Bulletproof (1/52)
Title: Bulletproof
Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them. Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
A/N2: So, I probably going to include stuff from the show that was happening around this time. Now, I never made it past the Colonel Mayer shooting in the Nuke story, so something may definitely be off. Blame it on the fact that this is an AU. :D
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke
Previous parts: prologue
***
“You absolutely cannot be serious!”
Reid Oliver raised his eyes from the case file in front of him, smirking. Served dear old Dr. Philip Jones right. If they were going to make him share an office, the least he could do was drive his officemate as far away from him as possible. He wasn’t bothered by the duplicates of everything or even necessarily the mess. It was the company that he could do without.
“If you don’t like it, you can take it up with management,” Reid answered, flicking casually through the case file before tossing it onto the end of his desk. Boring. Not at all worth his time. When he glanced up at the furious face of his fellow neurosurgeon, his eyes were twinkling evilly. “But I have to give you a fair warning: I wouldn’t give them the whole, ‘He goes or I go’ spiel. It’ll end very poorly for you. Unemployment is a sad, sad thing. . . . Or so I’ve heard.”
“You can’t honestly think they’d keep you over me! I have seniority. Hell, I have tenure.”
“Yes, but I have talent and a fully functioning brain,” Reid answered, pursing his lips mockingly and holding his hands, palms up, to imitate scales. He adjusted them casually, raising up his attributes over his head. With each upward movement of his one hand, Philip Jones’s face darkened another shade of purple. “You really want to stick yourself in that war?”
Before he could get an indignant reply, there was a knock on the door and an orderly strolled in cautiously, stiffening at the sight of Reid and flashing a sympathetic smile at his colleague. “Case file got faxed for you.”
Reid rolled his eyes and motioned the orderly over. He waggled his eyebrows at the current victim of his snark. “Do you have a case file for Dr. Jones?”
The orderly flushed and Reid’s smirk intensified. The kid seemed very reluctant to say, as though he really didn’t want to take Reid’s side in an argument, but he really had no choice. “I . . . Errm . . . I don’t.”
“Oliver, I swear to God-”
“Seriously, I’m flattered, but don’t swear to me. Trust me, it won’t get you far,” Reid interrupted, glancing at the name on the inside of the case file. Luke Snyder. Oakdale Memorial Hospital. His brow furrowed as he briefly skimmed the first few lines. Oakdale, Illinois. Well, of course a hick town like that wouldn’t have doctors that could perform the simplest of procedures.
“Oliver-”
“Seriously, don’t you have a job to do?” Reid interjected, looking up, his blue eyes blazing with annoyance. “Just . . . go make yourself useful. Or at least make the effort.”
Dr. Jones’s eyes blazed angrily at being thus dismissed from his office, the workspace he’d held before he’d been crammed into one space with the thirty-year-old hotshot. He was about to retaliate, about to yell some sense and common decency into the doctor’s brain, but his arm was grabbed by the orderly and he was dragged outside.
“What the hell?” he yelled, feeling the need to vent his frustration on someone and since the “infamous” Dr. Oliver was now out of earshot . . .
“Philip, you’re not going to win this argument. Yeah, he’s an asshole, but he’s right. He is brilliant and Richard will appreciate his brilliance above anything else. I mean . . . they’re not going to let him go unless he goes and breaks the law or something.”
“Utter bullshit.”
“Maybe, but Richard thinks that having him on staff will raise the prestige of this hospital. And he’s not going to care about a seniority/tenure versus talent/brains argument. He’s going to look at prestige and he’s going to keep the doctor he thinks will improve ours.”
***
As soon as the door to the office closed, Reid let out a groan of relief and the fingers of his hands released each other, tension releasing slightly. He cast his gaze over the case file that had just been brought in, smiling smugly at himself. His ego puffed itself up lightly at that thought that he had barely been at the hospital a month and he was already getting out-of-state consults. Oakdale, Illinois, however, did not remotely interest him. He’d never heard of it and could only imagine the type of case being sent to him. Perhaps someone had a migraine and, since the doctors in that presumably backwards town most likely graduated medical school a hundred years ago, he was getting the case file. There were better things for him to do with his time.
He stood up and was about to go get himself some congratulatory food for making Jones cry when the word bullet caught his eye. His brow furrowed and he sat back down, skimming the briefs section quickly. His brow unfurrowed and his eyebrows rose almost up to his auburn hairline. An eighteen-year-old kid had been shot and the bullet had shattered in his brain? His mind almost jumped to the conclusion that not only did this town not have competent doctors, but also couldn’t produce proper weaponry, but his snark was overshadowed with intrigue. In any other circumstance he would have rolled his eyes, but some part of him couldn’t help but be impressed. This was . . . interesting. This was complicated. When it came to his work, Reid Oliver adored complicated. Such a surgery, such a consultation could also do wonders for his career. This could perhaps be worth his time.
He finished reading and his eyes fell upon the name of the admitting doctor. Dr. Bob Hughes. Bob Hughes. Reid had gotten a phone call from him the other day. He’d ignored it. Bob Hughes was apparently not effective in communicating the fascinating aspects of his cases over the phone. Bob Hughes had failed to mention just how difficult this surgery would be to perform. That didn’t matter. Bob Hughes would learn the right way to suck up to him.
He mentally skimmed his calendar, frowning with a mixture of disapproval and approval at the fact that he had no surgeries for the rest of the week. Disapproval because those idiot doctors had left him with time on his hands. Approval because it looked like that time just might come in handy.
Reid pressed a couple of buttons on his answering machine and re-listened to the phone message.
Dr. Reid Oliver, this is Dr. Bob Hughes calling from Oakdale Memorial Hospital in Oakdale, Illinois. We have a shooting victim that is in critical condition and none of the doctors we currently have the expertise to perform the surgery he needs and my research has informed me that you are, most likely, the only man that can successfully perform this operation. Time is off the essence, so please call me back as soon as you receive this message and I will brief you on the details.
Reid shook his head before dialing a number. Yes, Bob Hughes would have to learn.
“Dr. Bob Hughes.”
The voice that answered matched the one on the answering machine. Reid frowned. He sounded like an older gentleman, which would usually mean tradition, which meant that he would be hard to get along with, let alone hard to work with. Reid didn’t like traditional doctors. His eyes scanned the case file as though to remind himself of what he found attractive in the case and smiled as it drew him in all over again.
“Dr. Bob Hughes, this is Dr. Reid Oliver.” He paused for dramatic effect
Reid nodded in satisfaction when he heard the inhalation on the other line. “Dr. Oliver. Excellent. Thank you for getting back to me-”
“Let’s just cut to the chase, Dr. Hughes. I’m a very busy man. I received your case file for one Luke Snyder and let’s just say that it intrigues me. That being said, I have the next four days free, so I will be flying out to wherever the hell your town is to personally oversee this case. I will be flying in tomorrow, presumably around noon depending on the flight, and expect there to be someone waiting at the airport to take me to the hospital. I don’t have time to get lost in your cornfields and you yourself said that time is of the essence. So I trust I am not wasting mine by making this trip.” With that he hung up and went to inform his chief of staff of his plans. He was excited and he had no idea why.
***
Bob stared at the silent phone in his hands. He had no idea what to think. Alex Martins was sitting across from him, eating his lunch out of a plastic container from Al’s. He raised an eyebrow at Bob’s dumbfounded look.
“Well?”
“I . . . I think we’ve got him interested.”
“Well, that’s only half the battle. Is he coming?”
“It would appear so.”
Alex grinned boldly, his eyes conveying his relief. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
Bob shook his head and then gingerly replaced the telephone, as though it would jump up and attack him if he handled it otherwise. “For Luke Snyder, it’s fantastic. For us . . . I have absolutely no idea.”
Chapter 2-->
Can anyone explain to me what exactly is going on with Lily and Holden during this time? Because I get that they're fighting partially because Lily knew something about Colonel Mayer, but is there something deeper involving Dusty going on as well?
ETA: my inquiry has been answered! Thanks, guys!
Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them. Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
A/N2: So, I probably going to include stuff from the show that was happening around this time. Now, I never made it past the Colonel Mayer shooting in the Nuke story, so something may definitely be off. Blame it on the fact that this is an AU. :D
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke
Previous parts: prologue
***
“You absolutely cannot be serious!”
Reid Oliver raised his eyes from the case file in front of him, smirking. Served dear old Dr. Philip Jones right. If they were going to make him share an office, the least he could do was drive his officemate as far away from him as possible. He wasn’t bothered by the duplicates of everything or even necessarily the mess. It was the company that he could do without.
“If you don’t like it, you can take it up with management,” Reid answered, flicking casually through the case file before tossing it onto the end of his desk. Boring. Not at all worth his time. When he glanced up at the furious face of his fellow neurosurgeon, his eyes were twinkling evilly. “But I have to give you a fair warning: I wouldn’t give them the whole, ‘He goes or I go’ spiel. It’ll end very poorly for you. Unemployment is a sad, sad thing. . . . Or so I’ve heard.”
“You can’t honestly think they’d keep you over me! I have seniority. Hell, I have tenure.”
“Yes, but I have talent and a fully functioning brain,” Reid answered, pursing his lips mockingly and holding his hands, palms up, to imitate scales. He adjusted them casually, raising up his attributes over his head. With each upward movement of his one hand, Philip Jones’s face darkened another shade of purple. “You really want to stick yourself in that war?”
Before he could get an indignant reply, there was a knock on the door and an orderly strolled in cautiously, stiffening at the sight of Reid and flashing a sympathetic smile at his colleague. “Case file got faxed for you.”
Reid rolled his eyes and motioned the orderly over. He waggled his eyebrows at the current victim of his snark. “Do you have a case file for Dr. Jones?”
The orderly flushed and Reid’s smirk intensified. The kid seemed very reluctant to say, as though he really didn’t want to take Reid’s side in an argument, but he really had no choice. “I . . . Errm . . . I don’t.”
“Oliver, I swear to God-”
“Seriously, I’m flattered, but don’t swear to me. Trust me, it won’t get you far,” Reid interrupted, glancing at the name on the inside of the case file. Luke Snyder. Oakdale Memorial Hospital. His brow furrowed as he briefly skimmed the first few lines. Oakdale, Illinois. Well, of course a hick town like that wouldn’t have doctors that could perform the simplest of procedures.
“Oliver-”
“Seriously, don’t you have a job to do?” Reid interjected, looking up, his blue eyes blazing with annoyance. “Just . . . go make yourself useful. Or at least make the effort.”
Dr. Jones’s eyes blazed angrily at being thus dismissed from his office, the workspace he’d held before he’d been crammed into one space with the thirty-year-old hotshot. He was about to retaliate, about to yell some sense and common decency into the doctor’s brain, but his arm was grabbed by the orderly and he was dragged outside.
“What the hell?” he yelled, feeling the need to vent his frustration on someone and since the “infamous” Dr. Oliver was now out of earshot . . .
“Philip, you’re not going to win this argument. Yeah, he’s an asshole, but he’s right. He is brilliant and Richard will appreciate his brilliance above anything else. I mean . . . they’re not going to let him go unless he goes and breaks the law or something.”
“Utter bullshit.”
“Maybe, but Richard thinks that having him on staff will raise the prestige of this hospital. And he’s not going to care about a seniority/tenure versus talent/brains argument. He’s going to look at prestige and he’s going to keep the doctor he thinks will improve ours.”
***
As soon as the door to the office closed, Reid let out a groan of relief and the fingers of his hands released each other, tension releasing slightly. He cast his gaze over the case file that had just been brought in, smiling smugly at himself. His ego puffed itself up lightly at that thought that he had barely been at the hospital a month and he was already getting out-of-state consults. Oakdale, Illinois, however, did not remotely interest him. He’d never heard of it and could only imagine the type of case being sent to him. Perhaps someone had a migraine and, since the doctors in that presumably backwards town most likely graduated medical school a hundred years ago, he was getting the case file. There were better things for him to do with his time.
He stood up and was about to go get himself some congratulatory food for making Jones cry when the word bullet caught his eye. His brow furrowed and he sat back down, skimming the briefs section quickly. His brow unfurrowed and his eyebrows rose almost up to his auburn hairline. An eighteen-year-old kid had been shot and the bullet had shattered in his brain? His mind almost jumped to the conclusion that not only did this town not have competent doctors, but also couldn’t produce proper weaponry, but his snark was overshadowed with intrigue. In any other circumstance he would have rolled his eyes, but some part of him couldn’t help but be impressed. This was . . . interesting. This was complicated. When it came to his work, Reid Oliver adored complicated. Such a surgery, such a consultation could also do wonders for his career. This could perhaps be worth his time.
He finished reading and his eyes fell upon the name of the admitting doctor. Dr. Bob Hughes. Bob Hughes. Reid had gotten a phone call from him the other day. He’d ignored it. Bob Hughes was apparently not effective in communicating the fascinating aspects of his cases over the phone. Bob Hughes had failed to mention just how difficult this surgery would be to perform. That didn’t matter. Bob Hughes would learn the right way to suck up to him.
He mentally skimmed his calendar, frowning with a mixture of disapproval and approval at the fact that he had no surgeries for the rest of the week. Disapproval because those idiot doctors had left him with time on his hands. Approval because it looked like that time just might come in handy.
Reid pressed a couple of buttons on his answering machine and re-listened to the phone message.
Dr. Reid Oliver, this is Dr. Bob Hughes calling from Oakdale Memorial Hospital in Oakdale, Illinois. We have a shooting victim that is in critical condition and none of the doctors we currently have the expertise to perform the surgery he needs and my research has informed me that you are, most likely, the only man that can successfully perform this operation. Time is off the essence, so please call me back as soon as you receive this message and I will brief you on the details.
Reid shook his head before dialing a number. Yes, Bob Hughes would have to learn.
“Dr. Bob Hughes.”
The voice that answered matched the one on the answering machine. Reid frowned. He sounded like an older gentleman, which would usually mean tradition, which meant that he would be hard to get along with, let alone hard to work with. Reid didn’t like traditional doctors. His eyes scanned the case file as though to remind himself of what he found attractive in the case and smiled as it drew him in all over again.
“Dr. Bob Hughes, this is Dr. Reid Oliver.” He paused for dramatic effect
Reid nodded in satisfaction when he heard the inhalation on the other line. “Dr. Oliver. Excellent. Thank you for getting back to me-”
“Let’s just cut to the chase, Dr. Hughes. I’m a very busy man. I received your case file for one Luke Snyder and let’s just say that it intrigues me. That being said, I have the next four days free, so I will be flying out to wherever the hell your town is to personally oversee this case. I will be flying in tomorrow, presumably around noon depending on the flight, and expect there to be someone waiting at the airport to take me to the hospital. I don’t have time to get lost in your cornfields and you yourself said that time is of the essence. So I trust I am not wasting mine by making this trip.” With that he hung up and went to inform his chief of staff of his plans. He was excited and he had no idea why.
***
Bob stared at the silent phone in his hands. He had no idea what to think. Alex Martins was sitting across from him, eating his lunch out of a plastic container from Al’s. He raised an eyebrow at Bob’s dumbfounded look.
“Well?”
“I . . . I think we’ve got him interested.”
“Well, that’s only half the battle. Is he coming?”
“It would appear so.”
Alex grinned boldly, his eyes conveying his relief. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
Bob shook his head and then gingerly replaced the telephone, as though it would jump up and attack him if he handled it otherwise. “For Luke Snyder, it’s fantastic. For us . . . I have absolutely no idea.”
Chapter 2-->
Can anyone explain to me what exactly is going on with Lily and Holden during this time? Because I get that they're fighting partially because Lily knew something about Colonel Mayer, but is there something deeper involving Dusty going on as well?
ETA: my inquiry has been answered! Thanks, guys!