
As expected the diner mirrored the rest of the town, still draped in red and green streamers, tinsel hanging over a fake tree in the corner, and miniature ceramic Santa's for centerpieces on each table.
Mr. Snyder sat at a table next to the frosted window. I sat across from him, pulling my menu up to cover my face. "So, what's good here?"
"Dr. Oliver, I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot."
"Mr. Snyder, I don't care what foot I step on as long as this neuro wing is a success."
"Yes, but we're going to be working together, we need to get to know each other, become friends."
"I don't want to be friends with you."
"Well I want to get to know you."
"I'm a neuro surgeon, the best one around. I take my job seriously and devote my life to saving my patients. That's all you need to know."
"Why did you become a surgeon?"
"Op, that's a personal question. Now, what's good to eat here?"
__________________________________________
I lay down on the bed and switched off the table lamp. The room fell dark. Very dark. Can't see my hand in front of my face dark. And quiet. Not even crickets quiet. I sat back up and turned on the light. This isn't like Dallas with the hum of trains and cars and planes. Where street lights lay shadows on the walls. In the country there is nothing, completely cut off and very much alone. I know I'm in a hotel. Downstairs there are people buzzing from late nights, desk clerks and bartenders up and working. But I know from walking the streets of Dallas at night, the lonely feeling doesn't go away even if there are other people awake around you. Couples cuddling on a sofa in the lounge, friends laughing together in the restaurant, families on vacation in this God forsaken town bustling around with their luggage. Even though they are there, they aren't with me, and that makes the loneliness sting worse than if I stayed in my dark hotel room and never saw them having fun. Fun, a word I know nothing about.
Luke. His face appears in my head, all blonde twisty hair and big chocolate eyes. He was relentless in his conversation, we'd only met twice, but he made me feel visible. No one had ever wanted to talk to me that much. People take my orders and go, but Luke isn't intimidated by my dry sarcasm and brisk attitude. He even said he wanted to be friends. I haven't had a real friend since 3rd grade. I had fake friends in High school from the math team, but they were only nice to me because I was so brilliant and I helped them win metals and trophies. When I was a kid I decided I'd have to be the best in order to get attention. Best chess player, best student, and then best surgeon. Sometimes I really wish I wasn't the best, so I'd know if people really wanted to hang out with me for me, or my talent. Luke didn't seem impressed by my brilliance, by the status of best neurosurgeon in the country. He didn't ask what college I graduated from. He asked personal questions, about my parents, how I grew up, my favorite movie and favorite color. Subjects that long ago I forgot were part of me.
I turned the light off again and curled around the blankets, thoughts of Luke lulling me to sleep.
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So, good or not good? Again, if you have any suggestions on how to write sexual tension (some of you do it so well!) I'd like the tips.