stellarscience
Dead on Arrival
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Chapter three...
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They had gotten looks from people, when they finished each others sentences, saved each others lives, that sort of thing. Colleagues weren’t supposed to know, or care that much. She had always found it funny how different they were, like water and oil. He was methodical, logical, professional. She got way too involved, she got angry too fast. But somehow, like oil and water, they were always side-by-side, and they fit together like pieces in a puzzle.
Dr. Lewis was a woman, he realised when she came out into the waiting room holding a folder. “Stella Bonasera?”
They had been talking about food, cannelloni to be exact, or more, she had brought up the fact that he still owed her. He stood up, after her, but hesitantly. He wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to come. Her eyes locked with his before she took her first step and he followed. She had asked him to stay with her. He wondered whether he would ever be able to read someone like he could read her.
The Doctor smiled and started reciting what was probably a well-rehearsed speech. But Stella wasn’t really paying attention, at this point, there were only two words she would be able to register: ‘positive’ and ‘negative’. They sat in matching, upholstered chairs opposite the desk on which lay her folder, with her results. He sat on her right, and made a quick grab for her hand when it started to shake. She tried to remember if she had ever been there for him, like he had been there for her many times. She hadn’t known what to do when Claire died, so she did what she could: sit there, listen and offer him a shoulder to lean on. On the Doctor’s desk she saw a photo from her wedding day, Stella realised it had been to long she had last imagined herself having one. Had she given up?
At first, the Doctor looked at him reluctantly, “If you want your…partner can wait outside.”
He glanced at Stella, making it clear it was her decision.
“No, he stays. He stays.” Stella said, first to the Doctor, then to him. Later on, he realised the neither of them had said anything about the Doctor’s “partner” remark.
“Ok then, I have some good news.” Dr. Lewis got straight to the point, “you tested negative for HIV and AIDS, you’re pretty much safe now. But be careful in the future.”
A weight lifted off his shoulders, she didn’t have the virus, she was safe. Stella wasn’t going anywhere, and everything would be okay.
Everything would be okay. He was grinning; she could tell even with her back turned. They stepped outside and before she could even turn around, his arms enveloped her in a hug. This wasn’t like other hugs, it wasn’t for her comfort. This hug was for him; he needed to make sure that this was real. She found she liked that. He needed her.
“Mac”, was all she could really say.
“You’re gonna be okay, Stella.” He smiled, but she felt it was more to himself.
She squeezed his shoulder and gave him a genuine Stella Bonasera smile, “We’re both gonna be okay, Mac. Don’t doubt it.”
It seemed good to him, and as they started walking, his hand found his way to her back again. Now she wasn’t running anywhere, but the touch felt warm and nice and natural. As did most thing involving him.
Chapter three...
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They had gotten looks from people, when they finished each others sentences, saved each others lives, that sort of thing. Colleagues weren’t supposed to know, or care that much. She had always found it funny how different they were, like water and oil. He was methodical, logical, professional. She got way too involved, she got angry too fast. But somehow, like oil and water, they were always side-by-side, and they fit together like pieces in a puzzle.
Dr. Lewis was a woman, he realised when she came out into the waiting room holding a folder. “Stella Bonasera?”
They had been talking about food, cannelloni to be exact, or more, she had brought up the fact that he still owed her. He stood up, after her, but hesitantly. He wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to come. Her eyes locked with his before she took her first step and he followed. She had asked him to stay with her. He wondered whether he would ever be able to read someone like he could read her.
The Doctor smiled and started reciting what was probably a well-rehearsed speech. But Stella wasn’t really paying attention, at this point, there were only two words she would be able to register: ‘positive’ and ‘negative’. They sat in matching, upholstered chairs opposite the desk on which lay her folder, with her results. He sat on her right, and made a quick grab for her hand when it started to shake. She tried to remember if she had ever been there for him, like he had been there for her many times. She hadn’t known what to do when Claire died, so she did what she could: sit there, listen and offer him a shoulder to lean on. On the Doctor’s desk she saw a photo from her wedding day, Stella realised it had been to long she had last imagined herself having one. Had she given up?
At first, the Doctor looked at him reluctantly, “If you want your…partner can wait outside.”
He glanced at Stella, making it clear it was her decision.
“No, he stays. He stays.” Stella said, first to the Doctor, then to him. Later on, he realised the neither of them had said anything about the Doctor’s “partner” remark.
“Ok then, I have some good news.” Dr. Lewis got straight to the point, “you tested negative for HIV and AIDS, you’re pretty much safe now. But be careful in the future.”
A weight lifted off his shoulders, she didn’t have the virus, she was safe. Stella wasn’t going anywhere, and everything would be okay.
Everything would be okay. He was grinning; she could tell even with her back turned. They stepped outside and before she could even turn around, his arms enveloped her in a hug. This wasn’t like other hugs, it wasn’t for her comfort. This hug was for him; he needed to make sure that this was real. She found she liked that. He needed her.
“Mac”, was all she could really say.
“You’re gonna be okay, Stella.” He smiled, but she felt it was more to himself.
She squeezed his shoulder and gave him a genuine Stella Bonasera smile, “We’re both gonna be okay, Mac. Don’t doubt it.”
It seemed good to him, and as they started walking, his hand found his way to her back again. Now she wasn’t running anywhere, but the touch felt warm and nice and natural. As did most thing involving him.
