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jamespotterthefirst · 2 years

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Karaoke (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, Beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 750 Warning: None Premise: It’s karaoke night at Donahue’s and she makes him sing. Prompt: 89. “I noticed.” from “A Hundred Ways to say I Love You” (Thank you anon!)

Author’s Note: Basically, I said here that Ethan x Lilac has sung Karaoke together and I’ve wanted to write something about it since. I promise he’s in character as he does this lol.

Author’s Note II: Dedicated to all my Hamilton obsessed friends and MCs, especially @takeharryandgo and Meredith

Karaoke night at Donahue's is a special brand of hell for Ethan Ramsey. In the past, he avoided it like his life depended on it because it almost did. Death was preferable to listening to strangers miss every possible note of dreadful pop music. Not even the promise of top shelf scotch could have lured him in.

Yet, here he is tonight, sitting in the middle of the rowdy bar, watching Sienna Trinh passionately belt out angry pop lyrics in Lahela's face. The watching crowd cheers as the surgeon stands tall, arms crossed, and doing a poor job of keeping a straight face.

“End him!” Varma yells encouragingly.

Ethan is not following and for once in a long time, he feels utterly clueless. Not appreciating the feeling, he begins to wonder why he is even there. Then, a soft hand squeezes his for no reason other than the sheer joy of touching him. Lilac grins from beside him, eyes alight with the euphoria of the night.

Oh.

That's why he is there.

“I'm gonna go up with Elijah and Bryce next,” she tells him over the music. “Wanna join?”

Ethan has to bend down to hear her.

“I'd rather die,” he replies. “But have fun.”

Lilac laughs and Ethan can't help but smile back. “I wouldn't be so sure. Keep your wits about you, Doctor.”

He doesn't get an opportunity to enquire more on that ominous statement because the song, which someone proclaims to be "Taylor Swift” (whatever that is), comes to an end and Sienna takes a dramatic bow to raucous applause. A minute later, Elijah Greene queues up the music for the next song and then he joins Lilac and Lahela on stage. Ethan almost groans as the notes of a Hamilton song blast from the speakers.

He’d recognize them anywhere because his girlfriend plays the whole album constantly. And when Ethan confiscates the music player, she sings it without music. Secretly, he has to admit it’s endearing when she does that, even if she tries (and fails) to sing all parts at once.

“The issue on the table,” Elijah says sternly into the mic, taking his role as Washington too seriously. “France is on verge of war with England…”

Meanwhile, Lilac and Lahela are almost nose to nose on stage, microphones clutched in hand as they make exaggerated faces at each other. Ethan can't decide who is the worst actor since they both look on the verge of laughter. Still, Lilac exudes so much unrestrained confidence and mirth that Ethan feels his chest tug.

“... Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir.”

On cue, Lilac raises her microphone to begin the "cabinet battle".

“When we were on death's door when we were needy,” she sings to ear-splitting cheers from her friends. “We made a promise, we signed a treaty.”

It's here where she turns to look right at Ethan, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes like a flame. Quickly—so quickly that Ethan doesn't exactly know what hit him— she hops off the stage and promptly sits on his lap. The whistling and cheering from the crowd is so loud, it's almost difficult to hear her.

“We needed money and guns and half a chance,” she continues into the mic with as much flair as the original. “Uhh, who provided those funds?”

Lilac flips the microphone toward Ethan.

There is a millisecond of strained silence in which the whole bar seems to hold their breaths.

Then, in an admirably accurate monotone, he says—

“France.”

Ethan is convinced the patients on the eight floor across the street can hear the cacophony this provokes. The crowd simply loses its proverbial shit at seeing the ever taciturn Ethan Ramsey participate so willingly in karaoke. The commotion is so out of control, Elijah has to pause the song since neither Lilac nor Lahela can continue.

“Yaaaaasssss!” Sienna is the loudest of all.

“Give us nothing!” Varma shouts through cupped hands.

Lilac, for her part, kisses him through her laughter, so infectious that Ethan can't help but chuckle too. Eventually, everyone calms down enough to allow the duo to finish the song. Lilac hops off his lap and owns the stage with her rendition. Ethan had to admit, even Lahela isn't bad at all.

“That made my night,” Lilac says to him, resuming her place on his lap. “I love it when you cave and sing Hamilton.”

Ethan puts in all his effort to focus on her and not on his hand resting casually on her bare thigh.

“I noticed.”

How could he not notice? Her pretty green eyes glitter like the most luscious forest at sunrise and her smile—he'd do anything to earn it.

“It always gets a reaction out of you.”

She responds by lowering her voice to a dangerously low whisper, her eyes darkening. “Take me home so I can show you what kind of reaction you provoked, Ramsey.”

Ethan doesn't have to be told twice.

Author's Note: This was nothing lol.

Also, Ethan Ramsey and I do not share the same opinions on music. He’s an old man who wouldn’t know “All Too Well” if it bit him in the ass. In fact, he wouldn't know who today's pop artists are. Except Adele. He knows her from Lilac lol.

Finally, if you sent me one of these, I am working on them <3 Thank you for being patient!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #My writing

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queerchoicesblog · 5 years

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Lost Cause (OH, Aurora & F!MC Friendship, Harper & Aurora)

So I finally wrote a fic about the Emery doctors since I strongly doubt we will get a chance to see this in the original book. Yet I feel like a scene like this should have been part of the story, after what we learned about them over the past few chapters. Set before Ch. 16 on the eve of MC (Meredith Valentine)’s hearing and containing references to my Aurora & F!MC friendship fic, this fanfic deals with a (much needed) confrontation between Aurora and Harper.

Pretty angsty and hopefully bittersweet, as I headcanon them as close in the past: that affection isn’t gone, but things are different now when they’re both doctors at Edenbrook hospital. And a few misunderstandings cloud their minds, even though they speak from the heart out of care. It was tough to write, but I hope I stayed in character! I’d like to think that after this talk, there will be a new beginning for their relationship. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2800+

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @bhavf @bbaba-yagaa @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat

OH Tag: @bubblygothzombie @emeryharper

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Harper was going through the papers of Dr. Valentine's hearing, sipping a coffee on her couch when her doorbell rang. It was a bit late for a friend stopping by and she wasn't expecting anyone, not the night before a hearing. She stood, groaning, hoping that it wasn't Ethan on the other side of the door. Or even worse, Declan. That creep would be perfectly capable to throw a stunt like that.

But it was none of them. When she opened the door, it was...

"Aurora?"

"Hi...Harper" her niece greeted her, shifting uncomfortably.

"Hi but what...what are you doing here? It’s late?"

"Can I come in?"

Harper looked at her for a moment, before resolving to set aside and let her in.

"I made coffee, do you want some?"

"Yes, why not? I can't sleep anyway"

They both walked to the kitchen.

"How come? What's troubling you?" she inquired, handing her a mug of black coffee.

Aurora took it and a displeased expression curled her lips. She diverted her eyes and muttered:

"As if it's hard to guess"

Harper inhaled sharply and grimaced.

"Rory, please tell me you're not here for tomorrow's hearing"

Aurora met her gaze and looked at her right in the eye, determination in her eyes.

"What if I am?"

"You perfectly know that I can't share any detail nor allow any kind of interference-"

"I know that"

"Then why you're here?" Harper sighed.

Aurora didn't divert her gaze but kept quiet for a moment, searching for the right words to articulate her thoughts.

"When I mess up or do something wrong you, Dr. Mirani, Dad or whoever else don't miss the chance to let me know that I made a mistake. Well, that's why I'm here tonight. You made a mistake. More than just one maybe"

Harper crossed her arms and stiffened. She had already had the most unpleasant phone call with Declan earlier that day, another scolding was exactly what she needed, she thought.

"Because I called the hearing?"

"Yeah, for instance"

"Believe it or not, Dr. Valentine herself asked me to call it. She came to my office, confessed to be the one who injected the unapproved serum to Mrs. Martinez and asked me to call an ethical hearing" Harper shuttered her jaw.

"What?" Aurora gaped, genuinely surprised. She was in the dark of that detail.

"She stated that she wants to stand up for what she believes it's right, to pick her battle. And she wanted a chance to defend her choice at an ethics hearing which I allowed her. But I guess it's easier to put the blame on me, right? The only one who broke the rules is Dr. Valentine, I'm just following the protocol. And for the record, since she confessed me her doing, I wasn't even-"

Aurora had stopped listening to her. She repeated the words of her aunt into her head.

"My God, she did it...she did it for real"

Harper gave her a quizzical look. Aurora met her gaze again.

"That's one more reason why Valentine must win the hearing!"

"Wait wait...it's not that easy, girl. We're not in one of those medical dramas on TV. I must admit I was impressed by her courage too but-"

"Name me one intern, an intern not even a senior doctor, who would do the same? Who has ever done the same?" Aurora challenged her.

Harper opened her mouth to say something but nothing came.

"See? Maybe not even you would have done it!"

Harper sighed.

"Rory..."

"Surely not a single one of those one brain cell interns of that stupid competition you put on!"

"That's not stupid! It-" Harper protested but she was cut short by her niece.

"Maybe it was not in your head but it's utterly stupid! None of them took it seriously. Or better too seriously! But in the wrong way! It's just like high school or worse kindergarten all over again" Aurora groaned. "People only want to win and can't care less for their actual patients. Take Olsen, number two of your ranking, for instance: the other day I heard him say to a kid complaining about pain to toughen up and stop whining cause he couldn't possibly be that much in pain. And it's not the only one I heard saying stuff like that! I got lucky that my surname is Emery but someone's heavily sabotaged Valentine since she got to the top!"

Harper immediately reminisced the pager accident and the talk she had with Dr. Valentine in her office.

"Sabotaged?"

"Yes, with the pager, stolen charts and things like that. Because she was on top!"

Harper pinched her nose.

"That's ridiculous and very serious at the same time. That's not just a petty prank, this is crossing a line and putting our patients in a bad position too. Do you have evidence?"

"No, I don't. I just know, everybody knows"

"That's no good news though. With pieces of evidence, I could have started an investigation. I don't tolerate this in my hospital, under my watch"

"Still, it's partly your doing: if you hadn't come up with that brilliant idea of yours!"

"I did what I thought was right, Rory. And I would do it twice because I believe it is the right thing. Even if there are clearly interns that are utterly immature and don't understand the huge opportunity I gave you all. Because that's what it is. But is that a reason not to do the right thing? That fellowship could be the start of a great career, it's an opportunity none of the doctors I know had when we were in your place. But I cannot hand it to any of you just like that: I must know that you have what it takes to earn it. Even if it means pushing you to the limit. I don't regret it, I'm just disappointed to hear some of the interns are so unworthy of even entering medical school as they have no maturity nor ethics"

Aurora exhaled loudly, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Whatever, it doesn't change the fact that Valentine's career is on the line now"

"Actions have consequences and she made her choice" Harper winced.

"And you made yours"

Harper's gaze hardened as she registered the implications.

"And what's this supposed to mean? What Valentine did was reckless and the charges she's gonna face are very serious!"

"And what about Teresa? Didn't you care for her? Or was that just a lie you told to yourself?"

A flash of fury crossed Harper's gaze as she slammed her own mug on the kitchen counter.

"That's enough, Aurora! Enough! What do you think you know about Teresa? About Teresa and me? You have no right to talk to me like that! So do me a favor and stop assuming things about you as most do lately, and on that note stop assuming the worst about me!"

She paused and took a deep breath to cool off. When she spoke again there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Is that what you really think of me?"

Aurora diverted her eyes.

"All I'm saying is...you're so obsessed with rules. I know it's a Chief job but I think that a good doctor knows when to make certain calls if you get what I mean. That's what makes them a good doctor, not just another doctor"

"And I'm clearly not a good doctor while Valentine is, that's what you're saying, right?"

Harper was now looking her right in the eye, waiting for her answer.

"From where I stand, Mrs. Martinez case is so complex and there are so many ethical implications...I don't know if it's right to charge Valentine for her doing. Yes, she broke the rules but Teresa got to live her few days outside the hospital"

"Aurora, I'm glad she got to leave the hospital at last too but that injection could have killed her, for what we know. I was about to read the result of the autopsy but I hope you understand that the scenario you're using to support your admirable defense of your partner is just one of many. The brightest one. The one you're ignoring is way darker and far less pleasant"

Aurora considered her words.

"But what if sometimes there are some risks to take? Like you have to do whatever it-"

"Whatever it takes" Harper repeated mechanically, exhaling loudly in frustration. "Did you talk to Ramsey too?"

"No, but from what I've heard at least Dr. Rams-"

"Ramsey, Ramsey, Ramsey. Always Ramsey! Hundreds of talented professionals at Edenbrook and who's everyone swooning over? Ethan! Because he's so tormented, so compassionate with patients: the knight in shining armor of Edenbrook"

Harper shook her head.

"Do you know what wondrous Ethan did? He quitted! And I've covered for him so far to avoid rumors and chaos! I tried to make him reason and come back to work but no! Drowning your sorrows in a bottle of scotch is way better than fighting back, because yes, Aurora, that's what he's doing right now! And he even stopped answering my calls, anyone's calls! So I'm asking you: is that what you call a good doctor? He is one of the best residents in the diagnostics team and yet he chose alcohol instead. He quitted without giving a damn about the consequences: who's gonna cover his role? Did he say if he's done permanently or not? No, and in the meantime, I have a hole in the diagnostics team with him and Naveen gone and one brilliant doctor less. A doctor who could have helped significantly during the E.R. emergency and every single day, if only he picked up a phone because people don't stop getting sick or hurt when we're down. Everybody hurts, everybody grieves their losses but it's not a good reason to act like that. From where I stand, this is part of the Oath too"

"I didn't know about Dr. Ramsey..." Aurora commented, lowering her gaze.

"Nobody does yet people always assume the best about him" Harper commented sharply.

A tense silence fell into the room. Aurora was the first to speak.

"I didn't mean to say you're a bad doctor. I..I just miss you being you, I guess"

"What do you mean?"

"When you weren't Chief. When you were just my aunt surgeon"

"I'm always the same, Rory"

Harper's voice imperceptibly softened as she tried to reach for her niece's hand but Aurora shook her head, grimacing.

"No, you're not. Stop lying to yourself"

Harper looked taken aback by her last statement so she continued.

"This is not you and you know it, deep inside. You're frozen, stuck...scared maybe? What were you thinking when you signed up for this position? When you were an intern like me, when you were a surgeon, you were happier. Try and tell me I'm wrong! I remember the look on your face, the light in your eyes when you were appointed Head of Neurosurgery. Your dream came true, that's what you said. Then one day you gave it away to do what? Administration. And become this Chief who enforces rules at any given occasion. But that dignified smile you have on at work is not the one I remember from back then. Was it even worth it? Being a Chief?"

Harper did her best to conceal the pang of pain she felt in her chest as her niece spoke.

"Rory, time changes things...years of experience changes your perspective..."

As she stopped, unable to find other arguments, not ready to tell the truth, Aurora sighed.

"You know what's funny? I don't think I've ever told but when I decided to apply to med school, it wasn't only because of an aptitude test. It was a tough decision but I did it because...I wanted to be like you one day"

Harper met her gaze, visibly surprised and touched.

"Maybe not a neurosurgeon but a confident, badass female doctor just like you. You were so passionate about your work. When you talked about it, it was so inspiring, nothing like mom and dad speeches. You made it sound the best thing in the world, even if it was just an ordinary appendicectomy. And when I visited you at work...gosh, you were a force of nature! And your colleagues I talked to as I waited for you to end an operation were enthusiastic about you. So when at my college admission interview they asked me who was my inspiration I said your name"

"You...you never told me"

"No. But you know what? Seeing you now, I think I would change my answer"

This time Harper diverted her eyes under the blow of Aurora's delusion.

"I understand" she whispered.

Aurora grimaced, looking at her aunt who was now giving her her shoulders pretending to wash her mug. Noticing how her last few words hurt her, she spoke again, her tone gentler this time:

"I...I saw the pile of the newest surgery journals on your desk. Aunt, you miss it. You miss practice. You should go back to it: you're a...good doctor. You can still be a good doctor."

"It's not that simple, Rory. I cannot exactly quit like Ramsey did. That's not who I am, since you mentioned it. And even if I quit, I cannot walk into-"

"No, you're right. You're so stubborn when you want. I knew it was a lost cause trying to talk with you"

Aurora placed her mug on the counter too and stood.

"Just for your information, tomorrow I'm not gonna stop by your office at the end of my shift. I'll go straight home and find answers on my own"

Harper turned. Her face looked more exhausted now.

"Okay, as you wish"

"Just like that?" Aurora asked, taken by surprise.

"Yes, you don't need me to find out the solution to your cases. You never did."

"Then why you grilled me for hours?"

"Because you're so insecure, Rory. You keep second-guessing yourself and it backfires"

"Oh and here I thought the reason why you put all that pressure on me was that you were trying to live through me the doctor life you cannot live anymore since you become an administrator"

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard me. And I hate it as much as you hate being the Chief away from the O.R."

"This is what you think?" Harper asked, wincing.

"Honestly I cannot find another logical explanation but it ends now. This is my life and I want to live it on my own terms. I'm not you, aunt. And if you're so frustrated by how you miss practice, go back to it and don't take it over me"

Harper frowned, hugging herself.

"I wasn't trying to take it over you and I'm not...frustrated, as you said. I was just trying to mentor you. Pushing you to excel because I know you can excel, you have it in you. But I didn't mean to hurt you and make you feel like that. I'm sorry I did, truly sorry and I won't do it again" she sighed before recollecting herself. "But you’re right. It's your life and you get to live it on your own terms. Just know that it works for me too. And this is the life I choose now"

"But you're not happy" Aurora noted.

"I appreciate your concern but I'm good with it" Harper said, closing off again.

Aurora gave her a long look then frowned.

"It's a lost cause, right? This conversation is a lost cause, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so" Harper confirmed, pressing her lips together.

The young Emery nodded and without looking back to her aunt, moved towards the door. She stopped right in front of it and sighed.

"I took the subway train with Valentine, after the E.R. emergency. That night she was the only person who treated me kindly. And you know what she said about the competition? That she doesn't care if she wins or not, cause that was never the point. She said that she wanted to believe you would make the right call. That she trusted you to choose the intern who would best benefit the hospital and the patients. If it wasn't her, it's okay, she said. Then she added: I share this with you because I know you think that way too. And she was right"

Aurora sighed.

"I don't want to interfere. I'm talking as Rory, not Dr. Emery junior when I say...I do really hope Dr. Valentine wins the fellowship. She's the best partner and the best intern, both on a personal and professional level. If she loses her license tomorrow, well then this competition is a total farçe and I'm not sure I would keep playing along. It would be such a loss for Edenbrook and medicine in general"

"Rory..."

"See you tomorrow, Harper" Aurora sighed before opening the door and disappearing out of view.

#open heart #aurora emery #harper emery #aurora emery & f!mc friendship #playchoices #choices fanfic

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rookie-ramsey · 5 years

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Aftermath, chapter 3

Description: Possessed with envy, Landry takes his sabotage a step further.

My MC is named Olivia House.

Trigger warnings: Rape/violence. The scene itself probably won’t be shown, but it will be strongly mentioned throughout the story.

Previous chapter

With her hearing just days away, Olivia had never felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as much as she did now.

She knew that something was off from the minute she walked into the atrium the next morning. Several of the interns watched her warily, some even with scornful amusement.

Frowning, she approached the nurse’s station and collected her files. Not far from her, two interns glanced in her direction and began whispering. Uncomfortable, she made her way down the hall, hoping she would find someone who could explain to her what was happening.

It was a welcome relief when she nearly ran into Sienna, who gently pulled her to the side and gave her a knowing expression.

“Sienna, why is everyone looking at me and whispering? Is it because of Mrs. Martinez’s case?”

Sienna shook her head. “No… someone is spreading nasty rumors about you. I tried to tell them they aren’t true, but… you know how immature some of the other interns are.”

Olivia frowned. “What rumors?”

Her petite roommate leaned closer. “They’re… they’re saying you’re only number one because you’ve slept your way through the ranks. The rumor is you’ve slept with other interns so they’ll let you get ahead of them.”

Her stomach churned at that. “No…”

Sienna hugged her tightly. “I know it’s not true. Whoever is sabotaging you like this.... They need to grow up and pay for it.”

Olivia’s cheeks flushed red as she leaned into her friend. “I hope so…” she mumbled. Torn between anger and panic, she finally released Sienna. “Can… can you do me a huge favor?”

“Anything.” “Can you cover my patients for about an hour?” Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back tears. “I need to go talk to someone.”

“Of course,” Sienna promised, concern evident in her brown eyes. Olivia shot her a grateful smile before she left the hospital.

A buzzing sound caused Ethan to look up from the book he was reading. Setting it aside, he went to his apartment door and pressed the button. “Hello?”

“It’s me… can I come in?”

Only half surprised, Ethan buzzed her in. A few moments later, she was at his door. He opened it, stepping aside to let his intern (former intern, he had to remind himself) into his living room.

His disheveled expression faded when he saw her red rimmed eyes. Her posture and the faint circles under her eyes told him she hadn’t slept, at least not well, for a couple of days. “Rookie…?”

“I… I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, with Naveen leaving, but… I need someone to talk to.” Olivia sat on the couch, heaving a shaky sigh.

Ethan poured two glasses of scotch and offered her one. She gratefully accepted it and took a sip. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. I’m not.”

Ethan frowned. “Have you had your hearing yet?”

“No…” Olivia shook her head again. “Everything is just… going out of control… I found out who’s been sabotaging me.”

“And who was that?”

“Landry Olsen. He turned off my pager so I wouldn’t receive updates on patients, misplaced my files… and he told Mrs. Martinez’s family about the drug I gave her. He even replaced her files with fake documents to make it look like I forged her signature.”

Ethan was quiet for a while. Judging by her expression, unspoken words lingered in her mind. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Tears sprung to Olivia’s eyes. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes.” When she felt his hand rest over hers, she began speaking. “I went to confront him when I realized he ratted me out. We had a pretty heated argument.” She stopped, trying to decide if she was ready to go on. Truthfully, she didn’t think she ever would be.

Ethan nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“I ended up slapping him. Hard.” She forced a weak laugh, remembering the stunned expression on Landry’s face when her hand connected with his cheek.

He chuckled softly. “He does have a slappable face.”

“After that, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into the changing room.” A tremor went through her voice. Her throat closed for a long moment as she tried to find the right words to say.

Ethan’s stomach rolled as her words sunk in. “He didn’t…”

She managed a small nod, trying and failing to suppress a sob. “He did. I… I yelled, but nobody was close enough to hear. He held me down and…”

At her words, Ethan’s blood boiled. But he kept his mouth shut, sensing that she wasn’t finished speaking.

“And now he’s started a rumor that I’m only number one in the competition because I slept my way to the top. Everyone at the hospital thinks I willingly exchanged sex for favors from him.”

Finally Ethan spoke, unable to mask the anger in his voice. “It doesn’t matter what they think.”

Olivia shuddered. “But if I report this now, it’ll look like an act of revenge against what he’s done. I… I don’t think anyone would believe a word I say.” Ethan’s hand still lingered over hers. Olivia turned her hand around to squeeze his, grateful when his thumb rubbed her knuckles.

“What people at the hospital think shouldn’t matter. Frankly, it’s none of their business. If they have nothing better to do than obsess over rumors, they’ve proven they’re not deserving of even being there.”

“It’s not that easy,” she murmured softly. “It’s my word against his. I’m the one facing accusations of killing someone. He has a spotless record. I don’t have any evidence of anything other than when he told me he did everything. And I know he’ll deny it all.”

The pain in her voice tugged at Ethan’s heart. “He can deny it all he wants. He needs to be in a jail cell soon, or I’ll kill him myself.”

A long silence fell between them. Wordlessly, she leaned into him. A few moments passed before she felt his arm snake around her.

“Will you go to the police with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll go with you.”

(Author’s note: I totally stole based those last few lines of dialogue after their 30 diamond scene)

Chapter 4

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mskinkyafro · 5 years

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Last Call (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

A/N: I know what most could be thinking...what the hell it’s only been two chapters, but I can’t help it! I feel so much excitement and adoration for Dr. Ethan Ramsey. We don’t know much about him but ideas were popping in my head all weekend. Any details I reference about his past in this fic is original content I conceived and nothing confirmed in PB cannon. This would definitely not be apart of cannon so cannon divergence here. The song used briefly in this fic is “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

Italicized and bold:song lyrics

Italicized: internal thoughts

Summary: Dr. Ethan Ramsay takes time to reevaluate the newest intern that’s captured his attention in more ways than one, whether he wants to admit it or not.

All Rights to PB for their characters, settings, and stories. I don’t own them, I just borrow minus my MC Dr. Katrina Michaels.

All Rights to who own the song “These Arms of Mine”.

In the mischievous hours of the night Dr. Ethan Ramsey sits alone in the now barren Donahue’s nursing another drink. The place once buzzing with noise is now near sheer silence except the gentle music playing from the jukebox. The last crop of stragglers, only a few with slurring speeches make their exit. Hearing the soft thud of the door shutting he let out a mild grunt and raises his near empty glass towards the bartender.

“Last one, buddy. My knees are screaming and any minute longer I’ll be visiting you at your job versus you visiting mine.”

Reggie says as he refills the glass and then grabs a rag to clean.

“Now we can’t be having that now.” Ethan replies before taking a small gulp.

Suspicious at such warm words from the man Reggie stops wiping down the counter to look at Ethan.

“Hmm, that’s strangely kind of you-”

Before Reggie can finish his sentence Ethan cuts him off all the while looking into his diminishing drink

“Because then who will serve me drinks at my beck and call?”

His eyes shine with mirth as looks at Reggie while he takes another sip.

“You almost had me there. You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that? I should throw your ass out for that.” Reggie says while shaking his head amused.

“But you won’t because you’re too good. That’s exactly why the likes of myself don’t deserve you as friend Reg.”

“Heh, damn right. I only keep you around because you tip well.”

Ethan chuckles at the man in front of him.

“Never change, Reggie.”

“Wasn’t planning to buddy.”

The two men finish laughing when the shoosh of the door opens and a young African-American woman enters while calling over her shoulder before the door closes.

“I’m going to use the restroom and wait inside until the Lyft comes. Night everyone!”

Recognizing the voice speaking Ethan turns and sees Dr. Katrina Michaels. As she moves from the entrance and towards the back right of the bar to the restrooms his gaze follows and he retreats to his mind briefly.

“I haven’t quite figured out why but there’s something about the rookie that intrigues me.”

Reggie notices his friend is watching the woman from earlier and can already gather what could be the reason why. Being the good friend that he is Reggie decides to give his old pal a nudge in the right direction. So he taps Ethan on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Welp, I gotta clean up in the back. Keep an eye on the place for me. Especially the little lady, I’m leaving both in your capable hands.”

Ethan quirks an eyebrow at Reggie as he takes another swig and asks

“What are you getting at Reg?”

Reggie smirks to himself and shrugs his shoulders before he turns to leave Ethan alone and enters a side door near the shelves of alcohol. Ethan scoffs and continues to drink his glass of scotch enjoying the the burning sensations that slide down his throat. His thoughts lingers to earlier in the night when talking to Katrina.

“She definitely is different in the real world but on the hand not so much. I don't quite understand why this intern is different from the others. Other than proving herself capable so far but outside EdenBrook I notice that my thoughts have dawdle on her more trivial attributes. Such as her underlying fierceness or perhaps her vivaciousness. Well I suppose I can’t say I truly recognized these qualities more so I overlooked them, one such as her beauty. She truly is stunning. It makes me wonder why a woman like her spent time near me when the place was swarming with younger men. Especially asking if someone was waiting at home for me. It can’t be what I think… no I probably need to ease off the alcohol right now. Besides who would wait around for me anyway? Edie surely doesn’t anymore.”

As he sets his glass down back on the counter he hears a soft voice calling his name which removes him from his thoughts. Without turning around he says

“Hello again, rookie.”

“I’m surprised to see you still here Dr. Ramsey.” Katrina Michaels murmurs.

He turns to face the intern and replies

“I’m surprising in a lot of ways.”

She smiles and delicately places herself onto the stool that’s next to Ethan.

“You’ll have to prove that you know.”

Despite himself he smirks at her. His gunmetal blue eyes piercing into Katrina’s hazel ones. Their gazes seem to challenge yet captivate the other. There’s a comfortable yet tense air between the two until the smooth vocals of Otis Redding play from the jukebox.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue. These arms of mine are yearning, yearning from wanting you...”

The song continues to play as Katrina speaks.

“You know he’s is one of my favorite artist. I used to...”

As she speaks Ethan watches the woman in front of him. He observes the way her eyes are lit up to how a rogue strand of her curly hair hangs, and even how in the dimly lit bar her smile radiates and contrasts with her beautiful coffee-hue complexion. He tries to listen to all she’s saying, now beginning to tell him about much of a fan she is. But he’s beginning to distract himself with his thoughts once more.

“Of course this song plays. Very convenient timing, I’d say. I bet Reggie had something to do with this. It’s been so long since I had someone. At this point other people would take anyone. But I could never at my stage in life. That’s why I’m here at almost one in the morning. I wonder why she’s here too, besides being young.”

Ethan breaks away from his mind to refocus back onto Katrina whose finishing up a compliment about his research.

“Katrina, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey.”

“First, outside of EdenBrook you may call me, Ethan.”

Katrina runs her hand through her hair before replying

“Are you sure, Dr. Ramsey?”

He rolls his eyes briefly before turning to look at his glass to take another sip of his scotch.

“Yes, rookie. You referring to me as doctor outside of the hospital makes me look a bit pretentious.”

“I think that’s your own doing, Dr. Ramsey.”

He pauses lifting his glass to meet his mouth in midair and turns to glare at her but it falters once he hears the bubbling of laughter escape her plump lips. He goes back to take a swig and places his glass back down gently.

“Sorry. I couldn’t pass that up...Ethan.”

“Now, was that really that difficult?”

“Not exactly, but it’s a bit strange. To be on first name basis with your idol.”

“I’m just a man, rookie. Not a celebrity or some god.”

Katrina turns her face away from Ethan and averts her eyes from his as she whispers

“Maybe, but you sure do have god-like looks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t make out what you said?” curious of what she said.

“It’s not important. But you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes I do. I happen to be thinking of what you asked me earlier in the night and wondered the same.”

“Is that so? Is there a reason why you liked to know?”

Her tone so playful with a hint of flirtation that he couldn’t decipher if he imagined it or not.

Instead of speaking he shrugs his shoulders in response.

Smiling to herself and looking down before meeting his eyes again.

“I’m just like you. No one awaiting my return.”

“Interesting.”

The fading music is more audible as the two stop speaking momentarily

“...I need somebody. Somebody to treat me right, oh. I need your arms. Loving arms to hold me tight. And I, I, I need your, I need your tender lips to hold me.”

A chime from Katrina’s cell phone breaks the silence before either one of them could.

“That’s my Lyft. It’s two minutes away so, I’m going to waiting outside.”

Ethan nods in understanding, she begins to remove herself from her seat, but still slightly tipsy she slips and falls into Ethan’s body who reacts immediately. He grasps firmly yet gently ahold of her, keeping her steady. Both freeze from the sudden contact and close parameters they are from the other.

Katrina can see Ethan’s adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat and he thinks to himself while staring at Katrina.

“I suddenly have the urge to gently brush the curls away from her beautiful eyes and...I need to stop this instant. It’s late and I am feeling a bit lonely but I’m beginning to enter a dangerous area. This would lead to an H.R. nightmare. I can’t let myself get tangled with the matters of the heart. Especially with my, ahem, the rookie. God, I need to lay off the sauce for a while.”

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Katrina removes herself from his arms.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, rookie.”

“Is that going to be a permanent thing? Even outside of work?”

“What?”

“Rookie. I mean you’ve called me by my first name earlier tonight even when I thought you didn’t even know it, much less remember it nor care to.”

“I’ve told you. I’m observant...rookie. Does that answer your question?” He says smirking at her.

Rolling her eyes she moves to make her way to the exit.

“Yes it does. And you deny that you’re favoring me.”

“I’ll let you believe what you want. Even if it’s a silly notion.”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Ramsey” she purrs.

Ethan feels his heart rate increase briefly. Before he can respond, she speaks up.

“My ride should be here now. I’ll see you around Dr. Rams- I mean Ethan.”

She rubs her hand obsessively through her hair before giving him a quick wave as she inches closer to the door.

“For whatever reason my name leaving her lips sounds right. As the same for hers. Katrina. Ka-tri-na. I’d like to say it more than just in my...Okay enough. I must stick with calling her rookie. That’s what's...what’s safe.

Katrina opens the door which pulls Ethan out and he speaks for the final time

“Have a good night...Katrina. Get home safe.”

She stops at hearing her name being used and turns back around and grins wide at Ethan.

“You too.” she steps outside and calls back to Ethan.

“Maybe once I’ve graduated from rookie or you tire of it, you can call me Kat. Whichever comes first.”

Without another word or glance she walks out the door.

Ethan is left staring at the spot she was occupying before turning his attention back to his glass. He drains the rest of his drink and retreats into his thoughts.

“So much for playing it safe. Then again, what’s life without a few risks.”

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[I wrote this while listening to Adele’s ‘Love in the Dark’ and Gwen Stefani’s ‘Used to Love You’..]

When Tyler had his first breakup, it was something he expected. His girlfriend said she didn’t think they’d go anywhere and they were better off as friends. Tyler agreed for the most part.

The second and third times were on his part. He felt it wasn’t fair to always be distracted by sports and school and never give them any real attention.

Tyler swore he’d give himself some time to grow and love himself before finding someone else. So that he could truly be in a good place to experience a good relationship.

Yet, even though he felt better and happier with himself, he didn’t understand where this breakup came from.

“I can’t do it anymore!” Ethan shouted, out of the blue. Tyler was confused by this, he was in the middle of talking about his day when Ethan just burst.

“I-i’m so tired of the secrets and keeping it hidden and i’m just so sick of it!”

Tyler’s smile dropped and he walked closer to hug him, only to be shrugged off.

“I get it. I do. I’ve been wanting to tell everyone else too but I thought... I thought you wanted to wait for--”

“Tyler i-it’s not that. It isn’t! I could care less if everyone else in the world knew! I just.” Ethan stopped for a minute and took a breath, closing his eyes as his hands shook next to his head. “Tyler, I don’t love you anymore.”

This breakup hit Tyler. It made the light in his eyes dull into a dim glow. It made his heart ache. His soul shake in confusion. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t sad. He was... confused.

“W-what?”

“I love somebody else. She’s a good girl and I love her much more than I love you. SO much. Tyler you’re an amazing person, you are. But we just don’t connect as much as I connect with her.”

This was only the beginning of what became Tyler’s downfall. In the mere days it took for Ethan to pack his things and move to an apartment, Tyler took time to reflect and promise himself to not spiral out of control. Yet, when the second that the door closed and Ethan was officially gone, Tyler only had one thought left in his mind:

Come back.

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“Tyler? Are you okay?” Mark had asked one morning.

The love of my life is sitting right across the room pretending like he isn’t the reason I drank down an unbelievable amount of Fireball last night. Of course, i’m not fine.

“Yeah.” Tyler croaked as he sat up correctly instead of leaning against his desk.

“Alright. Just let me know if you want the day off.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Tyler replied.

He’s been at home since then. Laying on the couch and trying not to puke. His head throbbed and he felt like shit. He looked around his living room to see that it really was a god awful mess. Just like me, he thought to himself.

After three naps and one of the fastest sprints he’s ever done to the bathroom, Tyler figured he could get his shit together for at least a while. He began to start picking up all the trash he had left littered across the entire house. Did they even make that many tissues in the world?

Once Tyler felt like the rugs were clean enough to look presentable, he heard a knock at the door and he tripped over one of many trash bags to get to it. Opening the door ruined his suddenly careless mood.

“Mark asked me to come check on you. He was worried.” Ethan said, looking at his feet before looking back up at Tyler. “I was worried.”

“I’m fine,” Tyler bit out, “you don’t need to check on me.” Tyler was about to close the door when Ethan held it open.

“Look, you can’t keep calling me and leaving drunk messages. It’s getting out of hand Tyler. Do you know what’d happen if-”

“If your whore found out?” Tyler finished. Ethan looked up at Tyler, offended by the statement.

“She’s not my whore. She’s my girlfriend, Tyler.”

“Does she not realize...?” Tyler asked, looking at Ethan before Tyler started to chuckle. But there was no happiness behind it. It was utter disbelief. Seeing Ethan’s glare made him laugh harder. “Oh my gosh, does she not know that you take dick. My dick, to be exact?”

A sharp blow to Tyler’s jaw left him speechless. Ethan looked furious as he looked at Tyler. Even though it was obvious who was taller, Ethan looked like he could tower over the other male.

“No. She does not know. She does not need to know.” Ethan hissed, “it was all just a phase. I was lonely.”

“Damn right you were lonely. Ooh, the ways I could make you scream.” Tyler taunted before Ethan hit him again, even harder. Tyler tasted blood in his mouth.

“It wasn’t real, Tyler. I was just playing you dumb. I never loved you. Who could love a man like you? You’re such a nice guy and your ‘smile always’ bullshit. All you want is validation,” Ethan snapped.

“Get out of my house,” Tyler growled, now looking down at Ethan. Ethan spit in his face. Tyler lifted Ethan by his throat and carried him outside, tossing him onto the pavement next to the grass. Ethan yelped, grabbing his hip. “Don’t you ever come back here again.”

Ethan scrambled onto his feet and walked to his car. He slammed the door and turned on the engine. “Faggot!” He shouted as he drove off.

Later that night, Tyler drank more. Mark found him passed out in his bathtub with four empty bottles of liquor littering the ground.

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Things got worse after that. Tyler never went to the office. Ethan claimed he fell slammed his throat onto a piece of furniture to account for the bruises on his neck and hip. Mark and Amy went over to Tyler’s often to check up on him. Once, they found a chair right underneath the fan and a badly tied rope outside Tyler’s door where he wept.

His drinking was deadly. Amy had asked Kathryn to help her find and pour out every bottle with even 1% alcohol on its label.

Tyler disappeared at one point. No one knew where he went. Mark ended up having to drive all the way to Las Vegas to find out he went to the casinos, spent half his money and still ended up in jail.

Kathryn obliged to live with Tyler to make sure he wouldn’t do anything ridiculous. Ethan’s girlfriend was actually obsessed with Mark and he had been oblivious the entire time before he found she had tried to drug Mark. They broke up, leaving Ethan cheated on and hurt.

Nobody discussed with Ethan what went on with Tyler. Ethan knew it was because they found out they were dating.

“How come Tyler never comes around anymore? I haven’t seen him in forever,” Ethan attempts to ask, letting out a chuckle to try and convince them it’s a harmless question.

Everyone looked at each other, having a conversation with their eyes to decide whether or not to tell Ethan.

“He’s just busy. He got a new job.” Mark decided to lie. Ethan nodded his head, confused by this.

“He got a boyfriend too.” Amy added, Kathryn staring at her wide-eyed. “Yeah, it took Tyler some balls to come out to us.” Amy said, hiding her bitterness in her words.

Ethan went back to editing. He felt... confused? Was he happy for Tyler? no. He was... dare he say it? Jealous?

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Just like every night for the past month and a half, Kathryn added another another tally to the chart listing the amount of days Tyler’s been clean. Clean from drinking and abusing himself.

“51 days, Ty, i’m proud of you,” Kathryn said as Tyler smiled back at her. “Alright, i’m headed to bed. Night.”

“Night.” Tyler replied, finishing the dishes he was washing. Tyler went to his own room, what used to be Ethan’s, and laid down on his bed to scroll through his social media feeds. Tyler had felt more comfortable helping the team from home rather having to go to the office and... see him.

Speak of the devil, Tyler received another text. This was the seventh one that week. The twelfth ever since they broke up.

It read a simple ‘Hey’. Tyler ignored it, leaving it on his notification bar as he went to get ready for bed. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Tyler checked his phone again to see two more messages.

I haven’t seen you in a while.

Want to hang? :)

What should he say? What could he say? Tyler didn’t know. He wanted to pour in his emotions, his hatred, his agony, his sadness, his honesty. But he did nothing. His thumb hovered over the letter’s Y and E. Tyler closed his phone and laid his head against the pillow. He looked up at the ceiling and tried to concentrate on positive thoughts.

His fingers itched for a bottle of Scotch.

Another buzz and a ring. Ethan sent a third message.

C’mon man. :/ I want to apologize. I want to make up for

Tyler stared at the message. It ended with that. Without thinking, he replied.

For?

Another buzz.

for what I did. Four months ago. Cmon, dont make me say it.

Tyler wanted to play ‘dumb’. He replied with:

What did you do?

there were three little dots in the bubble for a while before it expanded.

For breaking up with you.. for literally tearing you apart. My ‘girlfriend’ was just obsessed with Mark. She never loved me. And.. I did love you. I was just angry, Tyler. I was just. I hated the fact that I had to leave you just because I saw something in her. I really did love you Tyler. I still do. Im sorry.

Tyler read and re-read what Ethan sent. He did love him. But the bitterness inside Tyler grew. It grew whenever he drank. Whenever he swam in his own tears. The alcohol was the water that fed the seed inside him. Tyler fought back the bitterness. But it remained. Tyler closed his phone. He figured tomorrow would be a perfect day to go back to work. Not to see Ethan. But for Ethan to see him.

Ethan was left on ‘Read’ a little before 11.

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#BuffyAt20 - S03E06 “Band Candy”

> No previously, yet again.

> IT’S SAT PREP TEASER! I love this one!!

> “We haven’t had B in forever.” - actual test-taking technique I employed from time to time.

> I genuinely appreciate #Buffy doing an SAT episode because it really is such a major part of high school and I don’t remember a lot of other shows doing it? I do *not* remember Dawson’s Creek doing it…

> I’m already annoyed that Mr. Trick is going to leave soon and it’s still, like, eight episodes away.

> “Where’d I put that scotch?” The Mayor might be my fave villain.

> Ahhh, I love establishing shots of the quad. They used the fuck out of this set. Unlike a lot of high school shows anymore, Buffy went to class for real.

> “What? I can’t have layers?” No, Cordy. You cannot.

> “It’s like being in the Real World house, only real.” Snerk.

> “It’s band candy.” Oh so we’re just saying the episode title flat-out?

> “Those tall fuzzy hats ain’t cheap.” “Yeah but they go with everything.” My marching band’s hats were neither tall nor fuzzy. It was very upsetting.

> I’m sure people have called out the validity of a storyline where the principal forces the entire student body to fundraise for something but like, nah. Suburbs. I believe.

> “But you’re not in the band.” “And yet.” Exactly.

> Giving out candy at the gallery is actually not the dumbest idea, Joyce.

> “And does he ever say he’s sorry?” / “Sorry.” - Whedon shows become OBSESSED with this sort of scene transition. I’m sure it’s already been happening slowly, but I’m REALLY noticing how much it’s used in every episode now, several times. Like “I Am The Doctor” during Matt Smith’s run on Doctor Who.

> The dodgeball bit always gets me.

> OH HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED this is Jane Espenson’s first episode of the series!! Wowww, that’s so great. No wonder this episode feels so spot-on classic Buffy.

> This episode officially sets a tone between Buffy and Angel that remains consistent for the rest of the franchise, this tired pining.

> Sarah Michelle Gellar portrays Buffy as so strong that I am constantly able to forget that she’s not even eighteen.

> This scene of Joyce and Giles scolding Buffy was and still is so fun and interesting. The basic premise of Buffy was secret identity and keeping slaying from Joyce, and so many shows (Sabrina the Teenage Witch, BBC’s Merlin) keep that up for their entire run. Joyce and Giles basically co-parenting Buffy like this seemed impossible a year ago.

> Also I *LOVE* that you start to slowly see the candy taking effect. We get some amazing acting from Kristine and Tony.

> AHHH, and here’s Ethan!

> Did anyone actually thing the 15 minute rule applied in high school? You’re minors! Ugh.

> Ugh. More Xillow. Ugh ugh ugh. The footsie stuff is so gross. Willow’s shoes are cute, though.

> I’d thought I might find Cordelia’s “B.X.” thing cuter after last week, feeling like she really felt something for Xander, but it turned out to be more nil than I even remembered. Whatever.

> I finally started Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, so I’m looking at Snyder in a totally different light.

> Ms. Barton’s attitude about how to deal with study hall does not necessarily have to be candy-induced, that was basically my study hall both years in high school anyway.

> Also, almost the entire gang has study hall together? Hm.

> I really respect candy-fever!Joyce & Giles holding their shit together when Buffy shows up and never fucking up once, especially if the implication is that they’re drunk or possibly high.

> I love that Buffy is a consistently bad driver. Also I doubt Buffy could’ve made that sharp a turn if the parking brake was on. But fine haha.

> Teen Giles is a bit of a prat. But I think that’s obvious. And Teen Joyce is adorable - also obvious.

> Whichever candy-brained parent shouted “you guys rock!” at the Dingoes is my new fave.

> Pretty sure Ms. Barton is blitzed and I love it.

> Omigod “just Snyder.” Yesss.

> “I don’t like this. They could have heart attacks.” That’s actually an ADORABLE concern, Willow, and I love it.

> “I think that *is* my doctor. … He’s usually less topless.” Ha!

> “They’re acting like a bunch of us.” So woke, Buff, haha.

> Does Ethan ever wear anything but this blouse-y number?

> “You’ve got great hair.” Word up, Snyder.

> “It just gets more upsetting.” Well, yeah, the musical performance would be annoying even if they were teens.

> Snyder not wanting to be ditched by the teens he hates most is hysterical.

> “Whoa! Summers! You drive like a spaz.” Still gets me.

> This candy-chomping drag race is so extra.

> “Sugar Rush” is one of my favorite pieces of Christophe Beck score.

> Thank you, Oz, for standing in for audience members who don’t remember “The Dark Age” haha.

> Oh I just realized that this episode that gives us back Ripper also has Ethan in it. In fact, “A New Man” is also a Giles transformation episode with Ethan in it. Huh.

> This was the season that really introduced us to downtown Sunnydale, and shot it in such a way at first that you couldn’t really tell that it was all one block. (Like Sesame Street!)

> I forgot Buffy takes note of the “soups on but no one’s grabbing a spoon” thing.

> Do you think Snyder will remember Buffy calling him RatBoy tomorrow?

> So wait. Joyce and Giles had sex on the hood of a police car - right outside the Espresso Pump? Like, really? Geddit, gurl.

> Also, love Joyce’s coat.

> “Look at that dent the size of New Brunswick” - is there a New Brunswick in Cali? I know there’s one near us in Jersey.

> It’s always funny to watch Buffy fight humans because, like. They just fall so easy.

> Ethan is just *flipping standing there*! It’s almost too funny how bad he is at this.

> Aaand he runs.

> It’s weird that Cordy’s dad is reliving his teenhood by yankin’ it in the bathroom. And weird that Cordelia shared that with us.

> “You wanna swap?” Nnnot really that funny.

> Is this warehouse really this maze-like? How much excess product do they still have to subdue the town??

> Buffy honing in on him is cool, though, not gonna like.

> “So… Are you two kinda… like, um… goin’ steady?” Roll dem eyes, Joyce.

> “Hit him.” I love Giles here. “He’s lying! Hit him!”

> “Yes!”

> “Which brings us to our bonus question and believe me when I say a wrong answer will cost you all your points” is one of the best lines I’ve ever read.

> Is it weird to note that the group of kidnapped babies is diverse? Just saying.

> “I took Tae Kwan Do at the Y” is maybe the best thing Armin Shimerman ever did in his career. Maybe.

> Stuff like “the tribute is made every 30 years” trips me out. Like, everything is always 100 or 1000. Or at least 20. I like using an unusual number.

> “*sees handcuffs* Never. Tell. Me.” Oh Buffy.

> “Let’s find the demon and kick the crap out of it.” Good idea, Ripper.

> It is a travesty that Giles and Joyce do not get together after this or at any point. They had amazing chemistry. If Xillow could happen, why not Goyce? (Jiles?)

> Omigod, the Mayor calling to make an appointment with the public works committee about sewer maintenance and repair is too funny. (And again: seems to hint that he didn’t plan on completely annihilating everything on Earth.)

> Aww, I couldn’t remember if Joyce followed them down into the sewer! I’m so glad she did.

> I think Laconis was supposed to be a bigger deal but they didn’t have the budget, like in “Reptile Boy.” Not sure. Still looks pretty good, and its defeat is cool.

> “They never just leave. Always gotta say something.” You and me both, sister.

> Buffy, it’s actually kind of irresponsible to take the SATs tomorrow. You’re going to be exhausted.

> “In the future, I’d be very careful about how many favors you do for me.” This dynamic was great. I’m so sad Mr. Trick is completely forgotten after his death.

> “Kiss Rocks? Why would anyone wanna kiss - oh wait, I get it.” Bless.

> Christophe Beck is really into this double woodblock tap that’s really reminiscent of “Cell Block Tango” and it’s tripping me up at the moment, haha.

> This “you think we’re talking about one thing but we’re talking about another” is another well Whedon shows start going to a lot. Not a complaint. Sometimes, like here where they’re talking about the test and not the candy ordeal, it amuses me.

> Buffy, gurl, I get you, math is hard. I got a 400 on the math. (But a 750 on the verbal!)

> Buffy is so incensed by the thought of more SATs but like dude most people take it multiple times. It’s weird you didn’t take the PSATs already, haha.

> Oh we’re pretending we don’t remember the candy experience, are we? Of course.

> HAA! They banged. That’s awesome.

Okay, so next week - ohhhhh! NEXT WEEK! “Revelations”! It’s easy to forget how short the “Buffy hides Angel” arc is because so much happens in Season 3. Until next week - same Buffy time, same Buffy channel!

#BuffyAt20 #Buffy #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #BTVS #Buffy 306 #BTVS S3 #Buffy Season 3 #Band Candy #Jane Espenson #Ripper

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