#ltcreature's fics

Neil Perry

After the last class of the day, you were on your way out of the classroom in the flock of other students. "Follow me," you suddenly heard a voice whisper in your ear. You looked around, trying to find the person behind the voice when a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you out of the crowd. It was your boyfriend, Neil.

"Happy Valentines Day," he whispered in your ear before you continued dragging you away. "Where are we going?" You asked him.

"Well, since it's Valentines Day, I figured we should do something romantic," he answered. You were about to ask him for details when he let go of your wrist and started running off. "Follow me!" He shouted.

When you finally caught up to him, sweating and out of breath, you saw the reason he'd brought you there; he'd set up a picnic right next to the lake, just for the two of you.

Todd Anderson

You were about to go to bed when the envelope slipped under your door. Curiously, you picked it up, seeing your name on the front in nice handwriting with a small heart beside it.

Opening it and pulling out the paper inside, you saw he'd written something on it. The words were surrounded by small hearts in the margins. Upon further inspection, you saw he'd written you a poem about you and how much he loved you.

Charlie Dalton

You hadn't thought you were going to do anything with Charlie this Valentines, but you were proven wrong when he woke you up in the middle of the night. After putting on a jacket based on his advice, he took your hand and led you through the building.

When you asked him where you were going, he only smirked and said: "It's a surprise, darling. Wait and see." Eventually, you reached one of the spiral staircases, leading up to the roof. When you got to the top, you saw that Charlie had set up a nest of blankets there.

"Happy Valentines Day," he said as he placed a kiss on your cheek. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up with him and watching the stars.

Knox Overstreet

When you opened your the door to your room after the last class of the day, you had not expected what you saw. Knox had decorated your entire room with hearts, changed your bedding into pink sheets, teddy bears, chocolates and flowers in the basket he was holding.

"Will you be my Valentines?" Was written on a banner hanging over the window in your room.

He was about to start saying something when you threw your arms around him, pressing your lips against his. "Yes, I'll be your Valentine," you mumbled against his lips, and you felt him smile.

Gerard Pitts

During lunchtime, you were sitting with all your friends, chatting and laughing. Suddenly, you felt something in your lap. Checking with your hand, you felt something covered in wrapping paper and with a ribbon neatly tied around it.

Looking to your side, you saw Gerard there, smiling at you. Checking the card on the gift, you saw he'd written "Happy Valentines Day" on it with a heart.

When you looked back at him, he winked at you, causing you to smile even more. He truly was the best boyfriend ever.

Steven Meeks

"Spiral staircase. Midnight" was written on the note he passed you in class today. You spent the rest of the class with your mind on what he was planning instead of trigonometry. When the bell rang, you tried to reach him, but he was already lost among the crowd.

When it was finally the middle of the night, you snuck out of your room, tip-toeing carefully towards the spiral staircase. You saw him standing there, nervously waiting for you. His face immediately lit up when he saw you, and started running up the stairs before you could say a word.

Once you got to the top of the stairs, completely out of breath, he was there, holding out a pair of headphones to you. Without a word, you put them on, your ears instantly being filled with music. You realised they were connected to the radio that him and Pitts had been working on in secret.

Taking his hands in yours, you started swaying to the music, eventually ending up in a hug. It was now your favourite song.

Richard Cameron

A knock was heard on the door to your room when you were studying. Opening it, you saw your boyfriend standing there, one hand behind his back.

He asked to come in, and you let him, closing the door behind him. "What's up?" You asked, sitting down on your bed. You motioned for him to join you, which he did.

"Uh, Charlie told me it was Valentines Day today," he started. You had forgotten it as well until now. "And since we're... together, Charlie said I should do something for you." He brought out the hand from behind his back, revealing a small boquet of flowers.

"I picked them from around the lake," he said sheepishly, holding them out to you. You carefully took them, feeling a smile spreading on your face. "Thank you, dear." You replied, holding his hand. "Happy Valentines Day."

~•●°●•~

"GAIUS!"

The door slammed into the wall as the prince of Camelot stormed into your chambers, one hand tightly holding his bicep. Blood was seeping through the space between his fingers.

"Gaius is out at the moment, I'm afraid, sire. But if your wound is what needs treating, I assure you that I can help," you said, avoiding eye contact. You'd never spoken with him before. Gaius was always the one to take care of him if he got hurt.

"Yeah, alright," he said with a sigh, walking over to you. You felt your heartbeat speed up. The actual prince of Camelot was there in front of you, talking to you.

You gestured for him to sit on the bench while you went to get supplies. You turned back to him, still clutching his bleeding arm. "Okay, I just need you to remove your hand, sire," you said timidly. "Oh. Yeah." He moved his hand away, leaving the wound to drip with blood. You got a cloth to clean it up before wrapping some fabric around it to stop the bleeding.

"There. Now you're all fixed up again, sire," you said, taking a step away from him. "Although you probably should limit your movement in that arm for a few days," you mentioned when he tried to move it.

"Pfft, this is nothing. Believe me, I've had worse injuries," he scoffed, but clearly had to avoid making a pained noise when he tried to mimic swinging his sword.

"Of course, sire," you replied politely, biting your cheek to avoid laughing. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice. The room went quiet as neither of you knew what to say. Arthur eventually just stood up, keeping his arm as still as possible as he headed towards the door.

~•●°●•~

Wilsons lips were soft against yours while you laid on top of him on his couch. Your arms were all over one other, one in his hair and the other on his hip. Him on the other hand, already had one hand lifting up the back of your shirt.

He was about to start unbuttoning it when you heard the lock rattle behind you. You jumped up from the couch, quickly fixing your hair.

But not in time. When you turned around, you saw a man standing there. He looked old; grey hair, and grey stubble on his face. He had icey blue eyes that felt like they were digging into your soul.

This must be House. Wilson had told you about his roommate. Especially about his weird antics and unconventional way of working. He'd also been the reason you've had to do many things to keep your relationship secret.

"Well, this is awkward," House said while he threw his jacket off. He started to walk closer towards you before he continued.

"Didn't know Sebastian had a second job." He turned his attention to Wilson. "Do you have to pay him more or less if it's your first time?" He narrowed his eyes. "Is it your first time?"

Wilson only sighed as House made his way to the kitchen. "I'm not paying him anything, House. He's my boyfriend."

House turned faster than you could blink. He studied you for a second before laughing. "Ha! Good one."

None of you laughed, instead replying with stares.

You were about to make an excuse to leave when you felt Wilson's arms around your waist. He pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours.

You realised what he was doing: convincing House. So, you decided to reciprocate tenfold. You wrapped your arms around his waist. One hand immediately travelled downwards, carefully squeezing his butt.

He jumped slightly at that, and you were about to go further when he pulled away.

You caught your breath for a second before turning to House expectantly, waiting for his reaction. He wasn't even watching you, he was just drinking milk straight from the jug.

"House!" Wilson shouted. House put the jug down and looked uninterested. "What? If you really want me to watch, just film it. I mean, I probably won't watch it, but I might try."

He closed the fridge door and suddenly locked his eyes on you. He slowly stepped towards you, seemingly thinking about something.

"Does Sebastian end up with Sarah or Millie?"

Wilson had mentioned that House was a fan of the show you were in, but that had completely left your mind when all of this happened.

"It's Sarah, right? I mean, it has to be. She's pregnant with his child after all."

He stared at you expecantly.

"We haven't gotten the scripts for next season yet."

He narrowed his eyes.

"You're lying."

"Yes I am."

"Then tell me."

"No."

In the corner of your eye you could see Wilson turning his head back and forth between you as the conversation went on.

"At least tell me who murdered Oliver."

"Not gonna happen."

"If you tell me, I'll stop putting his toothbrush in the toilet."

Wilson's eyes widened. "What?!" You were disgusted to hear this, so to help him, you told House.

"Emma did it. To get the inheritance from Thomas."

Before anyone could say anything more, your phone rang. You excused yourself quickly and went outside.

~•●°●•~

"You've been putting my toothbrush in the toilet?!" Wilson shouted the second you left. House only rolled his eyes.

"Of course I haven't been doing that. I just wanted to find out who murdered Oliver."

Wilson sighed and rolled his eyes. "Do you at least like him then? You aren't already planning some big elaborate scheme to break us up, are you?"

"Of course not!" House almost sounded offended at that. "If you broke up, where would I get my spoilers from?"

~•●°●•~

"And then you have to write it on this document here, so we have the records, and it's done," your new boss said, finishing her demonstration of how you gave out the medicines and recorded it. You already knew all of this, but you smiled and nodded politely. When she left you alone in the small store, you spent a few minutes mentally cataloguing where everything was when you heard the bell at the front desk ring.

You practically skipped over there, eager to have your first client at this hospital. When you got there, you were met with the sight of the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He had short brown hair with some waves running through it and some of the most kissable-looking lips you had seen on any person.

You must have been staring because eventually, he cleared his throat, bringing you back to reality. He handed you he note, saying that he needed some paracetamol. You blinked a few times before you smiled at him and went to find the medicine.

"Are you new here?" He suddenly asked while you were writing. You hadn't expected him to talk to you, leaving you to stumble over your words before you finally replied.

"Yes, I am, uhm..." You looked down at the paper he gave you, searching for his name. "... Doctor Wilson. Pleasure to meet you," you said with a triumphant smile once you found it.

"Nice to meet you too," he replied with a smile before taking the pill bottle and walking away. You knew then and there that you weren't going to forget him anytime soon.

~•●°●•~

The next days go by without anything exciting happening, just sorting the new medicine deliveries, keeping records, and giving out correct dosages. You were about to clock out and go home when Dr. Wilson (or James, as you saw his name was from the presciption note) came running to your front desk, nearly slipping before basically slamming down the prescription on the counter.

"You okay?" You asked him worringly. He nodded, out of breath. "Yeah, I just wanted to catch you before you closed. I didn't want to go all the way to the other side of the hospital. Plus, you're nicer than that other guy." You felt your mood jump up a million steps when he said that. You knew it probably mostly was to avoid walking, but he remembered you and thought you were nice.

Your heart was racing. You were sure that if you were connected to a heart monitor right now, it would explode. You got the prescription he had written down, nearly dropping the bottle from excitement when you gave it to him.

Somehow, your heart sped up even more when your fingers brushed each other.

~•●°●•~

Weeks pass, and you bump into him more often, nearly every day at some point. Today, you were sitting in the cafeteria, eating your lunch when you saw him appear in your field of vision. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked.

"No, go ahead," you replied, with minimal stumbling over your words. You looked down into your food, trying to hide the blush that spread on your face.

"How are you liking Princeton so far?" He asked, taking a bite of his food. "It's pretty good," you replied. "It might be because I work during the day now, but I feel like people are nicer here."

"You used to work night shifts?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah, I just needed the money back then, so night shifts were the easiest way," you admitted with a chuckle.

The conversation flowed easily from there, talking about your earlier jobs, life stories, and anything that popped up in your minds.

Eventually, Wilson's pager went off, and he excused himself, leaving you to yourself with only the memory of his voice stuck in your head.

~•●°●•~

A/N: I don't know anything about how phamacies in the US work, so I apologise for any mistakes, please feel free to correct me :)

You were happy to finally have your first job. It wasn't the best paying job, but it was something to do that gave you a little bit of spare cash.

And it was fun too. Comics were something you've been interested in for a while, so getting discounts and talking to other people with the same interests was a great bonus.

Everything had been going smoothly, and you hadn't had any trouble. The only thing that had made you raise an eyebrow was the mysterious girl hanging around the store.

She was always there while you were working. Always in some dark corner, reading the newest issue of something.

When you asked the manager about her, you were told she'd been doing it for years, since before you even knew about the place.

She didn't seem like she wanted to be disturbed, so you didn't. Her long black hair covered most of her face, leaving you to wonder what she looked like.

The weirdest part was her clothes. Most days, she was in her school uniform, from the same school as you. And yet, you had never seen her at school.

Until you started looking for her. Now you saw her everywhere. At lunch, in art class, standing with her friends before and after school.

When you asked some of your friends about her, they were confused by why you wanted to know about her. To everyone, her and her friends were just weird, unpopular losers.

But not to you. There was something about her that made you desperate to talk to her.

The only good thing you got out of the conversation was her name.

Illi.

A few weeks later, you were at the store again. There was a box in the back room with a note asking you to put the new issues on the shelves.

You sighed to yourself, as sorting really wasn't what you wanted to do. But this was your job, so you bit the bullet and brought the box into the main part of the store.

You did your job, sorting all of the issues correctly. You offered polite smiles to the customers you met, receiving smiles back most of the time.

Finally, you were nearing the bottom of the box. You only had a few more comics to sort. You headed towards the back area of the store, where customers rarely went. It was where the niche, unknown stuff was kept. And just to add the unsettling cherry on top, the lights there were busted.

Imagine your surprise when you saw her sitting there, on the floor, in the dark, her nose down in a comic book.

You didn't want to disturb her, but she was sitting right where you needed to restock. Besides, it was too late. She had already seen you. She lifted her head, giving you a good view of her face up close for the first time.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Despite the lack of light, her eyes seemed to shine as they locked with yours. You swore you could get lost in them, which you did, until you snapped out of it when you heard her speak.

"Stop staring."

Oh. Right. You couldn't just stare at her like a zoo animal. It took you a few more seconds to remember why you were even back here in the first place.

"Oh, sorry. I just wondered if you could move for a second? I just need to fill up some of the shelves."

She stared at you for a second before scooching a bit to the side, giving you the room you needed.

You started to sort them all, getting into the rhythm of it. You figured she had just gone back to her comic, but then she spoke.

"Do we have art class together?"

You hadn't expected her to ask you anything, so when she did, your brain froze up. You stammered and stuttered before you could get out a "yes"

She made a noise at that, one that said: "I knew it"

You realised that if you wanted to talk with her, this could be your shot. So, as you put the last comic book on the shelf, you turned around to face her.

"I've, uh, seen a few of your paintings. They're, uhm, pretty cool. You're very talented."

Her head perked up. She clearly hadn't expected you to compliment her. She probably figured you were like the other kids at school, thinking she was just some weird nerd.

A small, barely there smile flickered on her face. It was hard to see in the dim light, but it was definitely there.

"Thanks. Your stuff isn't too bad, either."

Usually, you'd be offended by that. If anyone else had been the one to say that, you'd be pissed. But from her, it was an honour.

"Thank you," you said, smiling back at her.

It was only then that you noticed which comic she was reading. You'd been so entranced by her face that you hadn't seen it.

"Are you reading Spiderman?"

She looked down at the cover as if she'd forgotten what it was that she was reading.

"Yeah. Are you a fan, too?"

"Hell yeah, I am!"

You were sure your smile went from ear to ear. Now you know one more thing you both liked. She didn't seem as enthused as you, though. Her face was mostly expressionless.

"Can I get my spot back now?"

You had forgotten about that by now. You had probably been staring again as well.

"Oh yeah. Sorry," you chuckled lightly. She was not amused. You stepped back, taking the box with you. She moved back to her spot, not looking at you.

You walked back into the main part of the store, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the light. You felt that you had messed up the conversation. The first time you talked to the girl you liked, you stumbled over your words and acted so damn awkward.

Little did you know that in the back of the store, in the dark, Illi McMillin was smiling to herself, thinking about you.

"I got the role!" You shouted with joy as you entered Illi's room. She practically jumped up from her bed when she heard, throwing her arms around you. She knew how much you wanted this; she'd been there for the hours you spent practising and memorising your lines.

"See? I told you you had nothing to worry about!" She pulled away from the hug, but kept her hands firmly put on your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes. "I meant what I said by the way. I would put worms in the director's shoes if they didn't give you the role."

You let out a chuckle at that, but you knew her well enough to know that she was completely serious.

~•●°●•~

A few weeks later, you were well into rehearsals when one day, you saw Illi in the back of the room while you were performing your monologue. When the director called for a short break, you ran over to her, sitting on the seat beside her.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She looked at you confused. "I wanted to see you act. The director hasn't made a rule against visitors, right?" She asked, smiling.

"Of course not," you chuckled, putting your head on her shoulder. You looked down at her lap, where you saw her hands covering a piece of paper. "What are you drawing?" You pointed at the paper.

She looked down at it, having seemingly forgotten about it. She lifted her hands up av gave it to you.

It was a drawing of the stage, with all the curtains and stage decor. And in the middle of it was you. By yourself. She must have drawn it while you were performing your monologue.

"Holy shit Illi, this is beautiful! You did this just now?" She nodded. "You like it?" You threw you arms around her. "Illi, I love it! How are you this talented? It's beautiful!"

Her smile widened at that, and she was about to say something when the director called for everyone to get back to their places. You gave her a quick kiss goodbye before running back to the stage.

~•●°●•~

The day of the opening performance was finally here, after months of rehearsing.

Backstage was a mess, actors running back and forth, touching up their makeup and putting their costumes on. Eventually the lights dimmed and the show started. You had a few minutes before your first scene, which you spent quietly messing around with the other people there.

Eventually you headed up on the stage. Against all odds, it all went smoothly, everyone remembered their lines, no one missed their cues.

And then, it was time for your monologue. While you were performing, you spotted Illi in the crowd, on the first row. She was beaming. She looked so proud.

~•●°●•~

"You were amazing!" Illi yelled, running towards you after the show. She threw her arms around you, almost causing you to fall over. "That monologue was just brilliant."

"You mean it?" You asked her as you pulled away from the hug. She nodded so much you were afraid she was going to break her neck.

You were about to say something more when she turned to pull something out of her bag: a small flower boquet.

"Here! I picked them myself on the way here," she said as she handed them to you. She took out one of them from the bunch and put it behind you ear.

"Thank you Illi. Honestly," you said, holding her hand in yours as you left the theatre. She squeezed your hand and smiled. She looked as if she was about to say something, but she opted for just kissing you instead.

~•●°●•~

The day seemed to stretch on forever as you stood behind the counter, letting your mind wander, mostly to the thought of Dr. Wilson. How you wanted to hold his hand, kiss his lips, hug him-

"Hello?" You were snapped back to reality by a voice. You recognised the face as Dr. Cameron.

"Yes, sorry. Just zoned out," you said, turning on your customer service voice. "How can I help you?"

"It's Wilson," she said, her voice flat. "You need to go out with him."

You were taken aback by that. You blinked a few times, trying to process her words before you could mutter out your own.

"What? That's completely–"

She interrupted you before you could anything else. "Please. He's so lovesick because of you. He's constantly zoned out and daydreaming. I think he's written out more prescriptions just so he can see you."

You hadn't realised any of this. You only figured he had a lot of patients. But that he did it to see you? You were sure your heart skipped a few beats.

"Really? Me? I mean, this pharmacy's just the closest to his office. And he has a lot of patients, I'm sure it's nothing personal," you said, trying to find any reason to disprove what she said.

"No, he keeps mentioning you. He says it if you've done anything with your hair or that you're wearing a new shirt." Seriously? Even if you haven't worked at PPTH that long, you figured that wasn't something people did when talking about each other.

"And it seems like you kind of like him back," she continued. Your face immediately flushed. Were you that obvious? "Well, I—"

"Please. Just one date. For everyone's sake," she interrupted you. You wanted to come with a rebuttal, but her pager went off, and she just walked away, leaving you confused.

Was all that real? Did you just dream it? Was it a prank? Did Wilson really like you? Should you do as she said?

You decided that you would. If he said no, at least you could try to get over him. You could go back to night shifts if you needed to avoid him.

~•●°●•~

The door to the pharmacy made a click as you closed it. Your shift was finally over. You started walking down the hallway as you heard footsteps catching up to you. It was Wilson.

"Mind if we walk together to the parking lot?" He asked, like it was the most casual thing ever. Like you did this every day.

"No, please. Busy day?" You asked, trying to make some simple small talk.

"Not more than usual," he replied simply. You knew how busy he was.

The conversation went smoothly from there until you reached his car. You'd said goodbye when you realised this was the perfect opportunity.

"One more thing." He paused before he fully got into his car and stood up. He looked at you, waiting to hear what you were going to say.

You stepped closer, taking a few breaths as you mentally prepared yourself. Your brain went through a million different ways you could ask, but you decided on just going for it.

"Would you wanna go out sometime?"

He looked surprised. You were about to just excuse yourself or take it back, but he spoke first.

"I'd like that. But are you sure you want to?"

It was your turn to be surprised. Why would you not want to?

"I mean, I've been divorced three times, and we're both very busy with our jobs."

"That's fine with me. And we can always meet for lunch," you suggested. He chuckled at that but nodded.

"Okay then. Should we just figure out a time and place over text then?"

"Yeah. I'll see you around," you said, smiling at him before turning around and walking to your car.

~•●°●•~

"No, you're holding it wrong again!"

You scrambled to get your hands in the correct position as soon as she reminded you, but she was beside you before you could fix it yourself. She placed her hands on yours, and guided them to their correct positions on the mallet again.

"Now, do a drive shot here," she said, pointing to the balls on the grass. Her voice was somehow commanding and authorative while also letting a tinge of her usual soft voice shine through. You lined it up and you were about to shoot when Illi stopped you again.

"No, that's a stop shot. I said a drive shot." She looked at you excpectantly, swinging her mallet to lay on her shoulder as she waited for you to do as she said. Only, you couldn't remember what the difference was between the two shots. After a minute, she sighed and brought her mallet down, and showed you the difference between the shots.

The whole game mostly went like that: she told you what to do, you tried your best, she corrected you if necessary. And repeat.

She was the worst part of it. And the best. She just looked so damn smug the whole time. While you were struggling to even line up a shot, she was twirling her mallet around like it was made of feathers.

By the time you were finished, your head was filled with new information and your legs were tired from walking around.

"Did you have fun?"

You turned your head to look at her, planning to give her a death glare. But that plan went right down the drain when you saw her face. She looked so happy. After weeks of begging, you'd agreed to play croquet with her. She'd just wanted to share her interests with someone. So, no matter how tired you were from the game, you decided not to show it.

"Yeah. I did," you replied, smiling. "And only because you're the one teaching me," you continued as you walked over to her. You placed a quick kiss on her beaming face and wrapped an arm around her before peppering her with even more kisses.

That earned you a soft giggle from her before she decided to give you a taste of your own medicine, placing her lips all over your face. This led to you stumbling, and eventually causing both of you to tumble to the ground in a small pile of limbs and laughter.

"Same time next week?" She asked while your noses were pressed together, with a hopeful smile on her face. You pretended to think about her proposition for a while before you answered.

"Only if I can teach you to swim."

"Alright then."

~•●°●•~