This is my first fic ever. Later chapters might have a little bit of spoilers for the start of season fourteen. I updated to fix spelling .

Blue Scrubs

November 2010

She wasn't sure when or even how it happened, originally. She still tells him he's daft. Bonkers. Barking, even. He gives her one of his dimpled smiles and a knowing look when she does. When she first met him she certainly thought the man was certifiable. He wrote on the bloody walls for God's sake. Then there was the fact that he spent his time sniffing around Abby Lockhart. It didn't matter; she was in love with Michael.

That's what she tells herself. Admitting that maybe she wasn't so in love with the man she wound up marrying wasn't something she could do, even now. How do you tell people you weren't head over heels for someone they like to consider a hero? Then of course was the dreadful mess with Gates. Oh, he liked to tease her about that. They all did. Dusty, in particular, liked to remind her about his warnings. She tried not to think about him much. Rubbish put out on the curb is best forgotten.

No, there wasn't much she didn't talk to him about these days but there was an unspoken agreement that one topic was off limits. Ray Barnett. She knew he was aware of her feelings for their former colleague. At one time he'd even admitted it was nice they got on so well together. That was when she was only Ray's roommate of course and she was still married to the hero. She couldn't say why it was that Lucien was so accepting of her need to guard her feelings for another man, maybe he was self aware enough to realize he was second choice. Or maybe he didn't really think about it much. It was hard to say with him; after all he was a bit of an eccentric mess.

She shook her head to free herself from her meandering thoughts; he was looking at her from the other side of the sinks, his hands held up before him. Face half hidden by his mask, just as her was, his question was still clear: are you ready? The patient was waiting, the team in place and they had a job to do. Her introspection could wait until later.