Sliding into Home (A Frank Adler AU x MLB)

Are You Sure We Aren't Going Crazy?

Abigail Hernandez, Medical Director. 

The sign on the door of her new office was still shiny as Abby stared at it from the outside.  She couldn't believe, with how young she was, that she was the head doctor for the Dodgers.  Her heart clenched for a moment.  This was supposed to be the Red Sox. 

Moving the day after graduation had been the worst and yet the smartest decision she could have made. While she wished it was under better circumstances, her residency was with the best sports medicine doctor on the West Coast.  She could start over, out of the shadow of her famous ex-boyfriend.  The one she was still, undoubtedly, in love with. 

Her heart clenched again when her mind drifted to thoughts of Mary.  Sweet, angelic Mary, who has done nothing wrong except have an uncle who betrayed Abby with his actions.  She wondered how big Mary was now, if she was still as sharp as she had been when she was starting school.  She wished she had kept in contact, at least with her.  But a clean break is what had been needed at the time. 

In the weeks that followed the breakup, Abby threw herself into her schoolwork.  Medical school was no joke and with wanting to forget her social life. She had converted two years into one, didn't have a social life but it paid off.  At the end of her third year, she was offered an internship with the Boston Bruins as an assistant to the team doctor.  She got used to how athletes were, what could be done on ice and so forth. That line on her resume allowed her to get her residency at USC after graduation. 

Her parents were sad that she was moving but they didn't fight it.  They remembered the absolutely broken look that was on their daughter's face the night she came home.  They knew about the rumors; who didn't at this point? But she never said a word other than she broke up with him and needed to move back with them. 

She shook her head, not wanting to relive that last fight, the last words spoken to him. 

She finished at Harvard Medical School and graduated top of her class.  Her whole family showed and her now only best friend, Mike.  Mike had been there for her the entire time, never lied to her.  He was the support she needed then. He was there when she went to the airport and hugged her tightly, reminding her that she could call whenever, and he would always answer.  Mike was her rock. 

Her mind drifted to the day she met Mike. Ironically it was the same day she met Frank. 

Fifteen Years Earlier...

"So, Abby, how many classes did you get to skip?"

"Math, Science and English." 

"Wow. So, you're a genius?"

"Not really, just smart, I guess." Abby blushed at Frank's attention. He was smoking hot, lean, baseball cap backwards covering his hair, blue eyes that made her feel like she was drowning. 

"Yo! Adler, wait up!" Another boy walked up to Frank. "Dude, chemistry is going to suck.  I got partnered with Barnes and... oh, who's this?"  Mike looked Abby up and down. 

"Abby, this is Mike, my best friend.  Mike, this is Abby.  She's a genius." 

"I am not a genius!" Abby shoved Frank a bit as Mike smiled at her. "I'm just really good at math and stuff." Abby pushed another strand of her unruly hair behind her ear. 

"Well, beautiful, if you can help me get through Trig I would appreciate," Mike said.  Abby was gorgeous and Mike wouldn't mind tapping that.  It wasn't like he didn't get enough tail from the jersey chasers, but Abby seemed different.