|The Naked Truth
Author: SnerkyOne PM
Sometimes the truth isn't exactly what it seems. Eva/ProctorRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Eva Zambrano & M. Procter - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,015 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 6 - Published: 04-28-10 - id: 5931735
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. If I did, it would be a very different show. Probably on premium cable, too. :)
Author's Note: I was already on the Eva/Proctor bandwagon before episode 1X03, so the ending whipped me into a shipper frenzy. I am aware that the events of episode 1X04 contradict this story, but I decided I liked it too much to change it, so here it is! Hope you enjoy. :)
The Naked Truth,
She came awake slowly, her mind fuzzy from the previous night's drinking. Cuban or not, she'd definitely had one too many drinks. Wincing against the dull ache located somewhere behind her left eye, she shifted positions, noticing the unfamiliar roughness of the sheets against her bare skin.
She was naked.
In a bed other than her own.
She didn't need to open her eyes to confirm that fact; these were certainly not her beloved 1000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets she was lying on. Still, she couldn't exactly lay there all day, pretending to be asleep. Eventually, she'd have to open her eyes, if only to determine exactly how stupid she'd been.
Or, more specifically, exactly who she'd been stupid with.
"Please, please, please," she silently begged the Powers that Be, "please let it not be Chris... Anybody but Chris..."
Not that there was anything wrong with her young colleague, mind you. Chris was a great guy, and an even greater doctor. She liked spending time with him, and rather enjoyed their little flirting games but, when it came right down to it, she had zero interest in taking it any further than that. Problem was, she thought he might have other ideas, and if she'd been stupid enough to bed him last night, things were going to get complicated.
And she hated complicated.
Well, in her love life, anyways...
She sat up slowly, squinting in an effort to make the room come into focus, when she noticed a figure standing in the doorway.
"Coffee?" the figure asked, the voice and accent unmistakable.
"Well," she thought to herself as she collapsed back onto the bed, "at least it wasn't Chris..."