"Who called for a surgical consult?" Elizabeth called out coming down the stairs
to the ER. It was her first day back and she wasn't that thrilled to have to
be spending her time in her late husband's element.
"Excuse me, doctor." Giles said stepping up to her.
"What? Oh." Elizabeth said turning around. "Can I help you?"
"I know you must be busy, but I was wondering if you knew the anything about a
friend of mine." Giles stopped when he saw the expression on Elizabeth's face.
"Is something the matter?"
"No. I mean, yes, I mean." Elizabeth sighed. "It's a rather long story, I'm
afraid."
"Well, I appear to have time." Giles said, his heart going out to the beautiful
surgeon.
"I don't think I do." Elizabeth said uncertainly.
"Sorry, Dr. Corday, your consult was cancelled. guy coded." Frank said,
noticing Elizabeth in front of him.
"Well, it would appear I do as well." Elizabeth said with a sigh turning back to
Giles.
"I assume doctors drink coffee?" Giles said uncertainly.
"It's our nectar of life." Elizabeth said with a small smile. "There's a little
place across the street."
"Well, I shouldn't leave them, then again. I did already." Giles said with a
shrug. "Show me the way."
*********
"Wow, that looks expensive!" Anya exclaimed looking at the man who was being
rolled by on the gurney.
Deb looked questioningly at the young woman who was following along but turned
her attention to the bullet being given.
Anya glanced at Deb and asked "Are you going to charge by the stitch? You'll
make a fortune on this one!"
"Excuse me?" Deb said looking up.
"Well, if you charge by the stitch you should receive adequate financial
compensation." Anya explained. "However you could charge by the hour, of
course."
"And who ARE you?" Deb asked as they wheeled the patient into trauma one.
"I'm Anya, have you been scorned by a lover recently?" Anya said sizing the
doctor up.
"Not really." Deb replied with an eye roll.
"Well, I have, would you like to make a wish for me?" Anya asked hopefully.
"Get out of my trauma room!" Deb ordered as the monitors beeped.
"If you get jilted give me a call!" Anya called out as Malik lead her from the
room.
*******
"So give it to me straight, doc, am I going to die?" Xander said glancing up at
Susan.
"No, Mr. Harris." Susan began.
"Please, call me Xander." He corrected.
"Fine, Xander, you're not going to die." Susan replied with a slight bit of
irritation.
"So, if I'm not going to die, maybe we can get together tonight?" Xander asked
hopefully.
"You'll be a bit busy nursing that concussion." Susan replied.
"How about tomorrow then?" Xander persisted, staring at Susan's chest.
"I don't date patients." Susan said flatly.
"I'm sure you can make an exception, just this once." Xander said, trying to be
charming.
"You're too young for me." Susan replied.
"Ah, age is relative." Xander grinned.
Susan jammed an ice pack onto Xander's forehead, causing him to fall back
against the gurney. "Here, that'll help with the swelling. and if it doesn't,
move it to your groin."
******
Spike entered the ER and took a look around. He breathed a sigh of relief when
he saw that none of the Scoobies were in sight. So far so good. Now, to
find Buffy.
He had taken exactly five steps when he saw the very familiar back of a blonde
head. He then registered whom she was talking to, another man.
"Bloody hell." Spike muttered as he took Luka in. "Who's this bloke?"
Buffy tossed her hair slightly and Spike became enraged.
"If I didn't have that bloody chip, I'd rip his heart out and eat it." He
muttered angrily. That thought reminded him that he was hungry. The only good
thing about this was that he was going to get a nice meal here. He headed off
down the hallway.
******
"Cool!" Dawn exclaimed as she moved a box and found a pile of emesis basins.
"It's like a little kidney pan!"
She paused for a second, and thought. "Gee, I hope they don't keep kidneys in
them." She shrugged and shoved one into her backpack. It'd make a cool
souvenir regardless.
******
"So, Dr. Kovac." Buffy said looking up with the tall doctor with awe.
Something about him seemed so familiar.
"Call me Luka." Luka replied with a grin. "Would you like to get something to
eat? You seem to have been here a long time."
"Okay. Luka, that'd be great." Buffy replied with a grin as she brushed his hand
and found it warm to the touch. At least this one was alive.
******
"Got it!" Dave called out happily as he found his mug stashed in one of the back
cabinets of the lounge.
He glanced over; his locker had been taken over already. He didn't expect it
not to be though. He shrugged and went to exit the lounge.
He looked around for signs of that weird British guy and not finding him, he
breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back into the hallway.
He took a few steps and spotted a hot young girl, looking lost.
"Hey, can I help you with something?" Dave said leaning against the wall in his
most charming manner.
"Uh, no" Willow said turning around. Great, she'd found Mr. Hormone.
"I'm Dr. Dave. And you?" Dave said stepping in front of her again.
"Gay." Willow replied rolling her eyes.
"Well, I don't mind sharing." Dave said excitedly. "Got a girlfriend?"
Willow glared at him, and then sadness enveloped her again. "Not anymore."
"Sorry to hear, that, how about we." Dave began, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"DON'T touch me." Willow said flinging his arm off and stalked off down the
hall.
"Why the hell are all the lesbians around her crabby as hell?" Dave questioned.
******
"Do you miss England?" Elizabeth asked as she sipped her coffee.
"Well, considering I just got back from there, not really. Though when I was
living in California, I did." Giles admitted as he stared snuck glances at her.
"California? That must be culture shock." Elizabeth replied, a bit relieved to
find someone who spoke in a familiar accent.
"A bit." Giles admitted and noticed her left hand. "Are you married?"
"Not anymore." Elizabeth said sadly.
"I'm sorry. How long has it been?" Giles asked uncomfortably.
"Almost four weeks." Elizabeth said softly.
"Oh my that is dreadful." Giles replied, feeling sorry for the woman in front of
him.
"He had cancer, we knew it was only a matter of time." Elizabeth replied tears
filling her eyes.
Giles reached across the table and took her hand.
*********
"Where the hell is Weaver?" Romano bellowed as he entered the ER.
"I don't know." Frank barked.
"Well, YOU'RE a lot of help." He turned and found himself face-to-face with
Anya.
"Hello, little bald man." Anya greeted Romano.
"Can I help you?" Romano replied exasperatedly.
"I notice you have a gold colored stethoscope, is that because you're important
around here?" Anya questioned.
"Yeah, I'm chief of staff." Romano replied, pleased to be getting respect.
"Wow, you make the most money then?" Anya said excitedly.
"Pretty much." Romano replied smugly. He liked this one and she wasn't
anything bad to look at either.
"Well, I usually like my men with washboard abs, but your advanced financial
standing is rather impressive." Anya began. "May I rub your shiny head?"
"What?" Romano said looking confused. "No, you nutjob!"
"It's considered a sign of respect!" Anya explained.
"It's also considered a sign of respect that you've got a screw loose." Romano
snorted and walked off. Damn lunatics in the ER.
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