Fandom One Shots Book Three

Connor Rhodes x OR Nurse!Reader

Thanks to JulietteSmythe, Thomas2921, squishyboical for your help and support, I really appreaciated it. Thanks to Jerica384 for suggesting Connor Rhodes for this one shot. 

The music played by the orchestra was soft in the background, as you milled around. A champagne flute of plain orange juice was balanced on your fingertips as you coerced people into donating to the hospital. One of the donors left seeking out Goodwin, after listening to your pitch which was disguised as your job description, you felt victorious in your ability to get people to donate considering as an OR nurse you rarely came to these things. Looking out over the room, you spotted Connor Rhodes, Cardiothoracic and Trauma surgeon. He was already looking at you, leaning carefully on a table, one those designed to be chest height for these types of events. Goodwin was standing next to him, both talking with a donor. You watched as he smiled, using his infamous charm to gain donations. He looked very dashing in his suit, his dark hair combed for the occasion, personally you preferred it a little messy, like someone had ran their fingers through his locks. You couldn't help as you walked over, your dress swishing as you made your way to his table. Stopping part way as a donor had asked you a question, you turned to face them and in doing so missed Connor turning to look at you, he had seen you when you arrived and small glances as he moved around the room but he hadn't managed to get a good look at you. You were breathing taking in an off the shoulder dress, the colour complementing your skin tone beautifully. The red lipstick you wore seemed blurred at the edges, and Connor wanted to kiss it off.

He shook off those thoughts as you appeared in front of him smiling, "Rhodes." Connor smiled back raising his glass, "L/N." You placed your champagne flute on the table as Goodwin moved to talk to someone a few steps away. "It's been a while. How's life treating you?" You shrugged, "Like I ran over its dog." Connor laughed, "whatever happened to what's-their-name?" You shrugged once again, "what's-their-name isn't a part of my life anymore." Connor nodded, "that's...I'm sorry." You lifted one shoulder before dropping it. "Don't worry about it." Connor smiled; "how's talking to all the donors?" You sighed lightly before conspiratorially whispering, "Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots." Connor laughed, his face lighting up with a smile. "They don't really know what a OR nurse does, really but, hey, they know now and are impressed by my skills." Connor smiled, "well your skills are impressive." You smiled back at Connor, "thank you." He raised his glass at you, when both your phones buzzed. You pulled it out of your clutch as Connor took his out of his jacket pocket. You both swore when you realised what was going on. Connor managed to get Goodwin's attention. "What is it?" She asked when she stepped forward. "Hospital's in lockdown, and one of my patient's vitals are dropping he needs surgery. The anaesthesiologist has managed to get him stable in an OR, but the surgeon and nurses are stuck on another floor and can't get there." Goodwin pinched the bridge of her nose. "How can we help, we're here?" She questioned, you pursed your lips and idea flooding into mind. Connor noticed your look and was about to ask you what you were thinking when you piped up. "I'm afraid, I've been thinking..." You trailed off, looking up at Goodwin with concern. Connor tried to crack the ice that was beginning to flood your veins. "A dangerous pastime, I'm sure. How can it help?" You inhaled, "I know a way into the hospital that security doesn't really know about, I can show you. I have some scrubs in my car, I can assist on surgery." Goodwin nodded, "do it." You and Connor raced out of the venue, stopping at your car to grab your bag of clothes.

You began to change in the back seat as Connor drove to MED, you wiped the makeup off your face dropping the makeup remover wipe into your back. Swearing under your breath, as you searched your bag. "What's up?" You sighed, "I don't have a scrub top." Connor grinned slightly. "I have a spare set of scrubs in my bag, you can wear one of mine." You reached into the boot of his car, pulling his black duffel bag into the backseat. You pulled on Connor's scrub top, as Connor pulled over. Connor changed quickly as you made your way to a side entrance to the hospital. Connor watched you led the way in and as you paused in the doorway while someone came into view, you both spotted the gun he was holding and so ducked out of sight. Connor's eyes drifted to you, his eyes spotted the curling script on his scrub top, the one you were currently wearing. He traced his last name, he tried it in his mind, Y/N Rhodes, Y/N L/N-Rhodes. He liked the idea of you sharing his last name. You both left the doorway where you were hiding and began to make your way to the OR. As you made your way to the OR, you heard footsteps. "Well shit." You whispered, knowing there wasn't really anywhere to hide. Connor apparently had an idea as his eyes darted around before settling on a door, before you could question him his hand wrapped around your elbow and he tugged you after him.