RP with surgeonshands | Faces from the past

[geniuscowboy]

[Backdated to the shift before that in episode 1x08]It had been a really, really, really long day. Despite having the day off before after his epic on-call marathon shift, Chris was realising that maybe it was a better idea to actually try to get some sleep before an early morning rather than yet another overnight session of hot, secret sex with a

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[surgeonshands]

It was David's first day on the Charlie Team in Miami Trauma One, and amusingly, he had so far managed to completely fly under the radar and elude Chris as to his presence. He had been seeing everything going down with the Alpha Team, though, with David's own crew getting the offshoots of it. Chris was running around like a chook with his head cut off, looking every bit the busy Chief Resident David had heard he was. Of course, no one he had been introduced today actually knew he and Chris had gone to college together and had been best mates throughout med school. Instead, David just absorbed all the vaious descriptions of Chris and peoples opinions of the 'genius cowboy' that Chris had come to be. It was amusing, to say the least.

He wasn't going to be able to hide forever, though, and when he spotted Chris exiting the elevators to head to the staff room, David started to follow him casually, right up until Chris nearly reached the glass doors. "Dr. Christopher Deleo," he called out sharply and abruptly. "You're under arrest!"

[geniuscowboy]

Chris actually nearly shat himself when the voice took him by complete and utter surprise. So much so, that he reflexively went to whip around, an indignant protest already forming on his lips, only to misjudge the distance to the glass doorss and smack firmly and loudly into them when he tripped over his own foot. Not sexy and not elegant at all. And of course, it had to be in front of four hot nurses a stone's throw away at the nurses' station who were now laughing at him.

He was only just regaining his footing - and composure - when his blue eyes locked on a familiar face, who was standing a short distance from the station, arms crossed and an extremely smug look on his face. Chris' brain, despite his hunger, didn't take long to put two and two together as he rubbed his now throbbing shoulder. "What the fu-" he shrieked, managing to bite off the sentiment before any nearby patients or visitors heard him. "You- you- asshole!" he finally hissed, dropping his voice on the last word.

[surgeonshands]

"Christ-o-pher!" David chastised with a mock gasp of horror. "I'm appalled at that language. Do not make me wash your mouth out with soap, young man. Don't think I won't spank your bottom for being a very naughty boy," he couldn't help but add, a small shout out to their Monty Python marathons in college.

He sauntered over to his old friend with a mischievous smirk that could only rival Chris' own and tilted his head. "Miss me, lover?" he purred breathily and blew him a kiss.

[geniuscowboy]

Chris was just stunned, taking in the fact David was not only there when he was supposed to be in LA, but he was in scrubs and sporting an MT1 ID badge. He had an overwhelmiing urge to thump him in the face, but again, that really wouldn't be a scene he would get away with without losing his job and probably being carted off by security.

"Jesus friggin Christ," he swore, shaking his head in disbelief and rubbing a hand over his mouth. "What the hell are you doing here, dude? Are you stalking me?" He reached over and grabbed the ID badge, roughly yanking David towards him so he could get a better looking. "Charlie Team! What the-" Then the penny dropped. "Proctor's job."