wl_fanfiction | Secret Summer Fic for Cae :)

This is for Cae, who asked for Ry/Col with one a doctor and one a patient, with Colin as the shy one and Ryan more dominant. She also completely unknowingly inspired the last line, which a lot of people have commented on, so credit where credit is due! It came from an IM convo we were having and cracked me the hell up, so I had to work it in ;-)

I doubt this is what she had in mind, but I hope it made her smile anyway.

Title: Office Visit
Author: Sun Green

Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Word Count: 2474

Rating: PG

Summary: Dr. Colin Mochrie unexpectedly gets a new patient

“Excuse me, Dr. Mochrie?”

Colin glanced up distractedly from the charts he was reading. “Yes, Greg?” He tried to keep his impatience in check, but he’d already been at the office for nearly twelve hours and he needed to finish this paperwork before he could finally go home.

His nurse smiled apologetically. “Do you have time to see one more patient?”

“What?” Irritation got the better of him and he slapped the sheaf of papers in his hand down onto the desktop with a loud thunk. “Did Chip schedule someone at this hour? I told him -”

Greg held up his hand. “No, Chip’s innocent. This time. This is a walk-in. An emergency.”

“That’s what emergency rooms are for,” Colin grumbled, gathering up the scattered papers and stuffing them back into their folder. He sighed in resignation, accepting that his relaxing evening at home was going to be delayed even further. Damn Hippocratic oath. “Who is it?”

Greg bit back a smile, eying the doctor mischievously. “Ryan Stiles.”

Colin felt his cheeks color, and turned quickly away from the RN’s twinkling eyes. Busying himself at one of the filing cabinets, he cleared his throat. “What’s the problem?”

“Back pain.”

“All right. Start intake.”

“Already done,” Greg said cheerfully, tossing a file onto Colin’s desk. Turning back around, he picked it up and glanced through it, without fully absorbing any of the notes written in Greg’s barely legible scrawl.

“Send him in,” he ordered brusquely.

As Greg hurried back to the waiting room, Colin exhaled slowly. Stop it, he commanded himself. He’s here as a patient. Nothing else. Of course not. While it was true that he’d first met Ryan Stiles in a social setting – a party at the home of his receptionist – they hadn’t seen each other since then. It had become painfully obvious to Colin these last few weeks that Ryan had no interest in doing so. Wistfully, he thought back to the night of Chip’s party.

Colin wasn’t much of a mixer, and had only gone to the party at the insistence of both Chip and Greg, who had all but dragged him bodily out the door after the last appointment of the day. He’d intended to stay for just a short while and make his exit as soon as politeness allowed. Early on, he’d found an empty sofa in the corner of the living room, taking refuge from the throngs of drunken revelers. He’d been startled when, a few minutes later, a tall, curly haired man had asked to join him, smiling down at Colin with sparkling green eyes. Tongue tied, as he often was in social situations – particularly those involving an attractive stranger - Colin had simply nodded, and Ryan had folded his lanky frame into the cushions beside him and introduced himself.

Colin had fully expected to stammer his way through a few minutes of small talk, while Ryan grew bored and quickly made an excuse to get away. Instead, he’d fallen into easy conversation with the other man, surprising himself with his own verbosity. Talking with strangers was not something that came naturally to him.

But Ryan was different. He’d listened intently, his green eyes riveted to Colin’s face as though whatever mundane anecdote he was relaying about some patient or another was a fascinating tale. And when Ryan spoke, those eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as his hands gestured wildly, illustrating the story he was telling. He was so animated that Colin could have quite happily just watched him talk. But Ryan also had a way of drawing Colin out, making him keep up his end of the conversation until he suddenly became aware that so much time had passed, many of Chip’s more seasoned party guests had already left. Ryan, too, had seemed surprised when Greg had strolled over and, after regarding the two of them with undisguised amusement, announced that it was past his bedtime, and he was going home.

They’d looked at each other, smiling sheepishly, murmuring about not realizing how late it had gotten. Emboldened by the easy camaraderie they’d fallen into – and perhaps the few beers he’d drunk over the course of the evening - Colin had given Ryan his card, hastily scribbling his home phone number in pencil underneath the printed office and pager numbers. Ryan had accepted it with a smile, studying Colin with those piercing eyes. After a moment he’d reached out and touched him lightly on the cheek, before saying goodnight and going on his way. Colin had gone home in a daze, filled with the warm glow of attraction, and an unfamiliar confidence that the feeling was mutual. He’d be hearing from Ryan very soon. He was certain of it.

Only… he hadn’t. Though he’d spent the next day at the office surreptitiously dialing his home answering machine at every opportunity, and the evening trying not to stare at the telephone in his apartment, Ryan didn’t call. He didn’t call the next day either, or the next. As each day passed with no word, Colin grew despairing, then resigned. Well, of course Ryan hadn’t really been attracted to him. Why would he be? Ryan was good looking, charming, and confident, and could have had just about any man at the party. He would have no use for someone like Colin. It had been silly to imagine that anything could come from a few hours of conversation. Ryan had probably merely been bored, his judgment impaired by the beer they’d both been drinking. Perhaps he’d found Colin’s business card the next morning and thrown it away, wondering what he’d been thinking. Maybe he’d even rolled his eyes, laughing at the thought of Colin daring to give it to him in the first place.

Oh well. Once he’d accepted it, Colin had resolved to simply put it behind him and return to his normal, unexciting life. And he had, at least for the past two weeks. Now, however, faced with the prospect of seeing Ryan again, Colin’s emotions were in a turmoil. The disappointment of realizing that Ryan was not interested was suddenly as sharp as it had been those first few days. And now, as he picked up Ryan’s chart again, he felt a stab of anger. So Ryan had blown him off, and yet had no qualms about coming to his office for medical advice when he needed it. Probably hoping for a discounted fee too, he thought bitterly. He skimmed the medical history that Greg had taken. Lower back pain, inflammation. Muscle relaxants and cortisone shots. The same thing Colin would likely prescribe. He snorted, snapping the folder closed. He’d enjoy administering a cortisone shot to this patient. I’ll use the big needles, he thought, a fleeting smile crossing his face.

Squaring his shoulders, Colin entered the exam room just as Greg returned, carefully leading Ryan, who was hunched over nearly double.

“Hey,” Ryan greeted Colin sheepishly. “Thanks for seeing me. My back is really bad.”

Colin watched as Greg helped Ryan up on the examining table. “It looks it,” he replied. He turned to Greg. “Go set up the X-ray for Mr. Stiles, please.” Greg nodded and hurried out. Ryan glanced at Colin with a wry smile.

“Mr. Stiles?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

Colin shrugged self consciously. “You’re here as a patient, not as a friend… uh… of Chip’s,” he stammered. He felt himself blushing again and quickly turned away, furious with himself as the undeniable realization hit him. In spite of everything, he was very definitely still attracted to Ryan Stiles.

Scrubbing his hands at the sink, Colin waited for Ryan to launch into an explanation. I’ve been meaning to call… just so busy… you know how it is… Ryan remained silent, however, and when Colin faced him again, he was looking at him with a hint of amusement in those green eyes. Biting back his anger, he studied Ryan with what he hoped was a professional expression. “So, how did you hurt your back?”

“Originally, playing hockey, back in college. More than twenty years ago. I’ve had problems with it ever since, off and on. It’s usually not too bad, but today… I don’t know. It just started hurting, and it’s getting worse.” Ryan gave Colin a look that could only be described as “sad puppy dog”. Maybe even “adorable”… Quickly, Colin averted his eyes. He cleared his throat, pretending to study Ryan’s chart.

“All right. Take your shirt off and lie down on your stomach.”

“Just my shirt?”

Colin jerked his head up, startled. Ryan shrugged, smiling slightly. “Last time I had an X-ray I had to wear one of those paper things that don’t close in the back.”

Against his will, Colin found himself visualizing that. Particularly the view from the back. His cheeks flamed once again, and he swallowed hard. “Uh… Greg will get you a gown for the X-ray. For now, just your shirt is fine.”

Nodding, Ryan unbuttoned his flannel shirt and shrugged his arms out of the sleeves, grimacing with the movement. “Ow…” he muttered. Colin stepped forward.

“Here, let me help you…” Reaching behind his patient, he gently eased the shirt off him. It wasn’t until Ryan caught his eye that he realized that the other man was practically wrapped in his arms. He stepped back abruptly and dropped his eyes. Unfortunately for Colin, his gaze landed on Ryan’s bare chest. He closed his eyes briefly, biting his lip.

Get it together, Mochrie. Nothing you haven’t seen before.

“Okay,” he said quickly. “Lie down and let’s have a look.” As Ryan obediently stretched out on the examining table, he took a deep breath to steady himself and stepped closer. Laying his hands on the other man’s back, he moved them along his spinal column.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, pressing down gently.

“Yeah…” Ryan winced. Colin slid his hands further down, trying to ignore the pleasant feel of surprisingly delicate, smooth skin under his fingertips. He pressed again.

“How about there?”

“Ow… yeah…” Colin glanced at Ryan’s face, puzzled. His medical history hadn’t indicated the pain had been this wide spread. Perhaps he had re-injured his back in a different location. He continued moving his hands along Ryan’s back, increasing pressure at certain points. Each time, Ryan confirmed that he felt pain. Done with the preliminary exam, Colin added notes to Ryan’s chart.

“Okay. When Greg gets back, I’ll have him take your vital signs, then we’ll get you into the X-ray room and see what’s going on.”

Ryan nodded, easing himself back up into a sitting position. “Thanks, Col – uh… Dr. Mochrie.”

Colin looked up. “You don’t have to call me Dr…” he trailed off, seeing the grin on the other man’s face.

“Okay. Just checking,” Ryan chuckled, more cheerfully than someone in excruciating pain should be.

Flustered, Colin stuck his head out the door. “Greg!” No sign of the RN. More than likely, he’d slipped out to the dental office sharing the floor with them to flirt with Jeff, the hygienist. Again.

He sighed. “One of these days I’m really going to fire him,” he grumbled. After a moment of uncomfortably avoiding those green eyes that seemed to bore into his skin, he grabbed the cart housing the blood pressure monitor himself and pulled it over to Ryan. Wrapping the cuff around his upper arm, he cast about for something to say. But Ryan spoke first.

“Is it high?”

Glancing at the numbers that registered on the digital screen, Colin shook his head. “No. Normal.”

“Are you sure? My heart feels like it’s racing.”

“Oh?” Colin adjusted the stethoscope around his neck, slipping the earpieces into place. Holding it to Ryan’s chest he listened to the strong, steady beating of his heart.

“It sounds fine,” he said finally, returning the instrument to hang from his neck again. “Have you felt your heart race before?”

“Just once,” Ryan replied, meeting Colin’s gaze. “At Chip’s party. When I met you.” He smiled into Colin’s startled eyes. “Didn’t you feel it too?”

For a moment, Colin could only stare. Then, embarrassed, he dropped his eyes to the floor. He could feel himself blushing furiously as he struggled to find words.

“But you never called,” he finally got out weakly.

Ryan rolled his eyes and laughed. “Colin…” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small rectangle of cardboard. Colin recognized it as his own business card, which had been creased and frayed by over-handling.

“Look at this,” Ryan chuckled, holding up the card. He tapped a finger on the penciled number below the printed information. “How was I supposed to read that? It really is true what they say about doctors’ handwriting.” He shook his head, smiling.

Dazedly, Colin stared at the card. “The office number is on there too,” he said hesitantly.

Ryan laughed again. “Do you know how many times I called it, and hung up on Chip? Could you imagine going through him to try to ask you out? And having to listen to his clever input on the situation?” He grinned as Colin shuddered at the thought. “Exactly. So I decided to just show up.”

A small smile touched Colin’s lips and slowly spread across his face. He felt a heavy weight, which he’d been carrying for the past two weeks, lifting itself off his heart. “Good call,” he said finally.

Ryan smiled back. Reaching out, he grasped the stethoscope that still hung from Colin’s neck and tugged, drawing him in closer. “C’mere,” he murmured. Encircling Colin’s waist with his arms, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Colin’s. Colin nearly lost himself in the sweet sting of Ryan’s kiss before his eyes flew open with a start.

“Greg -” he said suddenly, eyes darting to the exam room door.

“- has been paid handsomely to make himself scarce,” Ryan finished, pulling Colin back in. He grinned at Colin, their faces inches apart. “I think he said something about being at the dentist if we needed him. Followed by ‘as if!’” Leaning back on the examining table, Ryan pulled Colin down on top of him.

“Your back,” Colin remembered suddenly, hesitating once more.

“Not to worry. It hasn’t hurt in years. And if it should happen to get injured now,” Ryan continued, drawing Colin down, “at least I have a physician on call.” Their lips met again and Colin succumbed blissfully to the eager explorations of Ryan’s lips and tongue.

“You know,” he murmured several minutes later, his mouth still pressed against Ryan’s, “I was pretty angry at you. You could have been looking at a shot with an extra long needle.”

Ryan snorted with laughter, and slid his hand down Colin’s chest towards his belt buckle. “I can think of a better way to feel a big prick…”

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Yay! I just LOVE the way you write RyCol *le sigh*.

You seriously have no idea how much I love and covet this. Everything was just perfect.

XD at the last line!

Thank you m'dear! I'm so glad you liked it :)

XD at the last line!

*snort* Well, you did inspire it ;)

Loved the whole thing......

Especially that last line.....classic:D

Thank you! :)

*snort* love that last line, I had to read it twice to make sure he'd actually said it :D Lovely.

lol! Thanks! Glad you liked :)

Ach he said it. The whole time, I was going 'don't say it, don't say it'. Then he said it and I found I liked it anyway :) Loverly! Enjoyed it thoroughly *g*

Thank you! And thanks again for my summer fic prezzie. I'm still blown away by it... :)

This is made of AWESOME!!!!!! Well done!!!

Thanks Meow! Glad you liked! *hugs*

Lovely and yummy! Playing 'doctor', what a brilliant idea! Shy!Colin is adorable and Greg is as devious as usual. That last line made me grin like an idiot. Good thing no one was around to see that.

Thanks! Cae came up with the doctor theme on her ownsome - I was soooo psyched when I got her request! Glad you liked :)

I remember really looking forward to seeing this written, because the promt alone was just great to start with, and then what you did with it... Yummy!

Thanks Indy! Yup, Cae had a brilliant idea, which was a lot of fun to write. Thanks again for organizing this. Can't wait for the next challenge *hint hint* ;)

Can't wait for the next challenge *hint hint* *laughs* There will be a Secret Santa, staring in November... More I can't promise because I and a couple other people from the community are doing NaNo again this year. :)

Cheesiest last line ever. I loved it :D

haha amazing last line XD <3
great job <3

Wow - is there anything cooler than unexpected feedback on a fic? Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed :D

I've just been looking through the archives and I have to say....I love your fics.

"Ryan smiled back. Reaching out, he grasped the stethoscope that still hung from Colin’s neck and tugged, drawing him in closer. “C’mere,” he murmured. Encircling Colin’s waist with his arms, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Colin’s. Colin nearly lost himself in the sweet sting of Ryan’s kiss before his eyes flew open with a start."

^^ I love this line. I can picture it and it is sexy lol.

Oh man - you made my day! I love feedback and unexpected feedback on an older fic is the best kind, lol! Thank you so much - I'm glad you enjoyed :)

I have to say....I love your fics.

TACKLE HUG!!!! :D Thank you!!!

My pleasure =D Really enjoyed it.

Can I friend you?

Absolutely, and back at you :)

Random comment alert, but I'm on a tagging trawl through the archives and found this. I had to take a moment to flail at the cuteness. Love! â¥

Aww, thanks hun! You know, I had actually completely forgotten about this story. I know I wasn't thrilled with it when I completed it, just because I think Cae had something else in mind. But what a thrill to get a review lo these many moons later! I'm glad you liked it :) :) :)

This is a very nice and very sweet

Secret Summer Fic for Cae :)

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