Disclaimer: Rescue 77 and it's characters belong to Aaron Spelling and
Spelling Productions Inc. All other characters belong to me, so ask if
you wanna use 'em. Lyrics in this story belong to Rhett Akins. Great
song, btw. Feedback is good.
Pairing(s): Yup, but you'll have to read to find out!
Content Warning: Nah, not in this one.
Notes: Uh, okay...Megan and Bell are NOT my favorite couple, but y'all
already knew that. :-) For all intents and purposes, Dr. Don drives a
truck too, 'kay? 'Kay. This is my second story and has nothing to do
with my first one. It's much shorter too, you'll notice. On with the
show!
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That Ain't My Truck
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© 1999, By: Ash Carroll
Michael looked at Megan. "Which one of us do you want?" he asked.
"Don or Me?"
"I don't know." Her tone was cool.
"Well you can't have both, Megan. You have to choose."
"I'll let you know in a week."
"Fine."
Megan watched as Michael got up and stalked out of Sloan's. She
wondered where he got off being so angry with her. After all, he was
the one who didn't trust her. He kept his father's stroke a secret.
Sure they wanted to keep the media from finding out, but he couldn't
have told her? She was his girlfriend, for crying out loud, she had a
right to know. Michael was a good guy. He was sweet. And he was
rich. She always wondered why he didn't take his place in the family
business. Hell, if she had a choice between a ton of money or her job
as a nurse, she knew which one she'd pick.
Then there was Don. They had a past together. He was highly respected
in hospital circles. He was in line for a big fellowship grant. He was
sexy and spontaneous and exciting. She smiled at her predicament. Here
she was, a gorgeous young woman being forced to decide between two rich,
attractive men who were both attracted to her. It was every woman's
dream. All she had to do was figure out which guy was the better deal
within a week. No problem.
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She's been goin' out with me
Said she'd let us know by tonight
Which one it would be
So I waited by the phone
But she never called me up
Had to know what was goin' on
So, I drove by her house -- and sure enough
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Michael lay on the couch thinking about his problem with Megan. He
could understand her being upset with him for keeping her in the dark
about his father's stroke, but he couldn't understand her cheating on
him with that Don guy. He was only doing what he thought was best for
the company. He never expected her to cheat on him because of it. He
sighed. Today was the day. It was seven and still no word from Megan.
*No use waiting around here,* he thought. Grabbing his keys, he left a
note for Wick and headed out to his truck, planning on driving by to see
her face to face.
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That ain't my truck in her drive
Man this ain't my day tonight
Looks like she's in love and I'm out of luck
That ain't my shadow on her wall
Lord this don't look good at all
That's my girl -- my whole world
But that ain't my truck
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He slowed down as he approached her house. Her car was there...and so
was Don's truck. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles
turned white. He coasted past the house, stopping as he neared the
bedroom window. Seeing two shadows locked in a passionate kiss, he
fought down the bile that rose in his throat then turned his head away
from the sight, his eyes sparking with anger.
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I pulled over by the curb
I've been sittin' here all night
Wonderin' what it was I did so wrong
That he did so right
I've thought of breakin' down her door
But there's nothin' left to say
That chevy four-by-four
Says it all sittin' in my place
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Michael pulled his truck over to the curb and sat there, trying to
figure out why she'd let him go. What did Don have that he didn't?
Money? No, that wasn't it. Status? Don might have had status at the
hospital, but the Bell family was one of the most respected in the
country. Looks? Michael wasn't vain, but he sure thought he was better
looking than Don. He thought of barging in there to demand an
explanation, but decided against it. If Don was who she wanted, and it
was clear from the truck and the shadows that he was, then there was
nothing left for him to say.
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Ryan walked into Sloan's and saw Bell seated at a table, nursing a
drink. "Hey," she greeted him.
"Hey."
"What's wrong? You look like somebody died."
"Somebody? No. Something. Me and Megan."
"I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault."
"No, but I know you liked her a lot and I'm sorry things didn't work
out for you."
He sighed. "Me too, but it's probably just not meant to be. Do you
believe that there's somebody out there for everyone?"
She smiled. "I used to, but lately I think that it's a nice fairy
tale."
"I thought Megan was mine."
"Yeah, well I thought Ken was mine, but I guess we were both wrong."
"I guess. We'll find then though, right?"
"We can hope."
The End
