Chapter 2! I'd forgotten about this story.... Maybe... it was invisible... hahahahaha... Get it?!?!

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~Natalie~ (Determined not to say y'all) [Dang it... I said it...]

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What the hell is that noise? I hear god-awful droning that can't be stopped. Ugh. I hate this most of all. Waking up. I hear some boring suit trying to tell me the damn weather report. "I'm David Allen, and this has been a weather update." Yeah, cause I really give a damn who you are and what you're spewing David.

Another day.

Wasn't it always like that? The days just seemed to keep on coming. It's like one of those damned dolls you can knock down a million times, but they'll still keep popping up. Hmmm... kind of like me. I could swear I have sand built into my feet. Ya know, they just keep knocking me down, and I keep bouncing right up.

God I bet that pisses the hell out of them.

I stop briefly to wonder who the hell 'them' is... did it include her?

Oh shut up for Christ's sake, it's only 6:00 in the morning and already I'm thinking about her? Jesus Christ. He snickered, or Judas Priest as it was.

Sleep had come rather easily for me last night. I'm not used to that. Maybe it had something to do with the long day.

Nah, I think it had a helluva lot to do with pretending to be a fly on Elizabeth's wall. I grinned. Yep, that was most definitely it. In my dreams there was no handsome surgeon... well, excepting myself of course. There was only Elizabeth and myself... oh how I had enjoyed that.

In my dreams last night I certainly wasn't invisible.

Okay, enough about her this early buddy. Let's just get a shower and go to hell. The endless joys of working at County General. The ER was such a bitch... kind of like the woman that ran it. Coincidence? I think not.

Ha-ha, I just crack myself up sometimes.

Why wouldn't she want to be with me? I'm so damn funny!

Boy, I'm really on a roll today. I can't get her out of my mind. But then again, who the hell could? That red hair... those curls... that beautiful accent.

She made the British seem almost bearable.

So, I went on about my business, and headed off to work. I just couldn't control my excitement as I walked through the ER doors and saw the insufferable Kerry Weaver standing there hunched over a chart.

"You're late." She said bluntly in that cackling voice of hers.

"So I am Kerry, but rest assured, I'm not pregnant."

She didn't seem to get it at first, but then again, she was never very quick on the uptake. Eh, it wasn't my best effort, but it pissed her off anyway. Robert-1 Kerry-0 (as usual). I mentally patted myself on the back for a job well done at 6:30 in the morning... sometimes I really did love this job, if only to piss off Kerry Weaver.

And as the elevator doors opened, I saw the second, most thorough reason I loved this job standing there in all her glory, and to my surprise, she saw me.

"You're late." She said.

"Ah, so I've heard." I said back.

"Is there a reason?"

"A reason I've heard or a reason I'm late? The reason I've heard is because I'm late, I'm late because I'm late."

"I see, so then, you're late." She said biting back a smile.

"That, Lizzie, I am." I said as I rapidly walked down the hallway, pretending to be in a hurry.

Now, mind you, I wasn't really going anywhere. Anywhere important anyway. But, it always seems as though I feel the need to be in a hurry when I'm talking with her, makes me feel important... or at least makes me think that maybe she thinks I'm important. Either way, I'm always in a hurry.

I walked into the surgeon's lounge to drop my belongings off, as I heard the door open.

"Weaver's pissed." She said matter-of-factly as she made her way to the coffee machine.

"Yeah, so, what else is new?" I ask as I shrug on my white coat, pretending that I'm not extremely ecstatic at the fact that she's talking to me.

"Yes, isn't that the truth." She says as she pours herself a cup of that caffeinated substance that is sure to be the death of us all.

"I'm like the Sitar player, Lizzie, I only speak the truth." I joked as I put my stethoscope around my neck.

"The what?" she asked, confusedly.

"The Sitar player, you know, from "Moulin Rouge", that" here I made little quotation marks with my fingers "Only spoke the truth."

She laughed a little "Oh, right, yes."

I turned to face her again "Oh, come on, you mean to tell me you've never seen 'Moulin Rouge'?" I asked, faking incredulity.

She laughed this time, a full throaty laugh that, had we been speaking more seriously, could have been my undoing "No, Robert, I've seen 'Moulin Rouge', I just don't make a point about going around memorizing it."

Ouch. That one stung. Was she insinuating he didn't have a life? If she were, she'd be right, but still: Below the belt. But, I don't show it. I laugh it off: "Perhaps you just don't have the capacity."

"Oh, I don't have the capacity?"

I step towards her "Yes, this is what I'm saying."

She smiles and then steps closer to me "No, Robert," she says, a hint of suggestion in her words "Perhaps it is you that doesn't have the capacity."

I have a hard time finding my voice. I am not mistaken this time; of her insinuation... it is completely clear to me. I don't let my shock, or my joy, cross my face as I look her straight in the eye "Oh, believe me Lizzie, my capacity is the last thing you need to worry about." I say before I turn and walk out of the lounge, leaving her with a small smile on her face.

Wow. That was amazing. I could have sworn, yesterday, that I was invisible to her... and now, today, it's as though she's flirting with me. What the hell was going on? I mean, it had happened before, but never that brazenly, never that obviously.

That was the thing with her though. I could never, in a million years tell where I stood with her. One minute she was kind, and flirtatious, the next she was bitter and cold. I needed a "Lizzie Manual". That would definitely help me sort out millions of things about her, not the least of which was what had just happened.

Could I not be invisible? Could she perhaps see me in the light I so desired?

Screw you Clay Aiken! You don't know what you're talking about!

I hated getting my hopes up, but our little session in the lounge was enough to make me forget what usually happened when I got my hopes up... and I did. They were sky high by noontime. And I didn't think they could go anywhere... I thought I was going to have a damn good night, too.

I thought wrong.

It was in the evening, and I was about ready to get off of my shift, in fact, I was leaving my office to go to my car, when I heard voices coming from the lounge. She was laughing, so was he.

I leaned closer to the door, so I could hear what was going on. Of course, the first thing I heard made me flee.

He asked her out. Whoever he was. He'd asked her out.

I didn't stick around to see whether or not she accepted, I'm sure that she did. I mean, he was probably tall, handsome... he probably had hair. She could probably see him.

So I went home. I went home and I sat on my couch and I thought about how damn stupid I was for getting my hopes up.

And eventually, I came around, and went to the kitchen for some alcohol, and then popped in a CD I had bought on my way home.

I heard the first bars of the song and began drinking my scotch.

The little gay kid began singing exactly how I was feeling.

"If I was invisible..." blah blah blah blah blah. Yada yada yada.

"Clay Aiken, I hate you!! You're a bastard!" my mind screamed, as though he were somehow responsible for my revelation that Elizabeth hardly even noticed me.

But still, though I was sad, though I was depressed, and though I was on the brink of self-hatred, I couldn't wait to see Elizabeth tomorrow.

I couldn't be invisible forever... could I?

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Yeah, it's short I know. You should review it... even though it is still cheesy and all that crap. Because... I like reviews.

Anyway, thanks for reading this... sorry it couldn't be better : ) ~Natalie~