Title: Poison Ivy
Rated: R
Pairing: MG/EC, KW/EC
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles
Summary: Alternate version of the seventh season
premiere.
Warning: Contains non-graphic slash content. It is
also an alternate version of the seventh season
premiere, so there are spoilers here. I was aiming for
humor on this one,
but it went more toward vulger. *sighs*
Disclaimer: *rolls eyes* Yeah right like I'm really
making any money off these stories. And yes I do know
that they belong to Warner Bros.
Peter paused in the door, smirking wickedly at
Elizabeth's baffled
statement as she rubbed her hands together in
frustration.
"Does it spread?" she asked, anxiously.
Peter struggled against the sudden surge of laughter
that was fighting
to surface at the image of Mark with a very bad itch.
"It depends on
what you touched."
Elizabeth glanced down at her swollen red hands that
were burning and
itching worse than the chicken pox's she'd had in
middle school. The
only thing she'd touched recently was... "Oh dear."
She bit her lip at
the mental image she got.
'Poor Mark.' Although he probably isn't as bad off
as...
"Bloody hell." With alarming realization, Elizabeth
sprinted out of the
room.
Mark glanced around quickly. Satisfied that no one was
paying attention
to him, he began to scratch himself. Softly at first
before speeding up
and putting more pressure on the inflicted area.
He hadn't itched this badly since the night in college
he'd finally
lost his virginity. The night Jen had insisted they
drive up into the
mountains and strip down in the middle of the woods.
The fact that they
had ended up rolling around in the middle of a leaf
patch hadn't even
made it past their lust driven minds until after their
third round. Not
that it hadn't been worth it.
"Something wrong with the Australian's, the boys down
under?"
Mark jerked his hand away with regret. The last thing
he needed was for
the rumor mill in on this little problem. He glared
over at Malucci,
noticing the auburn surgeon rushing into the ER.
"Elizabeth..."
The surgeon came to a halt, looking through him.
"Mark, just the person
I was looking for." She took one last look around
before grabbing
Mark's wrist and yanking toward the nearest exam room.
"What do you
know about something called poison ivy?"
Mark finally ignored his itching long enough to notice
the thick blue
surgical gloves that covered Elizabeth's hands. The
heavy realization
of the implications caused him to grab his pin light
and glance wearily
down his pants.
Elizabeth was curious about how bad it was. After all
if poison ivy
could do this to her hands what would it do to... "Let
me see." Mark
danced back away from her blushing deeply. "Don't be
shy..."
Mark let go of his scrub pants with a loud snap and
started to leave
the room with one last scratch. How could she do
something like this?
Didn't she know that you just didn't do something like
this to a man?
"Don't be mad..."
Mark paused outside the door struggling not to raise
his voice.
"Haven't you ever heard of 'leaves of three, let it
be'?"
"Of course not. We don't have poison ivy in England."
They stopped talking as a smirking Malucci passed.
"One small scratch
for Greene, one giant itch for mankind."
Mark closed his eyes as he heard the soft laughter
coming from the
nurses' station. It was going to be a long day.
"Security!!!!" Kerry ground her teeth together as she
gripped her
crutch and the side of the desk in frustration. She
felt like she was
running a fever and the ER was chaos.
"...said she was just giving him a shot.."
Kerry eyed Haleh, already imaging how many forms of
torture she could
enforce if the nurse didn't get back to work in
10...9...8...
Haleh saw the narrowed danger in Kerry's eyes and
grabbed the pile of
dirty cloths. The short redhead watched with grim
satisfaction as the
large woman scuttled off faster than she would have
thought possible.
"Malik!!!!"
Kerry started weaving through the dirty over crowded
halls as the large
man fell into step next to her. "The toilets are
clogged and the
maintenance closet is locked..."
Kerry glared at him and stopped walking clenching her
left fist against
the insane instinct that was making it hard not to
start clobbering
people with her crutch. "MALUCCI. What the hell is
this body still
doing here?"
Malucci eyed her briefly before deciding to run for
it. "Half of
transport is out sick..."
"Then get someone else to move it or do it yourself!!"
Malik's large size took a couple of steps away from
her until he was
sure he was out of her reach. "Uh, what about the
closet?"
"I don't know, use some initiative. Pick the damned
lock, take a fire
ax to it. I DON'T CARE."
Malik took off before Weaver could change her mind
about shoving her
crutch up his rectal. Leaving her steaming in the
chaos instead. She
closed her eyes against the horrible sensation that
seemed to cover her
entire body. Reopening her eyes, she scanned the hall,
her left hand
diving under the right side of her lab coat.
Before her fingers could find her right breast for
sweet relief, a hand
covered in blue yanked it away. Oh, that was a big
mistake.
Kerry narrowed her eyes at the auburn surgeon. "Let
go, NOW." The low
growl that barely forced its way through her clenched
teeth was more
fierce than her yelling.
"We need to talk," Elizabeth hissed, "...in private."
Kerry eyed the blue-covered hands with renewed
suspicion, remembering
the little peep show Mark had been giving everyone
earlier. Against her
better judgment, she followed the surgeon towards the
only empty exam
room.
Elizabeth paused in the doorway, her eyebrows raising
up in mild
amusement.
Kerry glanced behind her and froze in annoyance as
Malik walked by with
a heavy ax slung over his shoulder. "Malik?
"What?"
Kerry snapped her head after him as he kept going.
"MALIK?"
"Kerry we really need to talk," Elizabeth insisted.
Kerry looked rapidly from Malik's retreating form to
Elizabeth before
finally following her into the trauma room. "All
right, what's so
important?" Kerry was reaching the end of her rope.
She'd had such a
promising start to the day only to end up drowning in
the black hole of
Romano.
"By any chance have you been...itching?"
Kerry took a step toward the nervous surgeon. "Beth,
what's going on?"
"I have poison ivy."
Kerry gaped slightly, digesting that piece of
information. Poison
ivy... "Shit."
"It's not a big deal. I can give you a shot and some
cream..." She
trailed off at the exhausted look on Kerry's face.
"Kerry?"
"I'm allergic to poison ivy."
Any hope at salvaging the day went up with that
sentence. Elizabeth's
stomach dropped to her feet as she realized how bad
things had just
gotten. "Shit."
Mark slowly glanced to his left, then to his right.
Everyone seemed to
be caught up in the massive on flux of patients.
Leaning forward into
the edge of the desk, he subtly began to move his
hips. He felt the
itching starting to subside, but it wasn't enough.
Unable to hold back,
he began to work his hips faster. Throwing his head
back against the
earth-shattering joy that over came his body...
"Would you two like a room, or do you want to just
keeping humping it
here?"
Mark forced himself to stop, meeting Malucci's smirk
head on. One more
crack, just one more...
Kerry growled under her breath as the cream already
began to wear off.
Sneaking a quick look around, she noticed that
everyone was staring at
Mark. Her left hand shot up to her right breast and
began to scratch.
She was never going into the supply closet with *her*
again!
Mark stared over Malucci's shoulder, not believing
what he was seeing.
Why would Kerry be scratching herself in such a
flurry? She acted
almost like she had poison ivy herself. He eyed the
collar of her
shirt, where he could see a red rash peaking out.
No. It just wasn't possible. Where would she have
gotten it from? She
had been on duty all weekend, and the only one's that
had been in the
ER recently with it was him and... No, his mind just
couldn't except
that.
Then why had they gone into an exam room together?
Elizabeth slumped against the wall wearily. They had
just finished
seeing the last teenager. At least now she could think
about going home
and sleeping.
One step after another, she approached the front desk,
grabbing Malucci
as he passed her. "Have you seen Kerry?"
"Dr. Kovac said she was taking a nap in exam three."
Elizabeth started for the darkened exam room, trying
to force down the
guilt. She hadn't known that Kerry was allergic to
anything, much less
poison ivy. If it hadn't been for her cornering Kerry
in the supply
closet earlier that morning, all of this could have
been avoided.
She pushed the door open, pausing long enough for her
eyes to adjust to
the darkened room. Kerry's shadowed body was curled up
on the nearest
bed. Leaving the door cracked open, she moved to the
bed and began to
kiss the short-haired woman.
The soft sigh made her pull away slightly and eye her.
"How are you
feeling?"
"Fine."
Kerry cut off the surgeon's protests with another
kiss. Exploring the
body pressing her back onto the bed. She curled her
fingers into the
mass of auburn hair, holding Elizabeth into the kiss
until she was sure
that she was in too much of a haze to think straight.
She moaned as they were suddenly surrounded by
flashing and light.
She'd heard of hearing a symphonies and seeing stars
but light..?
"Whoa chief...."
Elizabeth broke the kiss, trying to turn around to
attack the little
prick who'd walked in on them. Attempting to untangle
her legs, she
felt nothing but air under her until the floor
connected. Her temper
boiled over as she managed to stare up at a gaping
Malucci.
The sight of Mark staring back in turn cut through the
haze of anger
and passion. His right hand was behind his back and
the glint in his
eyes worried her.
"I knew I should've brought my camera today."
Three pairs of eyes turned to Malucci and watched as
the young resident
got a door slammed in his face.
Mark stared at the black coffee with a small smile.
"How can you be so cheerful after Lizzie breaking up
with you for
Weaver?"
Mark chuckled softly, for once not caring Romano had
just sat across
from him. "Kerry's allergic to poison ivy and almost
totally covered in
it."
"Still..."
Mark laughed hard, nearly spilling his coffee. Unable
to resist, he
pulled a small disposable camera from his coat pocket.
"Malucci may
have forgotten but I didn't, and by tomorrow afternoon
every hospital
in Chicago will have copies."
Romano grinned at the other bald man. "Not bad."
Rated: R
Pairing: MG/EC, KW/EC
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles
Summary: Alternate version of the seventh season
premiere.
Warning: Contains non-graphic slash content. It is
also an alternate version of the seventh season
premiere, so there are spoilers here. I was aiming for
humor on this one,
but it went more toward vulger. *sighs*
Disclaimer: *rolls eyes* Yeah right like I'm really
making any money off these stories. And yes I do know
that they belong to Warner Bros.
Peter paused in the door, smirking wickedly at
Elizabeth's baffled
statement as she rubbed her hands together in
frustration.
"Does it spread?" she asked, anxiously.
Peter struggled against the sudden surge of laughter
that was fighting
to surface at the image of Mark with a very bad itch.
"It depends on
what you touched."
Elizabeth glanced down at her swollen red hands that
were burning and
itching worse than the chicken pox's she'd had in
middle school. The
only thing she'd touched recently was... "Oh dear."
She bit her lip at
the mental image she got.
'Poor Mark.' Although he probably isn't as bad off
as...
"Bloody hell." With alarming realization, Elizabeth
sprinted out of the
room.
Mark glanced around quickly. Satisfied that no one was
paying attention
to him, he began to scratch himself. Softly at first
before speeding up
and putting more pressure on the inflicted area.
He hadn't itched this badly since the night in college
he'd finally
lost his virginity. The night Jen had insisted they
drive up into the
mountains and strip down in the middle of the woods.
The fact that they
had ended up rolling around in the middle of a leaf
patch hadn't even
made it past their lust driven minds until after their
third round. Not
that it hadn't been worth it.
"Something wrong with the Australian's, the boys down
under?"
Mark jerked his hand away with regret. The last thing
he needed was for
the rumor mill in on this little problem. He glared
over at Malucci,
noticing the auburn surgeon rushing into the ER.
"Elizabeth..."
The surgeon came to a halt, looking through him.
"Mark, just the person
I was looking for." She took one last look around
before grabbing
Mark's wrist and yanking toward the nearest exam room.
"What do you
know about something called poison ivy?"
Mark finally ignored his itching long enough to notice
the thick blue
surgical gloves that covered Elizabeth's hands. The
heavy realization
of the implications caused him to grab his pin light
and glance wearily
down his pants.
Elizabeth was curious about how bad it was. After all
if poison ivy
could do this to her hands what would it do to... "Let
me see." Mark
danced back away from her blushing deeply. "Don't be
shy..."
Mark let go of his scrub pants with a loud snap and
started to leave
the room with one last scratch. How could she do
something like this?
Didn't she know that you just didn't do something like
this to a man?
"Don't be mad..."
Mark paused outside the door struggling not to raise
his voice.
"Haven't you ever heard of 'leaves of three, let it
be'?"
"Of course not. We don't have poison ivy in England."
They stopped talking as a smirking Malucci passed.
"One small scratch
for Greene, one giant itch for mankind."
Mark closed his eyes as he heard the soft laughter
coming from the
nurses' station. It was going to be a long day.
"Security!!!!" Kerry ground her teeth together as she
gripped her
crutch and the side of the desk in frustration. She
felt like she was
running a fever and the ER was chaos.
"...said she was just giving him a shot.."
Kerry eyed Haleh, already imaging how many forms of
torture she could
enforce if the nurse didn't get back to work in
10...9...8...
Haleh saw the narrowed danger in Kerry's eyes and
grabbed the pile of
dirty cloths. The short redhead watched with grim
satisfaction as the
large woman scuttled off faster than she would have
thought possible.
"Malik!!!!"
Kerry started weaving through the dirty over crowded
halls as the large
man fell into step next to her. "The toilets are
clogged and the
maintenance closet is locked..."
Kerry glared at him and stopped walking clenching her
left fist against
the insane instinct that was making it hard not to
start clobbering
people with her crutch. "MALUCCI. What the hell is
this body still
doing here?"
Malucci eyed her briefly before deciding to run for
it. "Half of
transport is out sick..."
"Then get someone else to move it or do it yourself!!"
Malik's large size took a couple of steps away from
her until he was
sure he was out of her reach. "Uh, what about the
closet?"
"I don't know, use some initiative. Pick the damned
lock, take a fire
ax to it. I DON'T CARE."
Malik took off before Weaver could change her mind
about shoving her
crutch up his rectal. Leaving her steaming in the
chaos instead. She
closed her eyes against the horrible sensation that
seemed to cover her
entire body. Reopening her eyes, she scanned the hall,
her left hand
diving under the right side of her lab coat.
Before her fingers could find her right breast for
sweet relief, a hand
covered in blue yanked it away. Oh, that was a big
mistake.
Kerry narrowed her eyes at the auburn surgeon. "Let
go, NOW." The low
growl that barely forced its way through her clenched
teeth was more
fierce than her yelling.
"We need to talk," Elizabeth hissed, "...in private."
Kerry eyed the blue-covered hands with renewed
suspicion, remembering
the little peep show Mark had been giving everyone
earlier. Against her
better judgment, she followed the surgeon towards the
only empty exam
room.
Elizabeth paused in the doorway, her eyebrows raising
up in mild
amusement.
Kerry glanced behind her and froze in annoyance as
Malik walked by with
a heavy ax slung over his shoulder. "Malik?
"What?"
Kerry snapped her head after him as he kept going.
"MALIK?"
"Kerry we really need to talk," Elizabeth insisted.
Kerry looked rapidly from Malik's retreating form to
Elizabeth before
finally following her into the trauma room. "All
right, what's so
important?" Kerry was reaching the end of her rope.
She'd had such a
promising start to the day only to end up drowning in
the black hole of
Romano.
"By any chance have you been...itching?"
Kerry took a step toward the nervous surgeon. "Beth,
what's going on?"
"I have poison ivy."
Kerry gaped slightly, digesting that piece of
information. Poison
ivy... "Shit."
"It's not a big deal. I can give you a shot and some
cream..." She
trailed off at the exhausted look on Kerry's face.
"Kerry?"
"I'm allergic to poison ivy."
Any hope at salvaging the day went up with that
sentence. Elizabeth's
stomach dropped to her feet as she realized how bad
things had just
gotten. "Shit."
Mark slowly glanced to his left, then to his right.
Everyone seemed to
be caught up in the massive on flux of patients.
Leaning forward into
the edge of the desk, he subtly began to move his
hips. He felt the
itching starting to subside, but it wasn't enough.
Unable to hold back,
he began to work his hips faster. Throwing his head
back against the
earth-shattering joy that over came his body...
"Would you two like a room, or do you want to just
keeping humping it
here?"
Mark forced himself to stop, meeting Malucci's smirk
head on. One more
crack, just one more...
Kerry growled under her breath as the cream already
began to wear off.
Sneaking a quick look around, she noticed that
everyone was staring at
Mark. Her left hand shot up to her right breast and
began to scratch.
She was never going into the supply closet with *her*
again!
Mark stared over Malucci's shoulder, not believing
what he was seeing.
Why would Kerry be scratching herself in such a
flurry? She acted
almost like she had poison ivy herself. He eyed the
collar of her
shirt, where he could see a red rash peaking out.
No. It just wasn't possible. Where would she have
gotten it from? She
had been on duty all weekend, and the only one's that
had been in the
ER recently with it was him and... No, his mind just
couldn't except
that.
Then why had they gone into an exam room together?
Elizabeth slumped against the wall wearily. They had
just finished
seeing the last teenager. At least now she could think
about going home
and sleeping.
One step after another, she approached the front desk,
grabbing Malucci
as he passed her. "Have you seen Kerry?"
"Dr. Kovac said she was taking a nap in exam three."
Elizabeth started for the darkened exam room, trying
to force down the
guilt. She hadn't known that Kerry was allergic to
anything, much less
poison ivy. If it hadn't been for her cornering Kerry
in the supply
closet earlier that morning, all of this could have
been avoided.
She pushed the door open, pausing long enough for her
eyes to adjust to
the darkened room. Kerry's shadowed body was curled up
on the nearest
bed. Leaving the door cracked open, she moved to the
bed and began to
kiss the short-haired woman.
The soft sigh made her pull away slightly and eye her.
"How are you
feeling?"
"Fine."
Kerry cut off the surgeon's protests with another
kiss. Exploring the
body pressing her back onto the bed. She curled her
fingers into the
mass of auburn hair, holding Elizabeth into the kiss
until she was sure
that she was in too much of a haze to think straight.
She moaned as they were suddenly surrounded by
flashing and light.
She'd heard of hearing a symphonies and seeing stars
but light..?
"Whoa chief...."
Elizabeth broke the kiss, trying to turn around to
attack the little
prick who'd walked in on them. Attempting to untangle
her legs, she
felt nothing but air under her until the floor
connected. Her temper
boiled over as she managed to stare up at a gaping
Malucci.
The sight of Mark staring back in turn cut through the
haze of anger
and passion. His right hand was behind his back and
the glint in his
eyes worried her.
"I knew I should've brought my camera today."
Three pairs of eyes turned to Malucci and watched as
the young resident
got a door slammed in his face.
Mark stared at the black coffee with a small smile.
"How can you be so cheerful after Lizzie breaking up
with you for
Weaver?"
Mark chuckled softly, for once not caring Romano had
just sat across
from him. "Kerry's allergic to poison ivy and almost
totally covered in
it."
"Still..."
Mark laughed hard, nearly spilling his coffee. Unable
to resist, he
pulled a small disposable camera from his coat pocket.
"Malucci may
have forgotten but I didn't, and by tomorrow afternoon
every hospital
in Chicago will have copies."
Romano grinned at the other bald man. "Not bad."