You check your watch again, it still says 8:30. Where is he. I know he's the chief and all, but he didn't even go into surgery today.
You remember a young intern coming up to Chief Shepherd as you walked into the pit together. The intern had pointed him towards the camera crew waiting for him to give a statement. He had looked annoyed and said goodbye to you.
That was close to 8 hours ago. You had been in surgery all day, your first day and you had actually managed to not get lost. Maybe that tour was helpful.
You look down at your watch again, 8:33 it reads. You sigh, it was a tiring first day, you hadn't expected a huge trauma to come through. Where is he.
"Dr. Y/L/N, ready to go?" you hear a voice in the distance call.
"Chief Shepherd, nice to see that you survived the day. Those cameras and reporters looked fun" you reply back.
He steps closer to you and you start to walk out together. "Well, I'd have rather be in surgery. How was your first day?"
You walk into the parking lot and he opens the passenger door to his car. It was a grey Mercedes Benz. It suited him. You sit down on the leather seats and he closes your door. He chuckles, opens the drivers side door and sits down. He closes the door, puts the key in ignition, and starts driving.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"You'll see when we get there."
"Oh, so you're kidnapping me now?" you laugh.
"Yes, and I'm taking you away to be locked in my house forever."
"So we're going to your house then?"
"I never said that." He looks at you, annoyed that he had given his secret date location away.
You'd been driving for close to an hour, he'd turned on his favorite music. Ew, The Clash, I can't listen to this type of music, it hurts my ears.
"I'd have never expected for you to be fan of The Clash," you say, starting another conversation.
"Oh really, what would you have expected to listen to then?"
"I don't know... maybe something a little a little quieter?"
"Do you not like to?"
"It's not really my type of music."
"Huh." He turns the volume up, knowing he's getting on your nerves.
"Seriously?"
"What? Oh look, we're almost here," he says as he turns onto a rough path that leads into the woods.
"Where is here exactly? All I see are trees."
He drives out to a small clearing, only a trailer in sight.
"So you weren't lying about wanting to keep me all to yourself," you say laughing. "You bring me out into the middle of nowhere knowing I don't have a car to leave with, and then you show me this tiny trailer where I'm going to live out the rest of my life."
"How'd you figure out my plan?" he replies laughing.
"It was a pretty obvious plan Chief."
"We're on a date, you can call me Derek, Y/N."
"Okay then Derek, what are we actually doing here?"
"This is our date."
"In the middle of nowhere?"
"Yes, in the middle of nowhere. Come on, let's get out."
You open the door and step out into the fresh air. He steps out too and walks towards you.
"So, what's the trailer really for?"
"I live there."
"You live there? In that trailer? You're the chief of surgery," you reply in shock. He makes at least 2 million a year why does he live in that tiny thing.
"Yes, I'm the chief of surgery. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Don't you make a lot of money, why live here?"
"I like it out here, I like being surrounded by nature. I don't need a big house to be happy."
You stare at each other. He walks over to you and grabs your hand, he pulls you in the direction of his trailer.
"Come on, let's go inside. You'll love it!" He grins at you. He starts to run, pulling you with him. He's like a little boy showing off his favorite toys to his parents, you laugh.
You both arrive at the trailer, he opens the door to show a small, cozy looking space. It feels warm and homey, something about it was just... right. You look around to see medical and fishing journals on the table. He really was a man of the outdoors.
"So, you like to fish?" His hand was still wrapped around your hand. His fingers entangled between yours. You look down at it, but don't pull away.
He looks up at you and said, "Yeah, it's even better that I live near a lake." He points out the window of the trailer to a small stream outside. "I love to catch fish there, especially in the morning."
"Fish for breakfast? Is it even good that early in the morning."
"Fish is good any time of day. Speaking of meals, what do you want to eat?"
You forget that you're actually on a date, and not just visiting his trailer. "Uhhh I'm fine with anything."
"Okay then I guess it'll just have to be a surprise."
"First you kidnap me, now you might put posing in my food. Wow, what a gentleman," you say laughing.
"Let's pray you make it of here alive," he laughs. He lets go of your hand to grab pots from his drawers. Who knew a tiny trailer could hold so many cooking supplies.
"I'm guessing that you like to cook too," you say as you point to the many pots, pans, and equipment he had stored everywhere.
"Yeah, it's a hobby I picked up, living out here with no restaurants for miles."
You pull out a chair and sit down at the table, watching as he started to boil water. "How long have you been living out here?"
"Oh just a few years, maybe like 4 or 5, whenever I first moved to Seattle."
"So you've been out here alone for 5 years? No friends, no family?"
"No, it's just me. I mean I have Mark who was always a brother to me, but I usually just see him at the hospital. Now that I'm chief, I don't have much time for other activities."
He's talking about sex now isn't he. Of course he is, that's all men talk about. He just told me he's been celibate for years. Wow, no wonder he brought me over.
The water comes to a boil and he pours the pasta in, on the other side of the counter he started seasoning a slab of steak.
"So, tell me about yourself Y/N. Why did you move to Seattle?"
"Well for this job honestly, I had a great job in Boston, but I was only an general surgery attending, not the chief of my specialty."
"Oh come on, no one goes across the country just for the job, there had to be a reason." He takes out a pan and begins to cook the steak.
"Well, why'd you come to Seattle 5 years ago?"
"I asked you first."
"Fine. I just needed a break from everyone and everything. I needed a fresh start somewhere where no one knew who I was. I mean they might've known my name, but not who I really was. That answer your question?"
"It's good enough for now. I'll be finding out the real reason soon enough though."
"I told you the real reason," you smirk at him. "How about you? Answer my question."
"Well, I left New York because my ex girlfriend was cheating on me. I didn't really have much else to do there, and Seattle had an opening for the chief of neurosurgery. I decided that this was my chance to get a fresh start, come to a new city, maybe meet someone new." He flips the steak over to cook the other side.
He looks at you again. He comes closer towards you and grabs your hand. He lifts you up from the chair and put his hands around your waist. His hands move down to your ass as he lifts you up, onto the table. His face is so close to yours, your lips almost touching. He whispers, "Maybe you could be that someone new."
He leans in, but before your lips meet, the pot full of pasta boils over.
"Shit!" he yells, leaving you stunned and laughing. He forgot about the food.
He goes over to close the flames on each of the stove tops and put the food on the plate. You sit back down in the chair. He comes to the table, and places the meal in front of you.
"Dinner's ready," he laughs.
A/N:
i definitely described things wrong so ignore that. thanks for all the reads so far!