Author :
sylva_anggiaPairing : Brian/Zack, expect more in the next chapters
Rating : NC-17
Summary : "Only to care the disease, not to care the sick. The University Hospital made many doctors of this sort."
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Dedication : Nogizaka Taro and Nagai Akira
A/N : This is my first time writing something so long in English and it's not my first language. So if you find some mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix them, maybe. Hopefully you will be able to understand it anyway =)
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Chapter One )
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Chapter Two[part one] )
Chapter Two [part two]
“Hi, uh… Brian Haner?” Matt gasps.
“Yes?” Brian responds to him confusedly as to how the man knows his name. But the sight of the smashed Porsche across the street, immediately steals his attention from Matt. Amusement is visible on his façade as he flickers his brown eyes back to Matt. “Is that yours?” he points his chin to the car.
Matt smiles rather sheepishly and nods.
“Whoa, dude, you just thrashed a fucking Porsche! What a waste!” Brian suddenly exclaims.
“I know, fucking cat!” Matt mutters.
Brian chuckles lightly at this. “So,” he says after awhile, “are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance or something?”
He sounds genuinely concern now as he instinctively checks on Matt for injuries, but couldn’t find them. Matt realizes this gesture, so he assures Brian that, “I’m fine. I already got myself a tow truck on the way for my car.”
Brian merely shrugs.
“Brian, what’s going on? Who’re you talking to?” Comes Zack meekly voice.
The jade-eye man stops at Brian’s side and leisurely slides his arm around the other’s waist, looking up to his boyfriend curiously. He, somehow, hasn’t realized Matt just yet, who for some reason staring at Zack in a way that makes Brian wants to clean his own throat.
“Oh, I know you. You’re the one that sent Brian the letters, an Assistant-Professor from University of Southern California. Isn’t it?” Zack says merrily, as he finally aware of the third person’s existence. Zack moves a few inches away from Brian, and pulls his arm back to himself, as to avoid some weird respond from the new man.
However, Matt doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles warmly to Zack, as he offers his hand and says, "Yes. The name is Matt, Matthew Sanders. From Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery.” He sounds pretty proud of himself.
Zack smiles back, and takes the hand. “Zack Baker,” he gives out his own name. They shake hands for a moment before Matt turns to Brian, who seems so out of it, that he’s ignoring Matt. Zack nudges him on his side, and literally commands him to take Matt’s hand with the little flicker of his piercing green eyes.
“Oh, yes,” Brian mumbles, almost inaudible, as he reluctantly takes Matt’s hand, and shakes it in his own hand.
Zack throws an apologetic smile, as they let go. He nudges Brian out of the way, and invites Matt into the house.
Once inside, Zack gestures to Matt to take a sit at where ever he wants it, while Brian follows slowly into the room, hesitantly sits on his usual coach. “So,” Zack starts, “coffee?” he offers to Matt.
Matt simply smiles to him, showing him the dimples, and answers, “Black, please, and thanks.”
“No problem. Brian?” Zack turns to his boyfriend who absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the armchair with his left index.
Brian raises his head at Zack’s query. “Um, JD?” he answers almost unsurely it’s cute.
However, Zack only rolls his eyes at Brian’s choice. Like, JD in the morning?
There’s this awkward silence after Zack left the room to their kitchen. Brian is fidgeting with the hem of his sleeveless shirt, while Matt is thinking the best possible way to start things out. However, Matt is kind of surprised by himself, as to what his mouth suddenly says, “I presume you do know why I’m here, don’t you?”
Brian looks up to him, slightly uninterested. “Yes. And you do know my answer already,” he says nonchalantly.
Matt takes a deep breath and slowly letting it out, as if to brace himself at whatever Brian might throws at him, before he starts again, “I know where you were coming from, Brian. But,” he stop at mid sentence to look at Brian’s expression, which is quite unchanging, and he continues, “just consider I’m here to offer you a job, yeah?”
Brian merely smiles a lopsided grin, still looks uninterested as he moves his fingers under his shirt, and scratching at different spots across his chest, while at the same time, Zack comes to his view.
“Thank you,” Matt says politely, as Zack sets his coffee at the table.
Zack only smiles at him, and handing Brian his JD, before slowly lowering himself in front of Brian, to peek at his boyfriend’s eyes, which currently glued to the mat below. “You absolutely have to accept the offer, Brian,” he says.
Brian raises his eyes as he snaps, “Stop getting involved like you’re my fucking wife, Zack!”
Zack merely chuckles. “Oh, but I am, baby,” he retorts teasingly and walking nonchalantly back to the kitchen.
“Asshole,” Brian mutters, face redden slightly, feigning to scratch his arm, and then gulping his JD.
Matt smiles to the scene, and he still waits for Brian to answer, cause he believes it’s Brian’s turn now.
“I’m not interested to work in a dreary place like fucking university hospital,” he declares.
“I don’t want to have to follow the orders barked out by a fucking professor, y’know.” Brian sighs softly before he continues his speech. “I’d rather be a wandering doctor. I wouldn’t even mind living off of a partner either. You know what I mean?”
Suddenly, right before Brian’s last word, there is a loud crashing sound from the kitchen. As if Zack was angry and threw some plates to the wall, or just lost his grip, out of Brian’s statement about wouldn’t mind living without a partner.
Well, at least that’s what Brian believes Zack would do after hearing such statement. “Zack, don’t take your frustration out to the innocent!” and so he yells.
However, “You are right,” is what it takes for Matt to make Brian returns to him. “Right about now, the USC hospital has became a rotten place, led by some incompetent crippled-ass who called himself a professor, and has the power to determine everything. From medications they prescribe, to the medical procedures to be carried out,” Matt is practically musing out loud. “However,” he stops to take a breath, “you will help me to take that position, in order to change the USC Hospital.”
Regarding Matt for a moment, Brian doesn’t respond at first. He knows without needing to be told that the man sitting across him is currently nominating himself for the next professor of the USC hospital. But Brian’s answer comes when he suddenly laughs out loud, much to Matt’s irritation. Matt is still slightly taken aback, when Brian explains himself.
“Yeah,” Brian says. “There are not so many people who ever said those fucking things before,” he mocks. “It’s typical in any election, dude. What makes you different?” he asks finally, almost too sharply.
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