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FTEC, Tuesday Night

Nat had slept a little better during the day today and, as a result, felt up to running a few tests in the lab. She bounced happily between the lab and the front desk. On the television, The Thin Man Goes Home was playing and offered amusing background noise.

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There was nothing really wrong with Janet. She'd just been so caught up in studying that she felt like dropping by the clinic when she had nothing else to do.

The fact that she'd been wandering around town and was bored out of her skull? Had nothing to do with it, really.

Nat was sitting at the front desk, writing up notes when Janet entered. She smiled at the younger woman while noting her bland expression. "You look awfully enthused," she said with a chuckle.

"Were you ever one of those students that hated not having anything to study?" asked Janet, sitting heavily in a chair in front of Natalie's desk. "Finals are over, the library is closed, and I've already finished my newest book. Aside from freaking out the newbies, I have nothing to do."

She glanced quickly--and hopefully unobtrusively--at Natalie's notes, wondering if there was anything interesting to read in them.

"I was quite the nerd in my day," Natalie replied with a laugh. She jotted down a few more quick notes, then glanced up at Janet. "My parents often wondered what was wrong with me when I'd rather stay inside than go out and play. I was forcibly ejected from the house more than once during the summer."

"In your day?" asked Janet. She grinned. "I didn't think your day had quite finished." That shorthand looked familiar. With some new notations, maybe? "My uncle doesn't mind, thankfully. Possibly because I have a social life. Or possibly because he's there and I'm here, and so he doesn't notice when I hole up in my room for a week to study."

She bent down and started rummaging in her bag for chocolate.

Nat passed Janet a glare, but the effect was ruined by the grin that threatened. "Being away from home during college definitely helped," she pursed her lips, and finished up her thought in the notebook. "And the all nighters more than helped prepare me for my residency."

Janet did her best to look innocent. It probably didn't work. "Being away from home helps you get away with almost anything," she said, losing the innocent look entirely. Thank goodness she'd developed the skill of reading upside down years ago. Now if only she could do it quickly. "I had an internship at a hospital last summer. It was brutal." She grimaced.

"The doctors certainly loved to test our endurance." She gave a slightly wistful smile. All of it seemed a lifetime ago. How would it seem eight hundred years from now?

"You act like you miss that," said Janet, one eyebrow raised.

Natalie shrugged. "Some nights, I suppose I do. It can get a little more quiet than I'm comfortable with around here. Gives new meaning to the term 'graveyard shift.'"

"Quiet does mean that nobody's dying," said Janet. "But the total lack of activity for an entire shift does get to you sometimes."

Tossing a glance toward the big screen television, Nat smirked. "I've at least gotten caught up on my movie collection."

"I've worked my way through the first four seasons of Wormhole X-Treme! by now," said Janet. "Whoever replaced the TV got a good one, I have to say."

"I'm rather enamored with it. Nothing like a life-size Fred and Ginger." She capped her pen and closed the notebook. On her laptop computer, a .wav file sounded, and an instant messenger window popped up. She smiled warmly, typed a quick greeting, then turned her attention back to Janet.

"I tend to use it as background noise, even when I'm in the lab. It's somewhat reassuring."

"Bad science fiction on that size screen is, um. Something else," said Janet. Snickered. Really bad science fiction.

"Not used to the quiet?" asked Janet curiously.

"In some respects, no?" Natalie gave a chuckle. "I mean, sure you get used to the dead bodies, and the quiet, but there was usually someone else around, in the lab, in the offices; I had a few friends that would drop by. On shift here, I'm just about the only one around most nights, and it gets pretty quiet. If I'm in the lab, I don't notice as much, but I haven't been back there much this week."

"You're a doctor. How many dead bodies did you hang out with?" asked Janet, frowning. "Sunday shifts are pretty dead too. Unlike the library. There's almost always someone in the library." Janet nodded. "Caught up in the research, huh?"

Nat gave a wry grin. "I'm a doctor, yes, but I was also the M.E. Most of my patients were dead bodies. The research sort of broke the monotony some nights."

"So basically you were the perfect person to treat Angel," said Janet, snickering. "Sounds like an interesting job, though."

You have no idea, Natalie thought. Aloud, she said, "It would appear so. And, while I miss the job, I still have my friends, and the job here at least provides me the chance to work with patients who have a pulse. For a change."

"You've got to love a change," said Janet, standing up. "Well, I've got to see if there's anyone else I can pester. And I'm in search of ice cream. See you later."

Janet waved on the way out.

OOC: I figured this had dragged too long and we could get them to meet up again later.

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