BORN TO BE YOURS [ alan rickman ]

iii. THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

( oops, i accidentally published the wrong chapter earlier, sorry about that. )

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CHAPTER THREE - THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

[ DECEMBER 23, 1991 ]

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"SHOULDN'T YOU be with your family, Doctor (L/N)?" Intoned the cheerful voice of Hannah Kristy, her colleague from the children's ward. (Y/N) looked up from her clipboard and placed her pen back in her coat pocket.

"Yeah," She replied, a small smile playing on her lips, "But I escaped to go to work," (Y/N) admitted, "Ack, you and work," Hannah tutted and leaned against the marble counter of the nurse's station, her grey eyes peering at her from behind her thick black glasses, "You are such a workaholic, (Y/F/N), this is why you haven't met your soulmate."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes lightheartedly, laughing, "You're one to talk, Hannah." Hannah smirked. Intent on conversing more with her friend, Hannah opened her mouth to retort, sadly their conversation was cut short.

"Doctor (L/N)! Over here!" A voice called from the front doors of the ICU.

Alarmed, (Y/N) handed Hannah her clipboard and smiled apologetically, running towards the entrance, she gasped at the sight of the young woman's stomach was bleeding profusely, and hopped on the bed, applying pressure to the wound, her scrubs and white coat were now starting to get stained with the blood. "Sharon! Get doctor Dane!" She ordered, "Now, please!"

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(Y/N) sighed in relief as she exited the operating room, she was in her casual clothes, as her scrubs were stained with blood, her stained white coat folded on her arm because it held her possessions. She pulled out her watch and frowned at the time, it was a minute until six.

She inwardly cheered at the prospect of going back to her parents' house kick back and watch The January Man and drink her mother's delicious hot chocolate- but she still had to talk with the patient's family first.

(Y/N) approached a worried man and woman, whom she was pointed towards by a nurse, huddled in the corner. A hand was placed on (Y/N)'s shoulder, "I'll the talking this time, you look exhausted." Liam Dane smiles at her softly, (Y/N) shot him a grateful smile and nodded. Liam cleared his throat, "Mr. and Mrs. Philips?" The parents stood up and eyed (Y/N)'s bloody coat.

Liam started talking, but Cath had tuned them out. Her eyes focused on the parent's facial expressions, their worried faces relaxed a bit. They sighed in relief and thanked them both.

The next thing she knew, she was walking towards her and Liam's shared office, "(Y/N)!" Sharon whisper-shouted urgently, blushing, "There's a really really charming gentleman in your office! He came here thirty minutes ago, asking for you." (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, immediately remembering her appointment with Mrs. Rickman- Jon told had her that David Rickman was picking her up to bring her to his mother's house for a check-up because their family doctor was away for the holidays.

Her heart thumped at the prospect of maybe seeing and meeting Alan Rickman.

"Okay, did he say his name?" Sharon smiled giddily, "I dunno, he's an actor I think, he seems quite familiar- I think I saw him on stage, he said his name was Alan Rickman. Why is he here (Y/N)?" (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed even more, and shrugged her shoulders, pushing the door open. Her heart hammering against her chest.

Alan Rickman? Pfft, She's joking.

A tall man with grayish-blond hair was standing near, nay, leaning against the window in (Y/N)'s side of the office, his back turned to her, arms crossed around his navy blue coat. He turned the moment the door opened, "Good evening, you must be (Y/F/N)." He rumbled, in his wonderfully deep baritone, she had previously wished and dreamed he spoke to her.

Shite. Breathe (Y/N)!

(Y/N) nodded, clutching at her coat, "And you must be Alan Rickman," She shot back, a small smile on her face, his expressive eyebrows rose and he grinned at her, nodding his head causing a couple of stray hairs to flop down on his forehead, damn, he was lovely in real life.

"Uh, may I ask, what are you doing here?" Alan straightened, and cleared his throat, "My brother, David, had a terrible cold and asked me to pick you up." He said, but his lovely smile flattered when he spotted the blood-stained coat.

(Y/N)'s eyes followed his and winced. "Sorry about this, I just finished up a work." she offered, and walked up behind her desk, tapping the wood lightly, "You're a surgeon then?" He questioned, shoving his hands in his pocket, "Yeah," she breathed out her answer.

"How interesting." (Y/N) smiled and said nothing, shrugging her shoulders, "My brother said you finished at five-thirty," he remarked, twirling a piece of paper in his hand, he sat down on the chair in front of her desk. (Y/N) winced again, "Sorry about that again, I was in the operation room." Alan smiled understandingly, "I know how a job can be demanding," he chuckled, "How did it go?"

"Fine. She's stable now, my partner is taking care of it." She replied, setting her coat down on her desk, and sat down, turning off her computer, Alan hummed in response, staring at (Y/N) from his place. She turned to Alan, who was smiling, "Ready to go, Doctor (L/N)?" He inquired, tapping the plastic arm of the chair, she looked at him surprised.

"What?" He says, a lopsided grin on his handsome face, "I was bored and I spotted your doctorate hanging on the wall," He points to the wall, and (Y/N) turns to look at it, and turned to him with a beaming smile.

"Thank you for that! You just made my day, bless you." She said sincerely, "You will not believe the frustration of correcting people when they address me as 'Miss (L/N)'. I worked hard for my doctorate and they should address me as such." Alan's smile was so bright, (Y/N) was lost for words. "You have quite the fiery spirit Doctor." He purred, (Y/N) blushed bright red, and attempted to hide her face with her hair.

Was he flirting with me? Probably not. His hair looks so soft and fluffy.

He was still smiling at her, "Are you ready to go, Doctor (L/N)?" He asks her again, "Yes, yeah." She answered, and gathered her things from her white coat, stuffing them in her satchel, both of them stood, just then, the door opened, and in came Liam, his hair ruffled, "Hey (N/N)-" his eyes widened fractionally, "Er.. your coat?" He said weakly. (Y/N) tossed the stained white coat at him, he smiled nervously and left the room in a flash.

Alan's eyebrows rose, and the corners of lips curled up into a small smile. "He's a bit awkward." She tells him, smiling softly, "But um, you can call me (Y/N)."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

if you might be wondering, surgeons in the UK and other places are referred to as Mr/Miss/Mrs. I just stumbled upon that while Googling, and I don't know much about that so, if I got things wrong there, don't kill me, I know nothing about medical titles and such. Hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you for reading!

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