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[mediator_suze]

Suze was not happy. Not to mention still in her pajamas. She frowned as Dr. Cox seemed to still be ranting to someone on the computer. She wondered if he'd ever be done. Her opinion so far was that he had the mental maturity of a three year old over the whole situation. He her opinion it could have been worse for both of them. He could have been

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[jesushcox]

He rolled his eyes. "Gee, Speed Racer, don't get your panties in a bunch. It's not like you've got anything better to do, you're tied to someone with no sense of compromise."

He glanced down for the hundedth time and jerked at the rope, which was rubbing him raw, that wouldn't seem to come off through any means, whether it be scissors, lawn sheers, fire, or a handsaw. He was still in the rumbled work clothes he'd worn the day before, he'd crashed in the break room and woke up here, so the blue scrubs bottoms, baby-gap shirt, and white lab coat made him look like a mad scientist. Which was close. He wasn't so much mad as pissed off, and not so much a scientist as a Doctor. And his shift started in fifteen minutes.

[mediator_suze]

"This situation has no affect on my panties, thank you very much," Suze replied with a roll of her eyes. "I'm just saying that sitting around whining on the computer won't do either of us any good. It's obviously another stupid virus and it'll wear off soon enough."

[jesushcox]

"A... sweetheart, when we get to the hospital we might wanna get you in the MRI machine. Viruses make your computer shotty, they don't tie you to random people. At least not here in the land of the sane, not that you'd know anything about that." His pager went off and he let out a doglike growl, tugging it off of the waistband of his scrubs bottoms with the tethered hand. He read the message off and sighed, clipping it back on.

"Come on, Princess Pain-in-the-Ass, we're goin' to work."

[mediator_suze]

Suze would have gone on to explain what she actually meant by virus and how DDD tended to redefine them, but she was much more concerned about something else.

"Hospital?" she asked, looking suddenly panicked. "No way. Do you know how many people die in a hospital?"

[jesushcox]

He snorted. "A lot more people than'll live if I don't get down there with those incompetent people who are nothing more then a veriety of who's who in the cast of that theater of hell." He gave her arm a sharp tug through the rope that connected him as he sprang to his feet, tugging her out the door of the apartment.

[mediator_suze]

Suze bit back a yelp as pain shot up her arm thanks to Dr. Cox's movement. She planned to protest more of course, but then she'd have to go into the explaination of why she didn't want to go, and she certainly didn't expect him to believe her.

"Fine," she muttered. "Can I at least get a coat or something to wear over my pajamas?"

[jesushcox]

"Neeey-ope!" He replied, breezing through the door and slamming it shut behind him, tucking the keys into his pocket. He pulled her arm, ahead of her just far enough so that her arm was suspended in air, but not far enough that it bit into her flesh again, down a stairwell, and into the parking lot. He stopped suddenly and heaved out a sigh, before turning to her.

"You are about to become one of the luckiest, and yet at the same time, most silent people in the world. You will ride in my porsche. You will not, however, speak, touch the stereo, admire the leather, or even for a minute begin to comprehend how amazing my vehicle is. Do you understand? Good. Now, we're gonna have to go through the driver's side, so I hope those jim-jams of yours allow for crawlin, cause sweetheart, I am ne-yot giving in and letting you admire my oh-so-sexy backside, because dear Jesus he just has to work out."

[mediator_suze]

Suze debated if she should remind him of the fact that walking into work with a girl in her pajamas tied to his wrist wouldn't be the best thing for any sort of reputation he might have, but decided against it. This was his place, not hers. Any embaressment she might suffer would be forgotten soon enough.

"Like I had any intention of check you out. It must be nice there in dreamland," she snorted and climbed inside without further remark.

[jesushcox]

"I'd have to ask you, now, today, if you don't mind, thank yeeew." He was tugged in after her, and bit out a sharp growl as his head cracked the top of the car in her haste. He gave her the Cox Evil eye, slamming the door behind him and starting the car, paying decidedly no attention to the fact that he was jerking her around as he went. Soon they were on the highway, driving with his left hand to give her arm a break. He glanced over at her, still decidedly grumpy, but slightly more calm now that they were moving.

"So, what's your story?"

[mediator_suze]

Suze didn't protest to the jerking around as she would much rather have a few scrapes and pulled muscles than dying in a car accident by messing up Dr. Cox's driving.

"Funny, and here I thought I was supposed to be silent," Suze said, glaring right back at him.

[jesushcox]

"I had the interior of this car designed, which... makes me the creator, which means I'm PorsheGod. Do not blaspheme in my presence. Now, Cox said let there be story, and there was story, and I thought it good. Come on, your highness. Spill it." He only glanced down from the road once to look at the clock on the dash, telling him he had five and a half minutes before he was late... which means he had ten minutes before Kelso would actually do something about it that didn't involve bitching about bonnets or something.

[mediator_suze]

Suze rolled her eyes once again, which didn't help her growing head ache.

"Well I don't exactly know what you want to know. I'm Suze Simon, 21, student/babysitter/mediator and I definatly wasn't planning on being tied to some insane doctor for any amount of time. Happy?"

[jesushcox]

"Nope, actually, not happy a bit. Except for the fact that I can drag you into a bar and get us both so drunk that you're tollerable once the threat of my killing someone through inhebriation at work is over. Just... what, pray tell, is a Mediator?" They pulled off of the highway and onto a smaller road, and the signs for his hospital began to show up.

[mediator_suze]

"Hm, getting drunk with a complete stranger. Sounds like fun. I don't think so," she said frowning at the mere suggestion.

"Mediator? Oh not much. I just see the dead and help them get where they're going," she said calmly, wondering what kind of reaction Cox might have to that news. She suspected laughter to follow.

[jesushcox]

"Wasn't exactly a question, there, Sylvia Brown." he paused and glanced up at her from the road. "You're joking." His mind suddenly went to the time he'd seen Ben after his death. Well, times. Because that had lasted quite a while. He'd never believed in that stuff until Ben died. And then came back.

[mediator_suze]

"No one will be forcing any drinks on me, so don't even try."

"And, I wish I were joking," Suze said, sighing a little as she looked out the window. "Life would be far less complicated if I were."