just_1_word: 1.7. Gender

1.7. Gender

Chase had done countless ultrasounds during his career as a doctor, looking for any and all sorts of different things in a range of different bodily cavities. Of course, the most regular sort was to check for pregnancy or monitor the development of a foetus. For obvious reasons, though, he’d never really had a particularly personal connection to them. He’d always just been the treating physician. He’d never had one himself and never been present when a friend or family member had one.

( Until now, that is. Now, as he sat beside the exam table that Rogue was lying on, holding her hand and watching the OB/GYN fiddle with all the buttons and switches on the sonographic scanner. He wasn’t used to being on the other side of the fence and kept jumping in to tell the woman what to do... )

- justalilcontact used with permission


Word Count | 652

muses_w_remotes: 6.15. Fight Club

6.15. "Only after disaster can we be resurrected."
| Fight Club

[Co-written with drcampbell | Follows THIS and THIS]

“Lachlan!” Chase called, bounding out of the elevators as the doors swung open. He’d spent the last fifteen minutes looking for his Scottish mate until one of the Haematology nurses revealed he’d missed him knocking off for the day by barely a few minutes. He spotted the Scot heading for ER with his bag slung over his shoulder and Chase couldn’t help but feel a pang for his friend. Lachlan still wouldn’t use the main entrance to come and go, knowing it was only a few paces away that he’d nearly been killed. Instead, he came and left via the ER ambulance entry and Chase couldn’t blame him for that.

Lachlan’s attention was caught and he turned around with a smile. “Heya, buddy. Everything okay?” he asked and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Yes and no,” Chase admitted. “I have a favour I need to ask of you, which kind of involves roping you in for a trip to New York. I wouldn’t normally ask because I know you’ve got a lot of shit going on, but I really think you might be able to help.”

Lachlan raised his eyebrows. “New York? Has something happened? Are you in trouble?”

Chase shook his head, reaching up to scratch the back of it. “No, nothing like that. Do you remember Rogue’s friend from my Bachelor party and our wedding, Remy? The guy who bailed me out of jail?” He gestured over to the Clinic waiting area and went over there so they could talk without the passing parade of the hospital foyer.

“Aye, of course,” Lachlan confirmed, following behind Chase. “We chatted quite a wee bit at your party. Nice lad, albeit a bit on the mysterious side.”

( “He got shot,” Chase revealed quietly, watching Lachlan for a reaction... )

- justalilcontact, doctortara, dontdotricks all referenced with permission


Word Count | 915