This is a new story that I'm starting up in response to TCGeek's call for Trauma Center love. It's set during Derek and Angie's time overseas at Caduceus Japan. They strike me as the type to carry out a healthy mail correspondence, even if it is 2021. Hope you enjoy!

Dear Angie,

If you got this letter, you're probably wondering a couple things:

1. This is the year 2021. Who the heck uses snail mail anymore?

2. Derek only lives 2 floors down from me in this apartment building in Tokyo. Why doesn't he come up and talk to me in person? We see each other every day at Caduceus Japan anyway.

Good questions indeed. For one, I just think writing letters is fun! I have to practice my doctor's scrawl anyway. Second of all, I already come up and talk to you in person in Caduceus and at home and on the street and in the subway, but I still can't get enough. So I've fallen into a last resort.

I really can't get enough of you. Ever since you told me I deserve a bit of happiness, I've been thinking about it, and in the end I can really only think of you. So just count this as a love letter and do what you will with it.

I love you.

Derek Stiles

Dear Derek,

You are a dork. You read that? You're the BIGGEST dork I've ever met.

But you know what? It's endearing and I love to read it. The next day after I got the letter I took it to work and kept on reading it while I was doing my paperwork. Evidently, you noticed, because you said I looked more ADD than normal. If I didn't think you were so cute already, I would have smacked you upside the head for a comment like that. If you plan on being a keeper, you'd better cut the snark and share more sweets (thanks for the Japanese candy, by the way, it was really good).

Okay fine, maybe I'm being a little passive-aggressive, but you know I love you. Waiting for your next letter!

Lots of love,

Angie