Monster Hospital, Joint Fic by: Ambrosia and Mena

Surprise, surprise!

MONSTER HOSPITAL


Disclaimer: We do not know or have any affiliations with the celebrities
mentioned in this fiction. It is sheerly a fabrication of our shared minds. Some of the medical procedures may not be precisely correct, but the medications should be accurate. All brand names mentioned are trademarked and registered to their respective manufacturers.

Some of these situations are drawn from real life, personal experiences faced in a hosptial. Our patients, however, are all creations. Watch out, you may recognize some of them!

Finally, a big thank you to 'Grey's Anatomy' and all the inspiration it brings us along with the fact that it gave birth to the Mc-name.

Another huge thank you goes to all our friends on this board… you were not expecting this, were you? We can just hope you’ll enjoy reading this story as much as we enjoy writing it. What started out as an entertaining past-time just a few short months ago has now become a joint fiction.

Personal warning from Mena: as you all know I am not a physician and I never had the chance to see the glorious city of New Orleans or Metairie with my own eyes. So, a huge thank you to my co-writer for fixing up all the imperfections on geography and most of all medicine, supplying with her knowledge where my understanding and research lack in precision.

The order of posts doesn’t always respect the order of writing. As to say, one writer might post chapters that the other wrote, for matters of time, chance, etc. It doesn’t mean much, though, because the majority of the narration is the result of a massive brainstorming we did in sync. It was almost scary, sometimes, to see how much we think alike!

This story is rated PG-13 for minor violence, minor coarse language, and suggestive adult themes.

Soundtrack*:

1. Monster Hospital by Metric
2. Pour Some Sugar on me by Def Leppard
3. She's Madonna by Robbie Williams
4. When you were Young by the Killers
5. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey
6. Fidelity by Regina Spektor
7. Violet. By Savage Garden
8. Where are we runnin’? by Lenny Kravitz
9. Under Pressure by Queen
10. A Place to Crash by Robbie Williams
11. Shake the Disease by Depeche Mode

*You’ll notice that on the banners there is a different tagline for every character. We tried to pick songs that suit them all, and you’ll find some of them here and there all throughout the story. Of course if you want to google the lyrics we can’t stop you, but… be careful what you fish for!



And, finally before we begin, the cast of characters and their respective banners!

List of characters (in alphabetical order)

Cate Blanchett
Orlando Bloom
Violet Bordet -------------------Ambrosia
Gerard Butler
Ramona Cameron------------Skilos
Johnny Depp
Nyla Flynn-----------------------Blondie
Jake Gyllenhaal
April Jung------------------------Ninque elen
Jaylynn-Rose Lindquist-----Jaime Girl
Ruby Martini--------------------Mena
James McAvoy
Wentworth Miller
Dominic Monaghan
Walter Pierron
Samantha Reynard-----------Sammi
Elizabeth Shameson----------Kit-Kat
Avery Sheridan ----------------LijSunshine06
Stuart Townsend
Andrea Wood ------------------WhiteAndie
Elijah Wood











Now, on to our prologue...

To Mena...how could I do anything without you?



September 1984

When it rains it pours.

Walter Pierron slowly pulled the surgical cap from his graying head, not bothering to alter the mussed hair lying in its wake. The lines beneath his eyes were just starting to pull into that exhausted state, thirty hours strong at a busy charity hospital can put even the youngest of doctors at a disadvantage. And, to put it nicely, Pierron was by no means a wide-eyed innocent.

Standing tall before a dirty window, the man ignored the grease smudges left from careless fingers as he looked beyond at the weather-beaten day. The Huey P. Long Hospital was located in the city of Metarie, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from New Orleans, Louisiana. The heart of the state, pumping its unique culture, jazz, and food through the vena cavae of the Mississippi river…the people ignoring the way their city streets got clogged like arteries full of crime, drugs, and disease.

Yet, the wise old doctor had seen his share of everything. The downsides, the debilitation, the true sight of people who had slipped through the cracks with no access to healthcare or medication. The charity hospital always had its doors open to those in need but it was an uphill battle with patients being continuously lost to follow-up with diseases that needed constant care but were ignored until it was too late. A person needed heart to stay at the Huey Long, whether it be one of gold or stone was always to be debated.

It was a rough day in September as the rain beat at the window with angry, piercing fists. Droplets fell through cracks in the ceiling while the janitor methodically mopped up and down the long hallways. The emergency room was running stop and go with rushes and lulls that were enough to make Doctor Pierron wonder about the benefits of trying to sneak away for a nap.

He had already dealt with two gunshot wounds and brought back one heart attack victim from the brink of darkness. Broken arms and noses had come and gone, food poisoning sickness had been cleansed from the floor and an anxiety attack had promptly been shipped away to psych. Coffee or a cold, narrow cot in the break-room were the two appealing options lying before Pierron’s feet just as the radio began blaring out, causing his body to turn from the crying window.

“We have three MVA’s in route with an estimated arrival of four minutes,” a harried and tired looking nurse called aloud after listening to the emergency department dispatch. People began scurrying to get things ready, moving like perfectly trained ants following well-planned pathways.

For Doctor Pierron’s part, he pulled on a sterile coat and glasses while jerking latex gloves over his fingers. The emergency room doors slid open before him as he marched out, gusts of cold mist kissing his cheeks. The sirens could be heard before their red flashings were seen, two ambulances pulling up simultaneously.

“Thirty-two year old male, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest,” the paramedic screamed above the general chaos, locking eyes with Doctor Pierron, “Unconscious at the scene…he was the driver.”

With quick directions to the wide-eyed interns standing around him, Doctor Pierron waved the injured man’s gurney inside as he waited to find out the update on the other two victims before rushing back through the doors of the hospital.

However, he needed no words at all when the young woman was taken out of the ambulance on her makeshift bed…the paleness of her skin and the large, angry cut across her head made it all very clear. She had been ejected from the car, it was obvious that there would be nothing they could do for her with such a severe head injury.

Pierron ordered a resident to begin supportive care nonetheless, as he impatiently waited for the third motor vehicle accident victim. He knew there was a chance with the man if they stabilized and operated immediately. Hollering against the calamity, Doctor Pierron demanded his answer, “Where is the other victim? The dispatch said there were three.”

A small pair of dark eyes peeked out from the gaping mouth of the ambulance, a child’s body creeping from its hiding spot. Pierron felt something strange settle around his heart but only gave a cold nod to the paramedic indicating that he was to bring the little girl in and make sure she was truly untouched. At this moment, the doctor’s job was to see that at least one of her parents lived to raise her.

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The epi and atropine had been pushed, the chest had been compressed. The heart had been stimulated and the bags of blood emptied. The patient had gone into shock, there was nothing left in the end but to call the time of death.

They did everything they could.

Doctor Pierron had always hated those words but it was standard procedure. Approach an anxious family, look them in the eyes, and then mutter that ridiculous phrase that serves no comfort nor offers any peace. They know what it means all the same so what was the use of sugar-coating it? Death is finality, a frigid truth that cannot be avoided. Thus, the doctors find a way to dance around it on tip-toes by uttering their little phrase. And, Pierron was well prepared to say the words except for one imposing issue.

He had never said them to a child before.

Slowly, he pushed his way through the ER doors, careful to have already discarded any items of clothing that had remnants of blood. For the second time in a few short hours, he tiredly removed the surgical cap from his head and faced a room full of expectant faces. Ignoring them all save one, Pierron made his way to the corner of the room where a little girl sat next to the hospital’s social worker.

“How are you?” Doctor Pierron asked in a strange tone, stooping to stand at the child’s height. He had never been comfortable treating kids…pediatrics was a nightmare for him. He had nieces and nephews, but with no true child of his own the man was not used to constantly communicating on their level.

The small girl slid off a seat to stand before the doctor, her dark hair severely threaded in two braided pigtails on each side of her head. They were both still damp with moisture and the man noticed the child’s fingers clutched a dripping wet teddy bear. She had a towel draped over her thin shoulders and Pierron guessed that she couldn’t be more than seven years old. The social worker, Jane, kindly tried to settle the soaked teddy bear on the chair behind the child but the girl clutched it with a strength that belied her size.

“You know that you and your parents were in a bad accident,” Doctor Pierron began, his voice gruff with uncertainty as Jane put a bracing arm about the little girl’s body.
“This is Violet Bordet,” Jane stated in a calming tone that the doctor assumed would reassure the child, “And, this is Doctor Pierron. He has been trying to help your mommy and daddy.”

The girl said nothing in response to the social worker’s words, only managing to lift the sodden bear against her chest while her dark gaze settled fixatedly on the doctor before her. He felt strange beneath her intense scrutiny, as though she knew more than she ought, as though she had the eyes of someone a lot older.

“You are not supposed to fly,” Violet finally said, her tone nearly inaudible through the chaos of the ER. A man argued with a nurse as she tried to get him to smoke his cigarette outside, while a frazzled woman bemoaned her six hour wait time. People complained and coughed, noise escalated, but the only thing Pierron could notice was the tiny Bordet child and her ever squinting eyes.

“You aren’t supposed to fly unless you’re an angel,” Violet stated the words once more, her expression pensive, “But, my mommy flew…she flew right out of the car. I think she is an angel now, I think that is what you want to tell me.”

Despite all her years of experience in these types of situations, Doctor Pierron heard Jane gasp aloud in horror and disbelief as her face contorted into pain for the child that had seen such a horrible thing. Ignoring the social worker’s outburst, Pierron took Violet’s arm and pulled her in closer to his body as though by doing so he could shield her from his next words.

“Your parents are both gone now, Violet. Do you know what this means?” he inquired neutrally, disregarding the voice of protest that Jane had suddenly found. He knew she wanted to break the news her way, to talk nonsense to the kid…mumbo jumbo from people who underestimated the strength of children.

The little girl’s eyes were nearly black beneath the fluorescent lighting of the hospital, her form beginning to shiver slightly as she pressed the wet teddy bear against Doctor Pierron’s chest. He could feel the water soaking through his scrub top, a gesture that made him feel like he was sharing the pain seeping away from Violet’s body.

“I guess it means they won’t come back like what happened to my grandma,” Violet stated in a weak tone, “We brought her to this place and then she left forever. Momma said she went to heaven and that meant we couldn’t see her anymore. So, it happened again, then…I don’t like this place.”

At these words, the social worker latched onto the doctor and jerked him upright, clawing at his shoulder to get him to step away from the child. Jane’s eyes were blazing as she flew head first into a tirade, growing more annoyed when she made no dent in Pierron’s placid facial expression.

“How could you tell her like that?” Jane demanded shrilly, nearly hysterically, “She is a child! She has no concept of understanding something as definite as death. You could have just scarred her for life!”

“She is an orphan,” Pierron’s lips moved slowly, “This morning she woke up with her parents and tonight she will go to bed knowing she won’t see them ever again. I say if something scarred her for life today, it wasn’t me.”

“But, you shouldn’t have…” Jane began but the doctor cut her off.

“Notify her other family, have someone come and pick the little girl up. She doesn’t need to be sitting in this hospital all night in wet clothes. Besides, she will feel more comfortable around people she knows,” Pierron stated, moving to turn and gather up another patient….anything to forget the chilling look in little Violet’s eyes.

“We can’t seem to find any connections,” Jane’s halting tone floated to the doctor’s ears, causing him to remain rooted at the spot, “I was about to notify social services and get her set up for foster care until a relative can be located.”

“No,” Pierron blurted out quickly, making Jane stare at him in confusion, “You better find someone tonight…an aunt, a cousin, a long-lost uncle. I really don’t care but there is going to be a better option for this child than foster care. You know how the system is around here.”

The pregnant pause that followed said enough for the both of them as Pierron and Jane visualized all the kids who came through the ER doors with unexplainable bruises, bones poking out beneath their shirts, or bugs crawling in their hair. The thought of a grieving child going straight to that fate was enough to make the doctor stop his mind from erasing Violet away.

She was still standing at his feet, the braids were still wet. Her body was swaying back and forth as she cried quietly, unable to comprehend everything that was happening in her suddenly very grown up world.

Spur of the moment decisions had always ruled Doctor Pierron, not because he was impulsive but due to the fact that when the outcome of a person’s life was in your hands you did not have the luxury of time or second-guessing. So, he did what he always did and made a choice without a moment’s hesitation.

“Keep trying to find her family,” Pierron ordered of Jane, “In the meantime, she can stay with me and Nancy. My wife is registered in the system, she used to have foster kids all the time.”

The social worker looked shocked over this suggestion, but the doctor didn’t want to give her time to question. He walked away at his fast pace, straight through the curtain where the patient’s body still laid. Someone had cleaned the blood up and Pierron couldn’t help but recognize some of Violet’s features on the man’s peaceful face.

A tiny noise sounded from beside the doctor as he realized the little girl had followed him into the room. He didn’t have anything to say to her as she mentally said a good-bye to her father. She cried a little, mostly sniffles that sounded strange to his ears. Pierron had no knowledge of how to help her make sense of any of it.

But, when she slipped her tiny hand into his the doctor didn’t let go. They stayed a long while in the room, neither making a sound.

Amazing.

That's all I can say right now Anna and Amber, amazing.

I can't wait to see more, I can tell already that this is going to be an amazing story by two very talented writers. Two of my favorites lol.

Thank you for putting me in this, like I said, I truly am honored.

to both!

Katie

So I came back from a boring class, trying to make me remember why I chose finances instead an interesting major and boom! I'm surprised by a pm telling me that my two favorite writers are doing a fic together!! And in a hospital! And my character mentioning two lovers.. How cool is that? I said, not sure if I was going to find something better than that..

But then, I said, why not walk around ewac, and boom! I found the story posted! And I screamed and jumped. Just when I thought things couldn't be better I read it and I found out that I'm already in love with the story..!! So, let's face it. You made my day ladies! And now I'll be here trying to live a fantasy far far away from boring finances and living something that I'm not sure I'd live in the real life but because of you, I can enjoy every single second..!!

I am so excited that my fingers are shaking while I type... seriously! (lol).

Oh guys, you have absolutely no idea of hwo badly we were waiting to post this!

This story is saving my life, I've been waning to write with Ambra for ages and I dare say (and those who know how self conscious I am will get this) that I'm very satisfied of thi story, so far. I hope ya'll will stick around!

Now, let's start quoting...

*is serious*

A story taht begins with Cletus is born to be wild and great (and I don't say it because I'm co-writing it!). He is the greaters father figure ever, but without being cheesy. eading about him here, how steady and firm he is, gives me he strength to follow him til the worlds end.

And the way he and wee Violet found ach other, it's like they were meant to be, because you pointed out so nicely that he desn't dream of being a father with every fiber of his being, but then, he finds this little girl and something inside him changes for good...

And the image of the little girl holding her toy, with rain dripping from her pigtails was too heartwrenching to behold! In the hands of another writer it would hav sounded pathetic, but not from you.

I said it before, but I'm saying it again (and you'd better get usd to it!) I loved this chapter so much!!!

Oh my goodness!!!!
This is absolutely amazing!!!
Two of my favourite authors writing a fic together - this cannot be anything else then be absolutely brilliant and completley stunning. It is as if someone has handed me the biggest cookie in the world, one sprinkled with chocolate!! And I am feeling incredibly pleases, happy and flattered that I am in this. As for the name; it really made me giggle quite a bit *grins* Now were did you come up with something like that *winks* I am wondering if it is an indication of the kind of doctor I will be - that is asuming I will be one of course.


There is however one thing that scares me quite a bit - and I am feeling quite worried over it. Each of you on his own and seperate all ready can manage to write stories that tear your heart out and choke you with fear and tear. Imagine such a force combined *gasps* I can only tremble by the prospect of such a thing *shivers* I really think I will need to come up with a way to have some revenge for all the things you are going to torture me with *grins*


Ah but I am super excited about this and the ontroduction was absolutely perfect. I love how you described the day of a "normal" hospital doctor and the way it suddenly is turned around by the sight of a little girl with a dripping teddy who has just lost her parents. It was very heartbreaking to read - and I loved how the doctor instantly stuck up for her and wanted to protect her. Makes me like him instantly! Stunning, absolutely stunning and I am very curious to read were this will all lead to and why it is called monster hospital. Do we get supernatural monsters in it?????


Well I will sit back and wait patiently - I cannot wait to start reading the rest of it!

Wow, that was amazing Anna and Amber, I thought that was a brilliantly written prologue. It made me cry reading it. I can not wait to read more, sorry for the lame reply but in a rush and will reply better next time. Great job you two.

~Kit-Kat~

Even worse than that, we'll have ordinary people in all their dramatic glory!!

Thank y'all for your replies.... more Cletus anyone?




Monster hospital, can you please release me?
You hold my hands down, I've been bad.
You hold my arms down, I've been bad.
I've been bad, I've been bad.


I fought the war but the war won


Chapter One


Present day.


The Head of Residents at the Huey P. Long Memorial Center, Dr. Johnny Depp, walked down the corridors of the hospital feeling grateful for the sudden, unexpected moment of stillness that lingered in the unusually empty spaces. The late hour greeted him with a silence that helped to soothe his mind from the constant troubles that usually plagued his brain and he slightly quickened his pace, feeling a little lighter.


Doctor Depp was so used to the hurried, crazy life of the clinic that he felt like he had been part of it forever, but on that moment, when only the low buzz of the air conditioner filled his ears, a striking sense of realization hit him: for an instant, he recognized the peace like something vaguely familiar, something that belonged to a long forsaken period of his life when he still was someone else other than a doctor… when he still had a life outside those walls.


Only a few people in his position were lucky enough or simply able to maintain a scrap of life in between the long, exhausting work shifts, and Dr. Depp was honest enough to admit he wasn’t one of them. Sure, nothing could compare to the gratifying rush of adrenaline he experienced every day, the addictive slap of energy that saving lives brings along. It was a sensation that was powerful enough to nullify the bites of disappointment that commitment brought.


It was the satisfaction he recalled after a rough day that protected him from the pain of small things, things that we tend to take for granted as ordinary human beings and that when they are missed hurt more than we’d expect.


The moment Dr Depp hated the most was when, at any hour of the day or night, he pushed the door of his house open and he was welcomed by the lonely sight of the empty place.


There was nobody waiting for him at home, so far. Nobody to share in detail that satisfaction he cherished, nobody to surprise him with a small gesture of sympathy.


It was all about the small things, Dr Depp thought: the deep familiarity of an understanding nod that doesn’t need words to follow, the simple squeeze of a hand on his arm. It was all there, in the complicity of silence that springs from trust and a good amount of tolerance.


His occasional relationship never lasted enough to bring the knowledge necessary to that kind of trust. The few times he attempted to keep them standing, they had helplessly crashed against the hard walls that his job had built around him: the angry talks late at night, the tearful recriminations that punctually ended with a slam of doors or phone receivers had, through the years, stolen the better part of his energy and good intentions to the point he’d rather be alone than face them again.


Sighing, Dr. Depp stopped before the door of his Chief’s office and knocked discreetly. Thinking about the older doctor, Johnny felt the familiar sense of admiration take him over, not just for the brilliant, steady professional skill of that man but also because Pierron had managed in succeeding where he failed: he wasn’t just a doctor but a husband and a father, too. Opening the door of the office, Dr. Depp wondered if he’d ever manage to fill the gap that made Pierron’s life so good compared to his own.


The old Chief of medicine was on the phone when Johnny entered, but he invited him to sit with a friendly nod of his head.


“I will, dear,” he was saying, “but you know she won’t listen to me. She’s a woman, now… of course I’ll try, dear! Don’t I do it all the time?”


Pierron concluded the call with a soft laughter and placed the phone receiver down before tossing a sympathetic look at the younger man from behind his lenses.


“Thanks for coming, Johnny.” He said, “It’s going to be short, I promise.”


Dr Depp shrugged, like meaning he didn’t mind to hold.
“I read attentively the five files you gave me, Chief,” he commented, hitting the nail on the head immediately, “I’m not sure how much of my mind I can express, though…”


Pierron smiled warmly, “Now, Johnny! I appreciate your subtle reminder about my upper position in the pyramid of power, but I can assure you that my decision to ask for a consult from you was all but a sign of generosity. As Head of Residents, the enrollment of a new neurosurgeon concerns you just as much as it concerns me, and it would be extremely illogical from my part to act like I was the only one involved in this choice.”


He folded his arms across his chest and relaxed against his seat, suddenly turning serious, “Besides, you are one of my closest collaborators and one of the best doctors I ever worked with, so quit being modest, please.”


Dr. Depp felt his heart flutter in his chest despite himself: it rarely happened to receive a direct compliment from Dr. Pierron.


“So now, tell me who you think would be the best choice out of the five neurologists I informed you of.”


Dr. Depp stood the Chief’s stare with renewed confidence.


“The woman from Harvard, Dr. Ruby Martini.” He answered calmly.


“Why?” Pierron questioned in a flat tone.


“Because her credentials are extremely good: she was on top of her class during college, as well as in her internship program. She’s young, and hopefully her mind is still fresh and trained to learn which will make it easier for her to fit in. Not to mention, she is not old enough to be tired of this job already.” He smiled.


Dr Pierron seemed to ponder on his words.
“And let’s not forget that she comes from a proletarian family and she got to her current position by working very hard,” Pierron said, a glint of understanding in his eyes, “a headstrong youth full of enthusiasm and a Harvard graduate, no less. She picked neurology instead of endocrinology, but besides that, she is just like you, right?”


Dr. Depp gasped.
“This is not why I’m choosing her,” he said defensively.


“Of course not!” Pierron reassured him, “And still, you’d agree her premises are reassuringly familiar, right? I know you thought attentively about all the pros and cons of inviting a self-made Harvard minion into our house, Johnny… I did exactly the same when I hired you. I made the right choice, back then. Let’s only hope we are right this time, too.”


Dr. Depp sensed relief spread inside him, “So, you would have chosen Dr. Martini, too?”


“I would have, yes,” Pierron confessed, “But I want you to get this straight, Johnny: this time it’s your decision.”


A soft knock at the door interrupted them. When Dr. Depp turned in his chair, he saw Dr. Wentworth Miller, the oncologist, poke his head into the office.
“Excuse me, Chief, you called me?” Dr. Miller asked respectfully.


“Oh, Wentworth! Yes, yes, thanks for coming. Come in, take a seat.”


Dr. Depp gave a discreet, friendly nod of his head when the oncologist sat in the vacant chair next to his own: he liked Dr. Miller, he was one of those people who are graced from birth with the natural gift of making people feel at ease even in the hardest moments, a handy quality with his profession. He had witnessed the man calm down a hysterical patient to whom he had just broken the worst possible news with a simple touch of his hand and a long, intense look.


Right now, the murky green eyes of the oncologist were fixed on the ones of their Chief and he was clearly struggling to guess the reason why the older doctor had summoned him. Dr. Depp did the same: he wondered why Dr. Pierron had called Dr. Miller for that private reunion, given that he apparently had nothing to do with the decision to be made. Sure, he was a brilliant doctor and the hire of a new neurologist affected them all. Dr. Miller was a Harvard graduate, just like he was, but still…


Suddenly, Dr. Depp remembered a short line written in the personal file that was now on Dr. Pierron’s desk and his mouth dried at once.


He shot a panicked look at the older doctor across the desk: how could he have forgotten about it? Okay, his days were so busy that he didn’t have much time for details, but that was not a negligible piece of information! He tried to catch Pierron’s eye, but the older man’s gaze was on the oncologist.


“How can I help you, Chief?” Dr. Miller was saying, and Johnny realized the moment was lost. He looked at Pierron, who seemed perfectly at ease.


“Dr. Depp and I were discussing hiring options. Now that Dr. Morgan has officially decided to retire, we need a new neurosurgeon. I’d like to know your opinion on the matter.”


“My opinion?” Dr. Miller repeated, confused. He shifted his gaze between the two doctors, and Johnny noticed he was clearly struggling to ask them why. It was rare to see Dr. Miller wear emotions on his sleeve like that, but of course, Dr. Pierron’s words were definitely confusing.


“Of course, Chief.” Dr. Miller resumed in answering after a moment. His face was back to its usual unreadable expression.


Seeing his colleague lean back in his chair, ready to listen to them, Dr. Depp wondered if Pierron had made the right choice to summon Wentworth Miller, out of all people, to discuss that matter. Pierron’s words of a few minutes before resounded in his ears: the old doctor told him he had been right to hire Johnny, and that he supported his decisions as new Head of Residents.


“Let’s only hope he is right this time, too,” Depp thought.


Monster movie, Daddy Warbucks up against Bobby Fuller
And he beat him hands down
Lead in the head
Put a little lead in his head.

I fought the war but the war won't stop for the love of god.
I fought the war but the war won



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Song credits: Monster Hospital by Metric

You have made my day!

Please realize that I just got back from a small family vacation and am now in the process of shaking off all the little irritations that come with such a family filled vacation. It was fun... but boy, I am so glad to be home. Then I open my mail box and see that I have a PM. A joint fic.


Amber and Anna


It left me shuddering in my boots with anticipation, so I go to Ewac and see that it is already posted. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And I'm in it (not yet but still...) I mean can you say EXCITEMENT!!! The lyrics were obvious. Objection Tango by Shakira. But who's attention do I want. Do I get my own MCsteamy/dreamy/whatever... And what kind of interns are we. Doctors, Surgery?


Eeeep I am bursting with questions. As for the prologue... Intense and Dramatic. I loved it. A good point was made. Adults always talk to kids in riddles and rhymes while they all forget children are way more resilliant than the aforementioned adults. The interaction between Dr. Pierron and the little girl was fenomenal.


GOD!!!! I just looked down to check some info and Mena posted. Gotta go read.


Be right back.

Love, Moon

BAACK!!!!!


Okay Mena!!! In with the goodyness of Wentworth Miller... How I share your'e drooling qualities over this man. Just the thought of him and a white lab coat(shudders and wipes drool). Who needs Grey's Anatomy Mc dreamy, when we have this! The picture of Johnny made me a bit sad though. He deserves a good woman too! But he is right, a job that demanding is problematic.


Hospitals and Hollywood.... The highest divorce rates I tell you.


I am totally hyped about this. I can just see the three men in the office sharing looks. And the way you discribed Went's surprise. All Hail to you.


Please give more!

I know you will be disappointed by my reply, but hey! You must face the hard truth every now and then...



YOU GIRLS ROCK!!!!



Honestly!
Ghghghghghg!!!!
I think you two will be doing lots of victimes around EWAC! I like the idea and how you mean to spin the web... I am not promising anything, but I'll try to catch up with this story as you post new chapters!


Great!



And... can I sport one of your beautiful banners around, ladies?

Need to ask???

I was so DEAD when i read your reply... I thought my eyes were deceiving me! I so hope you'll manage to take a look at this, because it is good for anxiety and work-induced stress (and I talk by personal experience, trust me!)



And Moon, weee, I'm glad you're exited about this story, and I hope you'll like what we have in store for you... and for everybody!

We actually took some liberties with internships, here, because we have a lot of different doctors working on different fields. But... you'll see!

Thank you both, ladies!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! Another update.

I loved it Anna, seriously. Brilliant. Wonderful. Amazing.

Sorry its so short; I'm only home for a few minutes. I'm going out dancing with my friend again and I was suppose to meet him 10 minutes ago haha!

Loved it! Can't wait to see more

Katie

Quote's time..!!!
Pss.. I know that you've missed them..!

Just give me a minute to drool over the sight of Johnny Depp dressed up as a doctor. Ok. Then give me a minute to pretend that I'm choking so he can come here and give mouth to mouth breathing

That made me incredibily sad. It's awful when you find yourself so lost in the work that you see your life passing by and you have no idea of how getting it back,

The secret is: get a life with someone IN the hospital so you can see each other between shifts No harm done.

I wanted to be a doctor. Did you know that? I wished that I could have the strenght and the dedication to be a doctor. But I don't have it, and it was a sad realization, I must add.

You know that is something that can be arranged.

It can be arranged by buying a dog that can move his tail when he arrives, lick his feet and stare at him pretending that he listens.. perfect

I guess he just hasn't found what he has been looking for

I always get confused by you girls... It's the old chief Cletus? I'm 90% sure that he is but well, we can't know with our two amazing wrtiers

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It's just too sexy to imagine him with his white and blue clothes talking so seriously and so professional
Ok back to the story.

Johnny: Because, you see, it's young, and attractive and intelligent and there are too many of us guys here. We need a change, and why not a sexy girl for a change? And besides that she isfrom my alma mater so it'll be easier for me to get along with her, and without talking for all the possibilities. I mean, I've already said that I felt lonely so I find this as a perfect opportunity to remedy that. And because she is so young, well, let's say that she won't know all my tantics and my ways to gain her over. Let's face it, it'll be easier for you because you'll have an intelligent doctor and it'll be easier for me because I'll have hot, young doctor.

Or in another words...

Cletus is pretty intelligent. Basically he said my words but in a more intelligent way

Yeah right. You know? We can read your thoughts, we know that you're lonely. So ahem,

Can I sense a bit of jealously here? Maybe a little competition for Johnny dear?

Obviously, jealously. Maybe he is afraid that Dr. Miller would conquer new doctor faster than him. You know, pretending that he alredy accepted that he wants to hire the new doctor because of that.

I wonder, does the resumès have pictures?

Loving the story. Loving the characters. A present for the writers =)

Yay, new chapter! Great job Anna, I loved it. I can't wait to see which doctors I get to work with, any McDreamy/McSteamy ones? I sure hope so. Anyways, I loved getting to meet Johnny and Wentworth, 2 hot docs if you ask me and I can't wait to see where all of this is going. Update soon it was brilliant!

~Kit-Kat~

Oh SQUUEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a happy surprise...it's just like Grey's, only better, 'cuz it's got US!!! lol

I loooooooooove that we've got Cletus back, he makes me so happy I could cry! And I absolutely LOVED those first chaps, I can't even describe how happy they make me!

This is for my two best girls, all I can say is SQUUEEEEEEEE!!!!

Couldn't say it better..!!!

Hey babe,

Sorry for being late - you know how hectic my days have been lately.
But I really wanted to say that this was an incredible chapter.
You absolutely managed to create sympathy for the characters that are displayed here. It is so easy to see them as real, to feel their pain, their emotions. To share their thoughts, their dreams, hopes and their disapointments. It is truly stunning how you can make them so life like - but it sure feels great and it is a joy to read.


I am absolutely dying to know in which direction this is heading and I am looking forward to reading more soon. So far the both of you have posted amazing chappies that leaves me wondering what the two of you are up to.


LOVE IT!!!!!

boehaaha! I'm afraid we are up to an awful lot.

I am so glad ya'll are loving it! And, how happy it makes me that Cletus has become a household name. He would be so proud...he is still being the best mentor he can be and helping me pass the State Law exam.

Thanks for all the replies! Andie, you are a quoting champ, baby!

Another hot doctor, anyone?

Chapter Two

Twisting lazily, Violet Bordet blew at the wisps of bangs the crowded her forehead. Her breath pushed the hair up from her heated skin, causing a moment of respite from the sticky humidity of a Louisiana summer. The open window did worse damage than aide in the battle against heat. Of all the times for the break-room air conditioner to malfunction!

Fixating her glance outside, the woman briefly scanned the faded and dingy walls of what once was Huey P. Long Memorial Center. The structure rose in the horizon like an ugly stamp of the past marring the picture-perfect view and doing much tugging on the strings of memories in Violet’s brain. Making an annoyed face, she pushed those thoughts away and recollected the surprise of the community when the oldest charity hospital closed its doors.

About fifteen years ago, a new charity hospital had opened in New Orleans, making the one that sat in Metairie obsolete. Yet, in its demise a novel and fresh version of the Huey P. rose to glory…an innovative teaching hospital, one that solved the hard cases, hosted clinical trials, and attracted some of the brightest new doctors in the States. It was almost comical how things could change so greatly. Now, the broken structure that obstructed Violet’s view was a small free clinic which served as a safe haven for those patients who couldn’t make it all the way to the shiny Pontchartrain Charity Hospital.

As she settled herself down on the narrow and uncomfortable cot, Violet tried to remember a time when Huey P. didn’t have a hold of her life. It seemed like for as long as she could remember the monster jaws of the hospital would open up each morning and swallow her whole. After all, she had practically grown up in its sterile wards.

“Each time you move it makes a rustlin’ sound and I cannot sleep!” a cranky, Scottish voice echoed in Violet’s ears as she rolled about once more just for good measure.

Gerry snorted from overhead….he always liked to be on top…and let out a nice, innocent curse. Scooting over to the very edge of the bunk bed, the young woman peered up so that she could meet the irritation dancing in her friend’s grayish-blue eyes. The Scotsman stared down at her with the hint of a frown on his lips, one that Violet recognized and diagnosed quite easily as being caused from sleep deprivation.

“You’re hot,” Violet pointed out matter-of-factly, assessing the way Gerry’s hair stuck against his forehead in a sweaty, plastered manner.
“Well, all women know that,” Gerry purred smoothly, “It is beside the point. I have consequentially gotten thirty seconds of sleep in the past thirty hours and it is so warm in here the flesh is practically melting off my bones. I am past the point of no return here!”

“Whatever,” Violet shot back, “At least you don’t have a ragged mop of thick hair all over your head. You couldn’t even begin to know what hot means!”
“You could always shave your head like Britney Spears,” Gerry joked, gaining a swift kick in his back from beneath the bunk bed.

Violet twisted again against the sheets as she desperately sought a comfortable position. None was to be had, however, and she vaguely entertained the idea of bringing up the idea at the next staff meeting of getting new beds in the break-room.

“Lichen, you gotta hold still or I’m gonna go berserk!” Gerry yelped in frustration, using an old nickname for his best friend.
“Yes, yes, Fungi, I am trying,” Violet shot back with equal fervor.

Lichen and Fungi…Fungi and Lichen…it was nicknames given to the two in med school because they spent so much time together it was like they lived in symbiosis just as the lichen and fungi did. One depended on the other for livelihood and vice versa. Yet, at this point, Lichen couldn’t stop moving and Fungi could not handle another second of it.

Thus, swinging down like a monkey, Gerry joined his fellow doctor on the bottom mattress. The glorious break-room…a place with no patients, an area to sleep if you actually had some air conditioning, somewhere that provided you time to reflect and think about your busy day. Yet, even better than all that, it afforded a nice, private spot to gossip your filthy guts out.

“Did you hear the innocents were coming tomorrow?” Gerry questioned restlessly, shifting and stealing the pillow from beneath Violet’s head.
“Ummm, interns,” Violet responded with a smile on her face as though he was talking about some sweet, chocolaty confection, “I hope this year’s batch is as fun as last year.”

“You’re wrong to torture them, Dr. Bordet,” Gerry stated poshly, moving and hogging most of the bed until Violet’s body was smashed against the wall. Jabbing the man hard in the side, she regained her ground and pulled a serious face.

“I am mean because they need me to be,” the woman exclaimed firmly, “I make those backbones granite hard instead of the milktoast mush they walk through the door with.”
“Please, don’t call any of them milktoast this year!” Gerry complained with a roll of his eyes, “You made that one guy cry in the bathroom last time!”

“They underestimate me, Ger, they always underestimate me,” Violet mused, chewing on the inside of her lip as her face grew thoughtful. Her friend’s mouth quirked up into a grin as he watched her, pondering how there could be anyone in the world who would doubt Dr. Bordet.

Violet was an orthopedic surgeon and to mention just a few things…she popped shoulders back into position, replaced hips, and had even been known to roll with the spine a time or two. It was a job that required a lot of strength, literally. The woman was nearly six feet tall with arms that could easily have the strength to pop a bone back into place. Gerry himself barely topped her by a few inches and he was commonly known as an intimidating force. Yet, he imagined it was a lot harder for a female doctor to get the respect she deserved.

“No nicknames this time, I promise it,” Violet lied through her teeth, laughing aloud when Gerry snorted. His long fingers slapped over his eyes as he tried in vain to shield himself from the blinding light flowing through the window. It was half past seven in the morning and all the both of them wanted was a real soft and comfy bed.

But, when Huey P. called their names they had no choice but to listen!

“Guess what I heard,” Gerry began in a sing-songy type voice, a tone that peaked Violet’s interest in an instant. Her dark eyes focused on his face, noticing the way his strong lips were set into a smirk. Bopping her head, she moved her hand in the air in a means to make him continue.

“Know how we have that trial going on with that new drug for Parkinson’s disease,” Gerry prompted as he reached and latched his fingers onto a loose drawstring of Violet’s scrub bottoms. She watched him twist it about until she became annoyed, demanding aloud that he continue his story.

“Okay, okay,” Gerry laughed at her impatience, “Well, you know the Chief has been looking for a neurosurgeon ever since ole McBoring play by the rules Dr. Morgan has been talking about retiring. Anyhow, I heard that there is a new pawn entering our little game, coming all the way from Boston!”

“What’s his name?” Violet questioned curiously, grabbing the drawstring from Gerry’s hand and absently starting to chew on it, “How long has he been practicing?”

“Probably been practicing about as long as you,” Gerry nodded with a grin, “And, her name is Ruby Martini.”
“You’re shitting me,” Violet screeched aloud, falling into a fit of mirth over the name. Gerry only held his hands in the air with a wave of innocence as his friend seemed incapable of holding back her laughter. Delirium tremens had nothing on delirium giggles.

“How could she practice with a name like that?” Violet gasped at last, her body still shaking slightly, “She sounds like a fruity drink that college girls binge on at Spring Break.”

“Hey, you’re both color girls,” Gerry threw back with a superior nod, “Violet and Ruby, Ruby and Violet…pretty soon we’ll have all the colors of the rainbow at Huey P.”
“Ruby is not a color of the rainbow,” Violet shook her brown hair loose from its haphazard bun, “Seriously, though, if you know so much about her, you think she’ll be tough enough to cut it here?”

Lounging in a half-sitting position, Gerry shrugged his broad shoulders, “Well, Bordet, we both know this new girl won’t be as tough as me…but I bet she can swing it with the rest of you.”

Violet threw her friend a mock glare as a begrudging grin crept to her lips. Mr. Toughstuff Butler…yeah right. He was a heart surgeon, his hands were precious little digits that couldn’t even afford to gain a sprain. He was a pampered princess in the world of doctors. Violet was the one who had to put her weight into it when she did any procedures.

“I could take you here and now.”

If Gerry was shocked at her words, he couldn’t have felt more surprised than Violet herself. Blame it on exhaustion, throw it up to the heat, or just remember that the night had been long, stifling, and quite hectic. It was time for a little fun.

Leaping from the bed, Gerry jerked the woman from her spot cuddled around a pillow. They both slammed themselves down in two seats facing one another over a small wooden table. An old bag of chips and a half-rotten banana were brushed away to the floor as they prepared themselves for battle.

Locking their hands together in a display of fake bravado, Violet and Gerry eyed each other with their best respective predatory glares. Squeezing against the man’s fingertips, Violet couldn’t stop herself from brewing up even more trouble than it was worth.

“Sure you don’t want to stretch your arm first,” she taunted with sparkling eyes, “I know it has been a trying day of repairing dainty mitral valves and all…hadn’t got much exercise like me. I fixed a femur fracture in a three hundred pound man, ya know.”

“Don’t talk trash,” Gerry countered, slightly shifting back and forth in his seat like a boxer weaving around the ring, “You know you love to be wrapped up in thighs.”

“Gerry!” Violet shrieked in dismay, unable to stop a blush from rising on her cheeks over the brashness of his words. In a flash, she realized her mistake as Gerry tried to take advantage and begin the arm wrestling competition with no fair word of warning. Straining her muscle, Violet tried to hold her ground and at least put up a mediocre amount of a fight.

The battle may have been fair-matched yet the war was over just as soon as it had begun. The door of the break-room was flung open by an elderly gentleman with shrewd eyes that caught everything from their position behind the frames of large glasses. Violet and Gerry stopped in mid-motion like two overgrown children caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“So, making good use of your downtime, Drs. Butler and Bordet,” the man stated solemnly, eyeing the way the younger pair’s arms were locked in a death match. Immediately, Violet blushed and Gerry coughed, both of them shifting uncomfortably.

“Chief,” Violet finally said aloud, “We were just discussing some of our more interesting cases of the day.”

Walter Pierron, chief of medicine at Huey P. Long Hospital just nodded his silver-colored head of hair and placed his attention on Gerry. The younger man rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed gesture, feeling foolish at being caught in such a childish act by one of his biggest mentors.

“Two of you need to keep good tabs on those hands,” the Chief mused, “Each finger is a valuable asset to this hospital.”

An awkward silence filled the cramped area until Pierron moved to speak again, his white coat crisp and bright to Violet’s tired irises. As she watched his stethoscope move slightly on his neck with each shift of his body, she wondered what the Chief had really come in there to talk about.

“Just a reminder, the passel of interns is invading tomorrow,” Doctor Pierron advised with a sage nod, “The two of you better keep them on their toes. No room for any momma’s boys…or girls, for that matter, at Huey P.”

Giggling behind her hand, Violet watched Gerry stand and make his way for the exit with a hurried goodbye to both she and Dr. Pierron. Her friend always was a bit uneasy under the scrutiny of such authority…it was an endearing thing, really.

“So, Violet,” the Chief said when they were alone, “I think there is a little something we need to discuss.”

Nodding, the young doctor tossed a careless look back out the window again, the shadow from the old charity hospital blocking her vision. It always seemed dark there.

Oh goody goody...

Seriously... The point of no return. Brilliant my dear. Absolutely brilliant. I did notice you didn't place your wee little Scott in this fic. I was shocked Am LOL... Really shocked.

Whe are almost up fot tabs... seems The Nazi has found a good replacement in Violet. I loved the companionship and banter between those two.


Sorry this is so short, I have to run to my bus... Gotta work.


Loved it none the less.


Love, Moon

When the story deserves I can be quite competitive hahahaha

Wearing bangs in summer is hell!! I've been there and I lived in a sticky humid little town..!! I feel her!

Hahahahaha that reminds me when I sleep with my sister and I always choose on top. Well, I always love sleeping on the top.

That's why my friend, you and me wouldn't be good together hahaha

hahahahahha!! I loved it!!

I just hate how she just got bold and everyone turned to see her. And now everywhere is a new image of britney and new fake hair...

For some reason when Iread it I thought about Lichi, the japanese fruit that it's all weird from the outside (and inside btw) so I was what? Why he is calling her like a fruit?

Mmm.. so they're cells... I rather have the fruit thank you very much

My sister wouldn't be my sister if she doesn't torture young ones. TThat's what makes her special!

that's my sister talking!

Hahahahahah!!!!


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You just have to know her to learn that she is more of a talker and she almost never bites.. almost..

I don't know why I just can see her like that. So strong, so professional. I feel proud of my Violet =D

To be honest? I thought the same about the name at first. But then, maybe that makes her stronger than the average emily. She had to fight against the bullies that joked about her name,

Hahahahahahhahahaha I love your conversations girls! It's just priceless!

He is just a hotter version of our Burke!!!.

Cletus!!!!

UhOh cliffhanger meany authors..!!!

More soon please *puppy eyes*

Hey Am this chapter was great! Sorry I'm late replying...it's the week that college students love and hate....final exams. They hate it cuz of it being finals and they love it because after wards they're done. I'm done after today and I can't wait.

Anyways sorry. I loved Gerry and Violet together. Thighs! Thighs! Thighs! I watched Phantom of the Opera and I never realized how damn sexy his thighs are especially in "Point of No Return," and it's all thanks to you darlin! Expect an update from me disgarding those thighs soon indeed

Muwhahahaha!

LMAO!! Naughty Gerry, I'd like to be on top of him...who wouldn't? lol.

Torture us? Miss. Am? Never. She's an innocent little angel. Well just in case I'm wrong, I'm ready for it. Just don't make me cry lol.

Hell yes I would!

I loved it Am, your writing always amazes me. I don't know much about Cletus, but I can tell you respect him and admire him which is really neat. My high school choir director whom I keep in touch with, is my Cletus too. He was the one who encouraged to pursue an education degree and I still babysit his kids sometimes lol. It's really nice to have someone like that, supporting us

Can't wait to see more, I guess I better get back to studying..boo!!!

Katie

Whe are almost up fot tabs... seems The Nazi has found a good replacement in Violet. I loved the companionship and banter between those two.


Sorry this is so short, I have to run to my bus... Gotta work.


Loved it none the less.


Love, Moon

*chirps*

Oh, I cannot wait til ya toddlers come on board, yes, I do! Am and I wrestled a bit to decide who should teach who, and I hope you'll be fine with our decisions....

Now... Lichen and Fungi, how I love my kickass two! It's a bit funny to see hem interact, coz it's a combination of characters that is relatively new on this board, but of course, leave it to you to make it irresistible, babe. I love the way they act around each other, the deep familiarity and knowledge... so, here she is, our little Vee with her soaked teddy bear has grown into an intimidating doctor, and how could it be otherwise? I think that if you loose your parents in an hospital, there's no middle measure, you run like hell and cure yourself on herbs for all your life, or you stick around for good.

You know that the 'shitting me' has almost replaced the 'kidding' in my vocabulary? And, it's not very appropriate!
But oh, the joke on the name... I obviously asked for it, but I couldn't resist!

And Cletus, Cletus, the one and olny that makes Dr Butler feel like a child, gotta love him. No, wait, I do already!

Perfect, perfect introduction, babe... I love my Gerry and Vee so much, and you know tere's only one character oabove them in my list, and it's our bona fide pharmy!

Oh my Gerry and Am! That is definitely a new couple and very adorable. Great chapter Amber, I've got some quotes myself of my favorite parts.

Yes he has become a household name for me since When in Rome and I love Cletus, he sounds so awesome.

I had gutter thoughts when I first read that and it made me crack up.

YES!! Oh my God, that was brilliant, that made me fall out of my chair laughing so bad because I just watched Phantom the other day.

Yes, we finally arrive, I can't wait to see who we all are working with!

And finally the best quote ever.......

Yes, his thighs I am sure she would and I wouldn't mind either.

Great chapter Amber and I can't wait to see the next one, this story is amazing!

~Kit-Kat~