Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Chris Beck - Doctors Still Make Home Visits

Chris Beck x Bree

Requested by @thegirlwhoswriting! Don't ask what the title is, I have no idea. I hate titling things honestly. Also, I am fully aware that I haven't updated in forever, and I am so so sorry. I've been trying to keep up with NaNoWriMo but I've fallen behind already and it's a struggle trying to catch up. I have to close requests, for my sanity and yours, I'm sorry guys! I promise I'm still writing whenever I can for you guys.

You hobbled across the hardwood floors of your home in an attempt to get to your desk chair across the room. You let out a few annoyed grumbles each time you were thrown off balance and stumbled backwards. Your harsh gaze shifted to the pair of crutches leaning against the wall behind you. You had been so cocky in thinking that you could maneuver around without them, but you were quickly realizing that this wasn't the case.

Everyday tasks like this weren't usually an issue. Of course, you didn't usually have a large clunky cast encasing your right leg. You had recently broken your leg, which you thought would be quite cool until you realized that no one would be interested in signing your cast anymore. You tragically had become an adult over the years, and apparently adults don't do things like sign people's casts and color on the menus at restaurants. Whatever.

If you hadn't been absolutely terrified of falling and breaking something else, you would have just hopped on one foot as quickly as you could to get to the chair. Instead, you went for the safer and less effective route of slowly stumbling forwards one step at a time.

You finally were able to collapse into your chair, making sure to quickly grab onto the desk to keep yourself from rolling away in the chair. You shifted around and got comfortable before wiggling your computer mouse and logging into your desktop. You eagerly rushed onto your email, unable to hide the grin on your face as you saw the new message sitting proudly at the top of the list.

CHRIS BECK - space sucks

You chuckled at the subject line and clicked on the email. Your eyes scanned over the text in front of you, and you made sure to pay close attention to every word. Chris was finally returning home from his mission to Mars for the last time (you hoped) and you were ecstatic at the idea that you would finally be seeing him soon. It had been so long since you'd last seen him, and you missed your best friend dearly. Emails could only fill so much of the gap between you, especially when that gap was around 225 million kilometers wide.

You began to type out your reply, but as you got to the part where you start to tell him about your own life, you paused. Your gaze shifted down to your cast-encased leg and you huffed. Should you tell him? I mean, he was going to figure it out one way or another. It was probably best to tell him now, and let him lecture you about the importance of being safe and not getting yourself into dangerous situations while he was still in space and couldn't wag his finger at you as he so often did.

With a soft sigh, you continued to type. You told him about the new guy at work and how annoying he is, you told him about how they still haven't done anything about the pot hole at the front of your neighborhood, and somewhere in between your stories and your jokes, you added in a clever little, "Oh yeah, and I broke my foot too. But what's really important is that they still haven't gotten in the newest part of that book series I'm always talking about at our local book store."

You finished it up with a witty one-liner and sent it off before logging out of your computer. You let out a content hum, but it was cut short as you swiveled around in your chair and saw your crutches still propped up against the wall opposite your desk. You narrowed your eyes at them and quickly spun around so your back was facing the crutches, then you pushed off of the wall and slid all the way over to your only means of semi-easy transportation.