Hi everyone! This is the first chapter of Countdown. Although a bit short, it is to simply get an idea of what things YOU guys would like to see. This chapter was originally the opening chapter to a completely different fanfiction I had planned, titled: Launch. Now it has made its way into Countdown's new storyline.

Countdown

Chapter One

The Break up Breakfast

The sun was shining, the birds chirping, and inside his apartment, Andrew stumbled out of his room sleepily, managing to stub his toe on the edge of his door before he hopped, cursing, down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Bloody HELL, damnit, fuc-" His stream of words stopped short as he turned into the kitchen and faced the bright blue eyes of Darien's newest girlfriend. "Oh, er, sorry Melinda."

"Melissa."

"Melissa." Damnit. Melinda was the one from last month. "Er, stubbed my toe." Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he slapped open a cupboard to grab a box of Cap't Crunch. "You're here early." He commented lightly as his hands curled around the refrigerator handle.

"Yeah." The slim brunette said, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs to watch him, "Darien asked me over for breakfast, isn't that sweet?"

"For breakfast?" Andrew repeated, stilling.

"Yeah, he's cooking and everything!" She said cheerfully, tossing her curled hair behind her shoulders.

"Right." He said, and hurriedly reached for an empty bowl, tucking the box of cereal under his arm. "Well, have fun. I'll just, I'll just eat in my room-"

"Oh, no, stay here, you can join us –" She offered pleasantly, eyes wide.

"No, no, that's quite alright." Andrew nodded, trying to balance his bowl, cereal box and milk carton as he backed away from the kitchen.

"But-" Melissa argued, slightly confused.

"Nope, no, it's fineeee." Andrew sang as he quickly made his way into his room and shut the door tightly.

Twenty minutes later, when Melissa was screeching in fury ("You're BREAKING UP WITH ME?") and slamming doors, Andrew sighed and shook his head at the smiling Cap't Crunch on the cereal box.

"Hey boys." Greg greeted, dropping down on the sofa beside Darien as he shrugged off his lab coat. "What's up."

Darien shrugged, flipping the channels of the television in the staff lounge of Mount Sinai Hospital where the three men were all doctors. Greg was still an intern, while Darien and Andrew were both in their second year of residency.

"He gave Melissa the breakfast." Andrew remarked, as he paged through the files of one of his patients.

"WHAT?" Greg's eyes snapped to Darien accusingly, "I thought you liked her!"

"I did like her." Darien said blandly.

"Then what happened?"

"The look."

"Oh God, not the look." Andrew groaned, letting his head drop onto the table he was seated at, "You think EVERYTHING is the look."

"No." Darien laughed.

"You do." Greg said seriously.

"She could be like giving the, yum I like pasta look and you take it as the look." Andrew nodded.

"Or a: man, that hobo over there stinks look, and you'd be like 'Shit!the look!'" Greg agreed.

"No!" Darien scowled, his dark eyes shadowing, "I know what the look is, and she had the look! The, let's go get married tomorrow and have five million babies forever look."

"According to you, every girl in the universe gives you the look. For God's sake, if I kept a tally of how many times in a year I need to take refuge in my room while your latest girlfriend goes wonky after you break up with her over breakfast, it would add up to at least half my lifespan."

"Shut up, idiot." Darien rolled his eyes, throwing one of the couch pillows behind him so it hit Andrew squarely in the head.

"What's wrong with settling down anyway." Greg said, "It's not like you're still in university now, you know –"

"And here comes the sermon from priest Greg." Darien sighed, "I hope you're happy with what you've started, Andrew."

"Very." Andrew said pleasantly. "You need to start listening."

"Oh GOD why this!" Darien groaned, "Can't you leave a man alone in his pain after a break up."

"Pain!" Andrew scoffed, "You were humming after she left."

"A hum of agony. I was humming a hum of agony."

"Which is what Mr. Reynolds in 512 is doing right now." Dr. Samarasena noted, popping his head into the door, "Could I have your report on him, Darien?"

"Yes!" Darien said gratefully, following the elderly doctor out of the door.

Greg kicked his feet up on the sofa, "We need to do something about him. This is getting ridiculous."

"At least you're not the one who has him bumming around your apartment." Andrew sighed.

"Doesn't he own the apartment?" Greg raised an eyebrow, checking his pager with some disinterest.

"Okay, well, yeah, but you have no idea how hard it is for me. Girls immediately suspect me when they see what an absolute 'charm and harm' em type Darien is. That was cool when we were younger, but shit, I'm tired of the same old wing man routine. It's gotten to a point where I'm keeping a countdown to when he'll shape up."

"Well, mate," Greg boomed jovially, getting to his feet, "You're going to be counting for a very long time."

To be Continued…

Next Chapter: Well, I won't tell you guys :D What do YOU think is going to happen? With such opposing viewpoints, will a meeting between our two protagonists end in flames? Oh, and you haven't even see Darien's possessive streak. :P

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