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Full Summary: Edward Cullen, a 30 year old General surgeon, who is enigmatic, flirtatious, career focused, and yet geeky; moves from NYC to a small sleepy town of Port Jervis, NY. Bella Swan, shy and independent, 23 year old surgical technologist, has lived in Port Jervis all her life. Same shit different day, is her usual mantra. How will the arrival of Edward change things? AH. Canon couples. ExB. HEA, with a sequel that follows.

*This story is NOT beta'd. Only this chapter is. This chapter was beta'd by HollettLA, and I will be replacing the old chapters with the edited ones. NOTHING WILL CHANGE - Just my horrible grammar skills.

Song: 'Love Game' by Lady GaGa


Beep, beep, beep , beep

I hated that awful sound. I glanced – ok, gave the evil death glare – to my blaring alarm clock while simultaneously flipping it off. I noticed that it had been going off for a while. The stupid thing disrupted a rather naughty dream that starred Cedric Diggory and myself. That's what I get for falling asleep while watching 'Goblet of Fire'. Fuck, it was already 5:45! Now I'd have to rush.

Groaning to myself and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I decided not to prolong the inevitable. After all, getting out of bed is half the battle.

After leaping ungracefully out of bed I jumped in the shower. I washed quickly and wrapped myself in a towel, and then made my way back into my bedroom. I dried off and grabbed the clothes nearest me.

I put on the gray velour sweat suit, ran my fingers though my hair and gathered my things. I felt naked without my cell phone, so I double checked to make sure that I had the damn thing with me. I exited my apartment fairly quickly and started my car. Damn, it was cold outside for October, and having wet hair didn't help matters.

I sped down the road to the Citgo where I buy my coffee every morning. No matter how late I am, I always manage to stop for coffee. It's my addiction – coffee, that is – not being late for work.

Once back in the confines of my car, I noticed I had twenty minutes to make it to work.

Skimming through my iPod, I put on some music, looking for something fast to help mentally prepare myself. Listening to what people might consider workout music easily lifted my spirits and got me pumped for whatever chaos the day might bring.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick"

The twenty-minute drive to work always flies by quickly. I work in Port Jervis, NY, the boring town where I grew up and the same town I swore I would leave as soon as I could. I did leave, but I certainly didn't go very far. I live in Middletown, NY, which is about seventeen miles east of my hometown.

Parking my car, I couldn't help but scoff at my pasty complexion in the rear-view mirror. My sister always complains that I should wear makeup to work and I always tell her that it's a lost cause.

When you spend your day wearing a hat and mask, putting on makeup seems a bit ridiculous.

Shit! I was going to be late. I hopped out of the car and ran into the hospital, clocking in just in the nick of time. I waited impatiently for the ancient elevators. Waiting for this dreadful thing is always unbearable and achingly slow. I berate myself because I could and should take the stairs, but who am I kidding? I'm barely even awake.

When the doors opened, there was a man standing by the buttons. I glanced quickly and mumbled, "Four, please." He didn't acknowledge me at all. People usually mumble a "Good Morning." Not him, he just pressed the button in silence.

Instead of watching the numbers slowly rise, I looked at the man. He was wearing a suit – an expensive looking suit – he had broad shoulders, a cute ass, and tufts of unruly bronze hair sticking out every which way. It was an odd hair color, not really red, but not brown either. I vaguely thought about what it might feel like between my fingers.

Get a hold of yourself, Bella, you haven't even seen his face yet.

-I know, it was just an errant thought.

No, you're horny as fuck.

-Shut up, stupid voices!

I wondered who he was. This was a small community hospital and I know most of the employees, if not by name then by face. He got off the elevator on the third floor and I never even got to look at his face. Damn, wearing that suit? He's probably a sales rep or something.

Once on my floor, I darted to the locker room and changed into the ugly green scrubs provided by the hospital. I was just barely on time, so the locker room was fairly empty. I tied my hair into a knot and put on my favorite scrub cap. It has frogs and hearts on it. I know it's childish, but it is my favorite and it matches the ugly scrubs.

I walked up to the huge dry erase board to see my destiny for the day. Today, I will be working with Dr. Cullen. Thank God. He's decent to work with and a creature of habit. Those qualities make my job easier.

I am a Surgical Technologist or scrub nurse as most call it. I set up and assist in surgical procedures, basically.

I noticed underneath Dr. C's name there was also an E. Cullen under "Assistant." I couldn't believe I forgot.

Last week, my supervisor mentioned that Dr. Cullen's son would be starting sometime this week. He is a general surgeon, just like his father, and has just finished his residency somewhere in New York City. Since he didn't have his own patients yet, he would be assisting his father. That will make my job, which was multi-tasking, a little boring. When a surgeon has an assistant, my duties are limited to handing them instruments. I love to assist and do my normal duties at the same time. It keeps my mind occupied and my hands busy, making the day go by very quickly.

"So, have you seen him yet?" I was brought back to the present by my co-worker, Jessica Stanley. She's the OR unit clerk and department gossip.

"I'm sorry, what? I mean, who?" I replied.

"Dr. Cullen- the other Cullen?" I just shook my head no in response.

"Well, I had the opportunity to meet him Friday. He's very handsome and single!" She exclaimed. I glanced around to make sure no one heard her. Fortunately, no one was paying us any attention.

"Anyway..." she droned on and on about Dr. Carlisle Cullen's son, following me to Operating Room One. I grabbed a mask and put it on. I was about to go in when she came closer and whispered in my ear, "I saw his preference card. He wears a size 8 1/2 glove. You know what they say about big hands." She winked and then skipped back to her desk. The audacity of the woman was incredible - comparing a man's dick size to his glove size. I chuckled to myself and continued my journey.

Once inside the operating room, I inspected the open supplies to make sure that I had everything that I needed. Angela is my circulating nurse for the day and I would hate to give her the run around if I needed something during the procedure that I could have gotten myself. She's sweet, quiet, and a pleasure to work with; not like some of the old bitter crows that make up the nursing staff in the operating room.

Both she and I usually worked with Dr. Cullen. We don't always work with him. He prefers us to our co-workers, but our supervisor, Victoria, makes the room assignments. Most of the time she puts us in his room, per his request. It's not fair to the other nurses and techs who also love to work with Dr. Cullen, though. Sometimes Victoria switches it up a bit to give the other staff a chance to work with him, even though he doesn't like it.

-She's such a bitch.


"Morning, Bella. How was your weekend?" Angela enthusiastically greeted me in her happy sing-song voice. That is her only draw-back. I hate morning people.

"Too short. How was yours? Were you on call?" I replied back, trying to match her enthusiasm while also being honest.

They should really make Monday part of the weekend.

-Then you would hate Tuesday.

Whatever, at least it'd be an extra day off.

"No, no call. Ben and I just stayed in. You know, the usual."

I nodded. I do know the usual; watching television, reading fanfiction on the web, and wearing pajamas the entire weekend, unless my sister pestered me to come over and leave my lonely sanctuary behind.

Today is an easy day; two inguinal hernias, one breast lumpectomy, and a laparoscopic cholecystectomy. Easy. If turnover was quick enough, we will be done by one o'clock and then I can restock until clock-out time at three. I gave a smile to Angela after double checking the sterile supplies. She was great at what she did and never disappointed when getting everything together. I left to wash my hands before I set up.

After my five minute scrub, I donned my gown and gloves and proceeded to set up. I counted my instruments with Angela before she went to get the patient.

I hummed quietly to myself along with the radio until a deep, velvet voice called from behind me, "Good morning."

I turned around. I couldn't see his face because of the surgical mask but I had no doubt in my mind that this was the infamous E. Cullen. Wow, this dude is tall! He towered over my short frame while he closely inspected my set up. He had the most vibrant green eyes I had ever seen and bronze colored locks sticking out from under his scrub cap. Elevator man!

The ugly, shapeless green scrubs that I hated looked amazing on him. His broad shoulders and biceps made his top a little snug. I could just imagine licking said shoulders.

Whoa Bella get a hold of yourself.

-Oh my God, he's staring at you! Say something, you idiot!

I nodded and said, "Morning. You're Dr. Cullen?"

"Edward." What?

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Please, call me Edward. Do you have my gloves? I wear an eight and a half." I nodded my head yes and I felt my cheeks get hot. How could I not think about his large glove size and his big dick?

Thanks, Jess.

Thankfully, my mask covered my tomato-red face.

Before I could introduce myself, Angela came back with the patient. I stood back out of the way next to my sterile field while they got the patient on the bed and put him to sleep.

"Good morning," Dr. Cullen greeted when he finally arrived after his surgical scrub. He always comes in, hands wet and ready to work.

"Morning, Dr. Cullen," I greeted, while I handed him a towel. Edward exited the room to scrub.

I helped gown and glove Dr. Cullen and then we prepped and draped the patient. I was about to hand Dr. Cullen the scalpel when Edward came back in. I repeated the same routine as I had with his father minutes prior. When I went to put the gown on him, his scent hit me like a wrecking ball. It was mouth-watering, a hint of Polo sport cologne and…Edward? Whatever it was, it was absolutely delicious.

Finally handing Dr. Cullen the scalpel, he in turn passed it to Edward. The procedure went without a hitch. When we were finished, I ripped off my mask and began cleaning up. I always pitch in with the housekeepers. The faster the room is cleaned, the faster the day goes. I was throwing a few random things in the garbage bin when Dr. Cullen and Edward approached me.

"Bella, I'd like you to meet my son. This is Edward, our new staff general surgeon. He'll be assisting me until he gets his own patients," he said with a little chuckle. I tore my eyes from Dr. Cullen and looked at Edward. He was strikingly beautiful. He had a sharp jaw line, straight, perfect nose, and the most kissable pouty lips I had ever seen.

I wonder what they would feel like against my skin... *Swoon*


I felt flush and I was sure that my cheeks were scarlet. I hoped to get used to his presence. I don't know how hard it will be to work amidst all of this UST.


-He's staring at you again.

I smiled.

"Bella, it's nice to meet you," he said as he stuck out his hand for a friendly shake. I took his hand greedily and never wanted to let go. His hands were big and engulfed mine with ease. When his hand touched mine, I was greeted with a tingly sensation that went from my fingertips to the rest of my body. He let out an audible gasp and I quickly let go, trying to form words. It was probably just the static electricity caused by the stiff scrubs.

"Likewise," I said as I looked at my feet and bit my lower lip nervously.

"Now, Edward, Bella is the best scrub nurse there is. If you have any problems when I am not around, she's the go-to woman." I blushed once again. I always knew Dr. Cullen thought highly of me, but I just never took compliments well.

"I'll have to remember that," Edward replied and then... He winked at me. He fucking winked at me! This was going to be a long day.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick"