Medicine and magic (Aelevi)

[Zephyr]

People who think surgeons live these great, elaborate lives should be shot.

Silas doesn’t condone senseless violence – except for when one is drunk, and it isn’t like he cares at all if violence is going on, senseless or not – but he’s often thought about going to the houses of the people who write every single doctor show on television and ripping them apart for glamorizing the job. Not only is it totally inaccurate – he hasn’t had sex in the on call room (within the past five months) – but it makes patients think they know absolutely everything about medicine.

If he hears one more thing about McDreamy or fucking McSteamy, he’s going to go postal and slaughter a few hundred idiots.

If there’s one thing the shows get right, though, it’s the long goddamn hours. Silas had just gotten off of a thirty six hour shift when some kid showed up with a cerebral hemorrhage. He’d been into skateboarding when he was a kid, so he knows the risks of it, but it doesn’t stop him from judging the idiots who come in after falling and cracking their fucking heads open. They’re all goddamn morons. And no, he isn’t worried in the least about being the world’s biggest hypocrite. He’s learned his lessons in life – he really hasn’t – and can now look back on and laugh at the kids who are still learning theirs.

He’s off the clock and sorely tempted to just leave, because there are other doctors equally qualified to look at the kid’s head, but Silas finds himself turning in the doorway to go back into the hospital.

Three hours and a lot of screaming at nurses later, he finally ducks out of the hospital, pulling up the collar of his trenchcoat to guard against the cool night air. He’s too nice sometimes, and he decides to go straight home and shower…then pass out in bed, because he’s gone too fucking long without sleep, and while Silas is a machine as far as sleep is concerned most times, this is really testing his limits.

He has the day off tomorrow, and he fully intends on sleeping until three or four in the afternoon…as long as his sleep doesn’t get interrupted by some handsy manchild before afternoon looms. If that happens, he might just have to learn how to kill without leaving a trace.

Silas walks, grumpy with his head down against the wind, briskly towards his car, grumbling lightly under his breath.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Aelevi had taken the train downtown for one reason; doctor shopping. She had the benefit of being an out-of-towner and acquiring pain medication was usually very simple. If she entered an emergency room, the likelihood of being seen by the same doctor or intern every time was unlikely, especially in a metropolis like Boston. And in her case, it wasn't like real doctor shopping where the physician assessed her symptoms, history and pain thoroughly. In the ER normally if she waited in line long enough they will give her whatever she wanted no questions asked. But today, Aelevi was off her game. She actually was in some semblance of pain, and being in real pain versus faking it for a fix was hard to handle.

"I'm notttt faking it!!" She screamed, wrestling against security. The registered nurse had given Aelevi one look, sniffed and then beckoned security through her walkie-talkie. What hospital even had walkie-talkies? Like whatever, Aelevi at least made it difficult for the man that came to escort her quietly from the building. He had to call back-up just to get the wriggling screaming addict back into the waiting room and out the door.

"Go get your fix some place else," said one of the security guards giving her one final shove out the automatic sliding doors and into the rain.

She turned on her heel and did an abrupt face, cupping her hands over her mouth screaming, "YEAH AND WHY DON'T YOU GET A REAL JOB, YOU RENT-A-COP!!"

She had gotten a rise out of one of the guards, but his bearded buddy tugged his friend's arm and pulled him back. Aelevi stomped her heel-booted foot on the ground and stuck her tongue out at them—real mature. As she watched the men leave, she stood alone, staring in at the hospital feeling deflated. She turned around and sighed, well that was a waste of time, she thought. The rain was coming down hard, her platinum blonde hair quickly slackened against her face. She wrestled with her pea coat collar and pulled her sweater hood out from under her coat and over her head to keep off the rain.

Aelevi squinted through the raindrops across the parking lot. It was pretty late and she wasn't sure when the trains stopped taking people out of the city. She hadn't anticipated having to walk in the rain, the idea made her feel frantic and panicked. When she caught sight of a man walking towards his car, she had to take her chances and run after him. She bolted out into the rain, feeling the full downpour on her back.

"Hey!" she called out to him, hoping that perhaps her call would get him to turn around. As she approached him from behind she would stick her hands into her pockets absently, feeling for her belongings to make sure the run hadn't jostled anything to the ground. "Hey, could you give me a ride?" she asked, putting a hand out to touch the werewolf's shoulder. She didn't want to startle him, or make him mad, she just wanted this tiny little favor from him.

[Zephyr]

There are a few things in life that Silas takes for granted as he has been known to do occasionally. One of those is the fact that he’s a well-known figure around the hospital and directly around the outside of it…this is probably because he has ended up in a shouting match with his coworkers and patients one too many times. Still, they mostly all know not to touch him…ever. Evelyn is the only one in there who can get away with that, and Matthias when the brat deigns to grace Silas with his presence. Even the interns know not to cross him, what with the reputation he’s built up.

He doesn’t know what it is, but he’s sure that he’s got a nickname floating around somewhere.

That said, he is clearly not expecting to be touched as he hurries to his car through the rain. It doesn’t matter how light the touch…Silas has a thing about not being touched. The werewolf’s reaction could be seen as comical to the casual observer…even if it’s more than slightly ridiculous. Silas yelps at the light touch, jumping a good foot in the air and half whirling around to face the offending woman, losing his footing on wet ground to fall straight on his ass on the wet ground.

He sits there for a moment, as if he doesn’t realize what’s happened to him for a long time while he blinks blearily up at the woman. When it finally hits him, Silas’ face goes red, eyes start twitching and his neck veins bulge curiously. He tries to calm down; tries to remind himself that she didn’t mean any harm by it, but he’s deadly exhausted and has had a bad day as it is. He’s only able to temper his response a little. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing sneaking up on people in dark parking lots?” He growls loudly, narrowing green-brown eyes at her. “You could have given me a fucking heart attack. Jesus Christ.”

It’s then that Silas realizes he’s spread out in an ungainly sprawl on the ground and his clothes are getting absolutely soaked through. He grumbles, fumbling for his briefcase in the dark and making sure that it didn’t come open in his fall. All he fucking needs right now is for all his work to get soaked. The doctor scrambles to his feet, trying to regain some semblance of dignity in front of this woman when she’d very clearly saw him falling on his ass and probably failing greatly.

Silas pops the collar of his coat and pulls it more tightly around him…like that’s going to do any good when it’s already soaked through and dripping…but it looks good, okay? He glares at the woman, looking over her carefully for a moment. She’s quite attractive…if you were into that sort of thing – ‘that sort of thing’ is women – but Silas is nothing but strange about the usual conformity of attraction and lust. Where most men would probably be taken in by her looks alone, Silas only glares at her, grumbling lightly under his breath. “Why do you want a ride? You aren’t some junkie who’s going to make me drive to the middle of nowhere and kill me, are you?” It certainly seemed like she could be a junkie, but Silas usually thought that about most people who didn’t wear fancy suits all the time and drink bourbon.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Her hand lifted immediately from his shoulder when she felt his body flinch in response to her touch. She took a step back sensing the enraged response that would whirl around and meet her, but when he fell she gasped in surprise. It's not everyday she watched a tall upstanding man slip and fall at her feet. Immediately, Aelevi crouched down to his level and peered at him closely. She rocked on her heels, feeling the cuffs of her jeans soak in the collecting puddles beneath her feet. He looked tired, almost bedraggled and for a moment his features were soft in confusion. He must have had a long day, she thought. It took the man several moments to react to the situation and his screaming knocked her off her own feet.

"Whoa," she yelped, "aw… shit!"

Aelevi instantly regretted crouching down to see if he was OK now she had her own wet ass to deal with. She jumped to her feet and peered over her shoulder, curving her waist towards her gaze, really trying to bend over backwards to glimpse her butt and see how soaked it was. Silas was still yelling, but she missed most of his temper tantrum. Aelevi sighed and gave up trying to look at the seat of her pants. In normal circumstances she would have asked this guy if he was all right or would have offered a hand to help him up, but he obviously didn't want that.

While Silas collected himself, she took note of his briefcase and her mind started cooking up a few guesses of his occupation or his reason for being outside Boston's hospital. She narrowed down her assumptions to three, a hospital administrator, a doctor or a patient. This information was worth knowing, she would attempt to redeem herself to reap it, even if he was being an asshole. He popped his collar and snarled at her, although she didn't say anything her face scrutinized his behavior with knitted brows and a disdainful frown.

She dropped her look when he spoke to her directly about what she wanted. Aelevi didn't take offense to him calling her a junkie because she made a living as an informant for the police, so being called a junkie almost made her shrug. But she wanted to get on his good side, so instead she said,

"Wow," her voice dragged out the word with a sarcastic tone. "Do you normally ask regular people on the street if they're junkies, or are you always just a judgmental asshole?" She put her hands on her hips and made sure to make it clear that she was looking him from top to bottom, meeting his eyes again with a defiant stare. "You must be a doctor, huh?"

She sighed, dropping her hands from her waist and pursed her lips together. She looked away from him. "I'm sorry, you of all people probably know how exhausting a long hard day is. I bet you just want to go home, take a hot shower and go to bed," she said, looking up at him again. Her eyes softened, she was trying to think of things she loved like chocolate, puppies and warm apple cider. The emotions she could display in her eyes alone made lies all the more believable.

"I was wondering if you could give me a ride to the train station, but since I've caused you so much trouble already, maybe we could go get a drink together," she explained. "I mean, GOD! It's the least I could do," her voice growing louder, bubbly and she laughed. "We both have wet asses, and it's my fault. But you know, hard liquor with a stranger is way better than going home alone." Aelevi wasn't trying to hit on him, hell; she never had to try. But her whole purpose of getting to know this guy was to get him to prescribe her the pain relievers she needed.

"Whatta ya say?" She tilted her head to the side and peered up at him, taking a step closer this time. She wanted to totally mess with him and fake out a punch to his arm. Maybe later, maybe when she was drunk and she could play it off as being drunk. Yeah, that was a good trade-off she thought.

[Zephyr]

Silas tries to muster a little bit of regret that he caused the woman to fall into the water too, but he just really can’t give any fucks…no matter how hard he tries. Even cold and wet and miserable as fuck Silas is observant, and he notices that she doesn’t even react to him calling her a junkie. It’s interesting at best and he tucks the information away, even though he doesn’t expect to see this woman anymore after tonight. It’s not like he goes around associating with people like her…and he doesn’t expect to be associating with her much more tonight, either.

He lifts his eyebrows at her comment; doesn’t take it upon himself to answer her because he doesn’t see the importance of answering the question, because the answer will be invariably, yes. While Silas doesn’t go around calling random people junkies, he usually does judge people without talking to them first. Most people are either hobo or junkie, or both. So Silas would consider himself a judgmental asshole, but it isn’t like anyone else has to know this.

Her second comment does get more of a reaction out of him, and the surgeon’s eyes widen, his hands twitching visible over the handle of his briefcase. “The hell?” He growls, surprise in his voice. “How the fuck did you know that?” Even though he could have denied the fact that he was a doctor and continued on his way, the thought honestly doesn’t cross his mind.

Of course she doesn’t answer his question. She just keeps going about all the things Silas really would fucking rather be doing right now than talking to some girl out in the rain…and hell. The fact that any other man would kill to be in his position right now is not lost on him. He just…isn’t interested. Silas is thinking of a way that he can gracefully extract himself from the situation when she starts talking about getting a drink.

And despite how much Silas just wants to fucking blow her off and go pass out in bed, she’s completely right…though how she knows Silas is going home alone is something he conveniently ignores in favor of the lure of alcohol…the idea of going home alone overrides the overwhelming exhaustion that wracks his body. Even though he’s so fucking tired, he knows he’ll be awake for hours yet thinking about Matthias. So, instead of doing the smart thing and telling the girl no, Silas visibly relaxes and he shrugs lightly, turning to walk back towards his car without another word until he gets there, opens the door and throws his briefcase into the back seat.

He thinks about bitching about her getting the seat wet, but even Silas has limits, when he knows that he’s going to get his seat completely soaked. He is that much of a hypocrite, but he doesn’t feel the need to point it out. “Well, get the fuck in then.” He rumbles impatiently, slipping into his car and waiting until she’s in before flashing a glance at the girl. “You’re going to make me pay for the fucking drinks, aren’t you?” Normal people would have been pissed off, but Silas has more than enough money and he has long ago accepted the fact that he’s going to be the one paying for most of the things whenever he goes out with someone.

Doesn’t mean he can’t bitch about it.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Her eyes grew wide with his response like an eager children greedily eying up a candy store. She was lucky to stumble into a doctor, now all she needed to do was lull him into a false sense of safety, maybe friendship, before she got what she wanted. There seemed to be an awkward silence between them, it was brief, short, like an intake of breath and then he was turning and walking towards his car. She didn't know what that meant, so she lingered back, not wanting to startle him again. Aelevi absently twisted a blonde ringlet around her finger, the rain sent chills through her body. Silas threw open the backseat and threw his briefcase in and then he turned around and screamed more profanity at her.

"Chill your tits, bro," she shouted back at him.

Aelevi ran to the opposite side of the car, pulled the passenger door open and jumped into her seat like an excited puppy going for a car ride. She closed the door and began to rub her thighs through the dampness of the jeans. She was cold and wet and desperately wanted to change that. His voice startled her, and she jumped in her seat when he snarled. She blinked at him, eyebrows knitting together, confused and concerned. Aelevi began to worry that he had caught on to her, was she in danger sitting in his car? She didn't have any weapons on her and she didn't have her cell either. If this guy wanted to murder her and leave her in a ditch somewhere he would probably get away with it. And while these thoughts rushed through her head, she replied to his question in a surprisingly slow and even tone.

"No…? Junkies have money too, you know," her voice very matter-o-fact. She took pleasure in playing off the assumption he had made. It was her way to take repeated digs at his expense, all the while he would be none the wiser about her real occupation. "No offense, but I probably have more money than you. I don't compensate by buying fancy things," she said, visibly looking down at his crotch, turning away with a smug laugh. The thoughts of being left in a ditch somewhere fleeting in her mind. She would make the most of the situation regardless of the end result.

She watched as he put the car into gear, expecting a mouthy return. Aelevi slid in her seat, the leather squelched beneath her.

"I'm going to have to buy you a lot of drinks to compensate for the desecration of your car seats," she said, wiggling back and forth to make squeaky ripping sounds. She figured he could pick which bar he wanted to go to, it really didn't matter to her since she didn't live in this area. She just wanted to go to a bar, a comfy welcoming bar with lots of liquor to warm her up so she could forget about the drenched clothing she was wearing.

Aelevi reached out a hand to fiddle with the heater knobs, wanting to turn them up full blast. She kept glancing at him as she did this, knowing he'd probably protest to it. Regardless of his possible angry bitching she'd ask, "so, what's your name, doc? I like to know the names of all my drinkin' buddies." She pulled back from the knobs and reluctantly pressed her back against the seat, trying to sit without fidgeting.