My Angel

2 - If Fate Allows

Finally reaching her car, Dr. O' Deorain tightly pulled on the sleek door handle only to be dissatisfied by it's unwillingness to budge.

Rummaging through her pockets, she let out a sigh after realizing that amist her hurry she must've left them in the store.
Against her own volition she trudged back down the same paved path she took before.

Too focused on her own thoughts, she didn't seem to notice someone walking in the opposite direction as herself. They appeared to have the same level of awareness Dr. O' Deorain had at this moment, and thus, the two collided with a great thunk and a few staggers backwards. The other woman muttered a timid apology before the two exchanged shocked glances and realized who they had bumped into.

Once again Dr. O' Deorain's heart raced as she scanned the blonde medic. Wrinkles lightly outlined her tanned skin which now began to exert a reddish glow. She wore a sweater, pencil skirt, and held a pack of beer at hand. Excluding the drinking she seemed the same.

Dr. Ziegler gazed upon Dr. O' Deorain as well, half in awe and half in shock. She too betrayed the signs of aging as wrinkles littered her death-like complexion. She couldn't help but admire her classy style. Waist high slacks, a loose button-up and a leather jacket to tie it all together. Not to mention the bottle of vodka at hand. It was as if the last 8 years hadn't happened at all.

Heart still beating, Dr. O' Deorain cleared her throat.

"Angela?"

Dr. Ziegler felt her face turn a deeper red, but she shoved those feelings deep down; something she found herself doing quite often.

"Dr. O' Deorain..."

"Fancy seeing you here."

Dr. O' Deorain attempted to keep her cool and ignore her growing anxieties.

"Yes it is."

Dr. Ziegler could see clearly through the old doctor's façade. It amused her slightly that she was so shaken by meeting her former lover.

"Might there be a Mr. Ziegler you're bringing those beers to?"

"I'm afraid that's not how last names work, Doctor, but no. They're just for me," she couldn't help, but grimace as Dr. O' Deorain tried to hide her embarrassment from the ignorant question.

"Heh... right.." her freckled face flushed a soft red.

Awkward silence ensued that response. They both shifted slightly, and stared off into the serene environment around them. The sky swelled in darkness, and the only sources of light came from crescent moon and the street lamp across from them. It flickered every so often in rhythm with the breeze.

Dr. Ziegler cleared her throat, breaking the eerie silence.

"Were you the one who left their keys at the counter?" She asked with a cold tone and an expression to match.

"Ah.. yes.. that would be me," Dr. O' Deorain had forgotten all about her predicament.

"I handed them to the cahsier, so you can go get them." A cool breeze combed her hair as she paused. " Anyway, I best be on my way now" she spoke in a rushed tone. She couldn't keep down the persistant emotions much longer.

"Aye.." Dr. O' Deorain nodded disappointingly.

Dr. Ziegler noticed a sort of mischievous glimmer in her gaze appear, one she had forgotten, but recognized so well.

With a tight grin, Dr. O'Deorain gave Dr. Ziegler a tight handshake, clasping both her bony hands over Dr. Ziegler's delicate palm.

"If fate allows, perhaps we shall meet again," Dr. O' Deorain gave one last nod before walking back towards the store.

Dr. Ziegler watched as she walked away, admiring the aura of confidence she protruded. The red hair, however, began to turn slightly back at her. Dr. Ziegler quickly turned around, hiding her now fully flushed face. Doing so, she finally took notice of a small jabbing pain in her hand. Looking down, she saw a small business card, detailing Dr. O'Deorain's contact information.
She must've slipped it in her hand during the handshake.

"It's not really fate if you're pushing it yourself," she murmured to herself, referencing what Dr. O' Deorain had said before. She tucked it into the beer pack and placed that into the basket on her bike and began to pedal herself back home.

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Once Dr. O'Deorain grabbed her keys, she walked back down to her car, inspecting the ground instensly as she did so. To her relief, she didn't find the business card she had snuck into the lovely doctor's hand, which was a good start. Especially after witnissing how cold her former colleague was acting earlier. Getting back into the car she chuckled to herself slightly, remembering how cute it was to watch Dr. Ziegler attempt to act cold towards her. She new how hard it was. How badly she wanted to spill out her sorrows and feelings. Although, as she continued this train of thought, Dr. O'Deorain found herself growing quite sad. This was something she used to like about the Doctor. There were a lot of things. As her mood grew drearier she decided to clear her thoughts, and not worry about it until morning.