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by Lexie
One thing you need to know....Chris never injected Karen with
the Vampire serum and the "crush" was never played out.
Chapter One Karen thumbed through the large stack of paper work that was sitting
on her desk. Sighing she carefully read the numbers and statistics that
were in front of her. Within a few short minutes she was hypnotized by
the figures and her vision was slightly blurred. Shaking her head, she
decided on coffee as a quick remedy. She put away her files she left her
office and headed to the on call room. Once she stepped inside she smiled.
This place was like a haven compared to her office with its dim lights
and stuffy air. She slowly and sheepishly went to the pot and filled a
nearby mug full of the warm, hot liquid. She smiled as the aroma filled
her nostrils as she slowly sipped it through her pursed lips. Deciding
to go back to the hell hole of an office she walked to the door.
"Hey!" Karen's distraught voice said in an alarmed, soft yell. "Watch where the hell you're going," she said looking at herself. Her white coat was a mud brown now as the coffee sat on her chest. She looked up and saw Chris. "I should have known, listen Ramsey, stay out of my way," she warned storming out. "Guess it was that time of the month," he said with a raised eyebrow
as he too poured some coffee from the pot.
Karen unlocked the door to the apartment that she called home, the place she shared with Frank. She threw her keys and her purse on the table as she proceeded into the kitchen. Flipping on the light she went to the refrigerator and peered at the full shelves, unsatisfied, she went to the cabinets on the wall. She quickly thought about what to make for their dinner. Taking the quick and easy road she pulled out a box of pasta and started boiling a kettle of water.
--The Next Day-- "Wexler, it's nice to see you up and about so early, and how are you today? In a better mood than yesterday I hope?" "Can it, Ramsey, I'm not in the mood to deal with you and you smart ass remarks, all right?" "Okey-doke," he said in corky voice as he passed her by. She rolled
her eyes and went to her office.
Karen walked into the Recovery Room and slid onto a stool at the bar. "Get me the sexy bartender," she said to the man behind the bar and her friend, Aaron. "Anything for a pretty lady," he joked as he went to find Frank. A few moments later Frank appeared and walked toward her. "Hello ma'am, what'll you have?" he asked, treating her like a costumer. "Hmmmmm, how about a cheeseburger, diet coke, and you," she said with a sly smile. "Hey, I'm not for sale," he told her. "Not even for me?" "Well.......," he added, keeping up with her playful conversation. The two broke into laughter as Chris walked through the door. "Frank, could you prey you're eyes form her chest and take *my* order" he asked in annoyance. Karen scowled, angered that he interrupted their moments as Frank sighed. "What do you want?" he asked the other man rudely. Chris placed his order and Frank left to prepare it. "So Wexler.......," Chris said, sitting next to her. "What?" she asked, tapping her fingers. "Just making small talk," he told her in his defense. An erie silence followed as they both waited for their food, when it came, Chris took his back to GH and Karen dined with Frank standing by when he could.
Chapter Three --3 Days later--
Karen leaned back in the passenger seat of Chris' car. "This was going to a long weekend," she thought to herself. Alan had insisted that they talk at a convention, a two day convention, in Manhattan. Karen had pleaded not to go, but Alan had laid a guilt trip. "Great," she muttered. "What was that Wexler?" Chris asked her. "Oh, nothing," she covered, not wanting to make any conversation that was unneeded. They were a mere hour into the trip when Chris turned on his charm. "You look...nice," he told her, careful not to "over flirt." Karen rolled her eyes in confusion. "Thanks," she said uncertain. "Chill out, there's no hidden agenda, secret meaning, scheme, or anything else I'm known for," he told her, reading her thoughts. "Really?" she asked skeptically "Really." "Somehow, I doubt that." "Really, Karen, give me some credit where credit is due, you know, I'm really a nice guy." "And hell really serves ice water," she shot at him, playfully. "Hey, that's what I hear." Karen laughed, still not looking positive at the weekend before her.
--Right Kind Of Wrong--Chapter 4--
--The Next Hour-- "Let's play a game," Chris told her, as his head lights cut through the dark night. "No," Karen told him, with boredom. "Oh, come on Wexler." She rolled her eyes, not amused by this. "Fine, what?" "How about a little game of get to know the woman sitting in my passenger seat," he told her, shifting his eyes towards her for a brief moment. "Ramsey, no," she told him, with warning. "Oh come on, nothing *too* personal, I promise," he told her. She sighed. "OK." Chris smiled, eager to harass her into revealing hidden thoughts. He decided to start small and simple. "What's your favorite color?" She raised her eye brow. "Orange," she said with suspicion. "Orange, hmm, OK," he muttered. "Favorite movie?" Karen didn't like where this was going but played along. "Urban Cowboy," she said slowly. He took a plunge, "Who was your first?" "Ramsey!" she said in shock. "We were keeping this non personal, remember?" "Oh, right, right," he said with amusement. "So..." "Why don't we play get to know the man driving?" she suggested. "Sounds like fun, let's play." She rolled her hazel eyes. "Well, what's your favorite color," she asked following his path. "Neon blue," he said proudly. "And movie?" "The shining, lots of gore, I like that," he said morbidly. She curled her lip in disgust. "You would." "Hey," he said in his own defense. She laughed, as she thought of more questions to ask.
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