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Delicate Procedures by WhittyOne (R)
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Elizabeth Corday/Rocket Romano
Author on LJ: none (I think)
Author Website: ff.net profile
Why this must be read:
Written in season 8, pre-chop and thus building off the early spark between Elizabeth and Romano instead of the season 9 angst, this sexy, smart fic imagines Elizabeth coming to terms with an unbidden and at least half unwanted attraction to Romano, weaving in between the events of the show starting in season 5. At the pivotal moment, smartass banter turns into genuine connection.
WhittyOne takes their razor-sharp wits and fierce rivalry and ratchets up the intensity, writing a spot-on Elizabeth voice that stays true to the spirit of the woman who once propositioned Peter Benton with a hard-boiled egg, and digging deep into the boredom and frustration that ate away her ambition and spunk. And what relieves boredom and frustration? Hot doctor-doctor sex, obviously...
She couldn't sleep.
The air in the room was heavy, thick, nearly choking her as she breathed in and out.
She was wide-awake. Alone with her thoughts and anxieties. Unable to settle her mind, longing for distraction, any distraction.
What a time for the bed to be empty.
She was past missing Peter - recent turns of events had helped that along. He was good, very good. But she'd only just discovered the man could ravage her emotionally even better than he ever had physically. She thought back to that day in the locker room, after Anspaugh had finished serving her her own pride for lunch.
Shedding your skin, Dr. Snake?
So maybe first impressions are more reliable than people give them credit for.
She'd tried hard with him, exerted more effort than he deserved. She abided his anxieties, his insecurities, confided in him her fears and uncertainty about her future - and this was what she was left with, how he chose to thank her. Her future was a stark, gray question mark; a decision left to someone else to make. All she could do was step into those hallways every day and try to prove that she was good enough, talented enough, sharp enough, stubborn enough - proving, proving, always something to prove. Days leaving her drained, shifts leaving her wasted and exhausted. Like today...
He said shifting gears would work. He had been right, for a while. Had helped her feel giddy and energetic, much like a child. Laughs like those were becoming fewer and farther between. And then the damn power had blown again. He brought her home, touched her face gently as he stood with her outside the door. Normally such moments would produce a heady rush of hormones that she could surrender to, and be swept away by. But tonight, there was only sweet sincerity, an affectionate friendship. Bloody hell.
Delicate Procedures
Pairing: Elizabeth Corday/Rocket Romano
Author on LJ: none (I think)
Author Website: ff.net profile
Why this must be read:
Written in season 8, pre-chop and thus building off the early spark between Elizabeth and Romano instead of the season 9 angst, this sexy, smart fic imagines Elizabeth coming to terms with an unbidden and at least half unwanted attraction to Romano, weaving in between the events of the show starting in season 5. At the pivotal moment, smartass banter turns into genuine connection.
WhittyOne takes their razor-sharp wits and fierce rivalry and ratchets up the intensity, writing a spot-on Elizabeth voice that stays true to the spirit of the woman who once propositioned Peter Benton with a hard-boiled egg, and digging deep into the boredom and frustration that ate away her ambition and spunk. And what relieves boredom and frustration? Hot doctor-doctor sex, obviously...
She couldn't sleep.
The air in the room was heavy, thick, nearly choking her as she breathed in and out.
She was wide-awake. Alone with her thoughts and anxieties. Unable to settle her mind, longing for distraction, any distraction.
What a time for the bed to be empty.
She was past missing Peter - recent turns of events had helped that along. He was good, very good. But she'd only just discovered the man could ravage her emotionally even better than he ever had physically. She thought back to that day in the locker room, after Anspaugh had finished serving her her own pride for lunch.
Shedding your skin, Dr. Snake?
So maybe first impressions are more reliable than people give them credit for.
She'd tried hard with him, exerted more effort than he deserved. She abided his anxieties, his insecurities, confided in him her fears and uncertainty about her future - and this was what she was left with, how he chose to thank her. Her future was a stark, gray question mark; a decision left to someone else to make. All she could do was step into those hallways every day and try to prove that she was good enough, talented enough, sharp enough, stubborn enough - proving, proving, always something to prove. Days leaving her drained, shifts leaving her wasted and exhausted. Like today...
He said shifting gears would work. He had been right, for a while. Had helped her feel giddy and energetic, much like a child. Laughs like those were becoming fewer and farther between. And then the damn power had blown again. He brought her home, touched her face gently as he stood with her outside the door. Normally such moments would produce a heady rush of hormones that she could surrender to, and be swept away by. But tonight, there was only sweet sincerity, an affectionate friendship. Bloody hell.
Delicate Procedures