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FTEC, Saturday, March 10

Neither the hotel or the clinic were flooded, but the ground in between was underwater, and Christian was forced to take a raft to get to the clinic that morning. Now he was really wishing he had the Boatox. Also, salt water was hell on his expensive designer shoes.

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The doctor is in.

Yes, Annette had to take a raft over, but she was sure it was worth it. She had to prove her sanity to sexy doctor man if he was on duty today. And if he wasn't in? At least she learned how to use a raft. Took her a good hour, but hey, she was here.

Sloshing in, Annette called out, "Hello?"

Christian looked up and eyed Annette warily. "So who are you supposed to be today?" he said.

He was here. Good. Or bad. She would make up her mind later.

"It's just me, Annette. I was uh, on class assignment the other day."

"How to act crazy 101?" Christian asked.

"No, not exactly. I was supposed to practice lying." She knew this sounded way better in her head.

"You're not very good at it," Christian pointed out.

Her eyes snapped to his, "Of course I was. I was very good at it."

"Fine, then tell me who you were supposed to be," Christian said, smirking a little.

She placed her hands on her hips and sort of glared. Yes, he was sexy as...well, he was definitely high up there on her list of hotties, but she was a good Blair, she knew it!

"You don't know him, I'm sure of it."

Christian chuckled. "Sweetheart, the tits were a dead giveaway that you weren't a 'him.' Unless this Blair is transexual."

Annette inhaled sharply and folded her arms across her chest. "Did you just call my...my - did you just say they were tits?"

"Sorry, breasts," Christian said. "And your face is far too feminine for anyone to think you're male."

Breasts. Fine. That was better. What kind of doctor would call a woman's breasts, tits? She was kind of thinking she knew and it made her stare pretty boldly at Dr. Troy.

Well, yes, it was, wasn't it? Annette smoothed her fingers back over her cheek and brushed her hair back behind her hair, and tried to make a point by saying, "There are very feminine looking males out there."

"Not with curves like you've got," Christian said.

Buh...

"You think I've got curves?" Umm..

"Kind of hard to miss them," Christian said.

"My finger," she said dumbly, shoving her hand towards him.

Christian cupped her hand in his, looking at her finger tip. "It looks like it's healed up just fine," he said. "You won't even have a scar."

"No, I didn't think so," she replied, staring at him. "Are you married?"

He held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers. "See a ring?" he said.

"No." Annette smiled a little nervously and added quickly, "Was just wondering."

"No strings on me," Christian said with a grin.

"No strings on me either," Annette replied audaciously.

"Just how old are you, anyway?" Christian said, looking Annette over.

That was a sucky question. When guys asked that it was never good. Least from what she heard and saw from TV and stuff.

So he was a doctor and she was just a teenager in high school? It was Fandom. For all she knew she was dreaming this. Yeah. That was probably it and it worked very well in her frame of mind.

"I'm told I look young for my age."

Not that Christian cared overly much -- he'd slept with 16-year-old twins, after all. "Fair enough," he said. "So how did you make it down here with all this flooding?"

"A raft. Took me an hour, at least. My arms and shoulders are pretty tender. I might need an aspirin or something." She said, staring up at him.

"Or maybe a massage?" Christian suggested. "That'll work the stiffness out."

"Are you offering, Dr. Troy?"

"I happen to have very talented hands," Christian said. He stood up and beckoned Annette to his chair. "Have a seat, I'll show you."

"Thank you." She replied and moved to sit in the chair indicated. "And I don't doubt your talented hands at all, Dr. Troy. I mean, you are a surgeon after all."

Christian moved behind the chair and put his hands on Annette and started to rub her shoulders. "Call me Christian," he said. "Dr. Troy is just too formal."

She was wearing a long sleeved, thin cashmere sweater, and through it his hands felt incredible.

"Christian. It's a nice name."

Christian massaged the back of her neck. "Thanks," he said. "Annette's pretty."

She closed her eyes, "Mmmhmm. Thank you, Christian." It really was a nice name. Sort of like Sebastian...but not.

Currently empty.

Girl in a coma.

Wait for patient to tag in.

Liz was awake and sitting up in bed, she was slightly comforted that she had been able to get through a second night of sleep without waking up from nightmares.

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