hah hah, is it weird that i know jim is the name of your friend?:laugh3:

^^no! he's based off of him. :wacko:

that was my guess!

^^:D

Chris a perv...perish the thought! :wink3:

 

I love it by the way!

^^hah, thank you so much!!! :nice::hug:!!

^^ Emma, sometimes your grammar confuses me. :P

 

I can has grammar certificate for butchery grammar?

 

Chris a perv...perish the thought! :wink3:

 

I love it by the way!

 

Cherish! Not perish! Augh!

 

EDIT: Also I have updated the archive as of last night, See You Soon did not get in there but it will next update

Great new story!!Good start

thanks everyone!! :D

Wow.. Awesome story Christina!:D

I absolutely love it!

 

Can't wait to read more ;)

new fanfic!!!!

 

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART ONE

 

 

“Dr. Pitt.” I heard someone call from behind me.

Of course turned around to see Layla standing there. “Just get one of the nurses to take blood if you can't.”

She shook her blond hair wildly. “I have a new patient for you.”

I walked up to her and took the file out of her hands. “Is this for real?”

“He just came in. His hand's pretty screwed up.”

I walked out of the conference room and down to where he should be. “You don't use screwed up, Layla. That's not a term a doctor would use, is it?”

When I opened the curtain four eyes looked up at me. There was one man sitting in a chair with brown spiky hair and almond brown eyes. The other one was sitting on the patient bed holding his hand. He was pale, and had curly, cinnamon brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. “Mr. Martin, I'm Doctor Sophie Pitt.” I said, shooing Layla out of the room. “What seems to be the problem?”

Chris stared into my eyes for a few more seconds, shook his head as if he was shaking something off, then smiled widely. “I seem to have hurt my hand.”

The other man stood up. “He was playing the guitar, ever so fast and his hand got like stuck in the strings.”

I smiled and nodded. “Let's have a look.”

The sides of his wrist were red with bruises and his palm was severely swollen. As I gently poked and prodded at his enormous hands I suddenly felt his eyes on me. Usually this freaks me out but for some reason I got shivers up and down my spine. Yes, he was incredibly gorgeous but, well, he was a patient.

“Okay Mr. Martin-”

“Please, call me Chris.”

I smiled. “Chris. Call me Sophie. I'm not too sure yet but from what I see it seems to be a very severe fracture.”

“Shit.” The other man muttered.

“Phil.” Chris said to the other man. “Shut up.”

The two of them stared at me until I would say something else. “Um, we'll have some x-rays done then I'll come back to make sure I was right.”

I walked out the door and handed the order to the nurse. When I went back to the conference room I noticed my friend Jim was now sitting at one of the tables, snacking on some sort of chip. I grabbed a Snickers bar from the machine and sat down next to him. “Fuck, Jim.”

His bright, blue gray eyes looked up at me. “W...what?”

I tore open the Snickers and chomped down. Then, I immediately felt more relaxed. “Why does this job have to suck so much? This morning I had two kids who bit me when I tried to take blood, then a psychopathic pregnant woman who claimed she'd never had sex. Oh, and I just got back from some gorgeous pervert checking me out.”

He grinned. “Gorgeous pervert?”

“Yes!” I spit through the giant bites of candy. “He was gorgeous, but he was a perv. Well, he just looked at me but he was still a freak.”

“We're doctors.” He sighed. “We see it all. Well, I got to go pick Katie up from day care. I'll see you tonight.”

I smiled legitimately for the first time that day. “Bye. Tell her I say “Hi”!”

Five minutes after Jim had left my candy bar was sadly gone. I contemplated getting another one but remembered that cake I had yesterday for one of the nurse's birthdays. Suddenly Layla blew into the room and ruined my mood. Again. “Dr. Pitt? Chris Martin's X-rays are back.”

I snatched the files from her and held the photos up to the light. When I had my answer, I shoved the photos back in her hand and walked back to Chris's room. “Chris. Phil.” I said as I opened the door. Ugh, there was that smile again. So beautiful. “Well, it seems that I was right. You fractured a bone in your finger. I see it a lot with musicians. I'll put a cast on it right now.”

Phil stood up and started to walk over to me. “When will it be... well... better?”

“About six weeks.” I said while grabbing all the cast materials out from the shelves.

Chris just kept smiling, even though his hand was practically black now. I slid over on the stool to him, and gently started dabbing his wrist in water. “So, you're a doctor. How's that working?” he asked.

I looked up at him like he just asked me if the sky was blue. “It's... well it is what it is. What color cast do you want.”

“Oh god.” Chris giggled. “I don't know! This is probably one of the hardest decisions of my life! Um... what do you think?”

I felt like I was back in pediatrics. Even though he was acting like a kid, it made me laugh. “Um, how about red?”

“No, no I don't want red. Pick another.”

“Green?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, here we go. Blue.” I said, holding up the bandage box.

Chris nodded frantically. “Yes! Blue! I love blue! Great choice.”

We both laughed. There was something about this guy I'd never seen in any other men. Or patients for that matter. For one thing, he hasn't tried to smack my ass yet. “So.” I said, feeling a little more relaxed. “You're a world famous singer. How's that working?”

He laughed, while watching me put the bandages on. “It is what it is.”

I giggled. I'll admit it, he was cute. We were talking for about twenty minutes about random things. At first he was talking about Phil, which pissed Phil off, so he stopped. Then he asked me about how hard it was to become a doctor, and I think I rambled a little too much on that subject. He didn't seem to show it, though. Then I was finished. “Okay, you're good to go.”

Chris looked disappointed. He looked up at me with those sad, puppy dog blue eyes. “That's it?”

“That's it.” For some reason I felt disappointed too. This conversation helped me get off my anger. “I'll have Layla come in and get your discharge papers. Have a good day, Chris. Phil.”

When I was walking out I could've sworn I noticed Phil mouthing something to Chris. I closed the door and took in my surroundings for a minute. Layla was waiting for me at the end of the hall with anther file in her hands, so I headed down her direction. Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and I saw Chris smiling down at me. God, he was tall. “Hey Sophie, um, so sorry to bother you. But you know, my hand hurts like hell so I'm really going to need a drink. Whenever you get done your shift, would you like to go get one with me?”

I felt butterflies in my stomach. Something about him. God, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I smiled to let him know I liked the idea, but I couldn't speak yet. A seconds later I coughed. “Um, yeah. Well, I actually have to work all night but what about tomorrow?”

Chris's face lit up. “Yes! Tomorrow's perfect! Um, can I have your number?”

I took a Sharpie out of my scrubs pocket. “Do you have paper?”

Chris looked a little flustered for a minute, then laughed, and held up his new blue cast. I chuckled and signed my name and number. “See you tomorrow.”

 

 

 

:wideeyed: omg I love this!! it's so good.

dude seriously this thread is amazing, so many good fanfics.

I can't wait for part two of this!! :wacky:

i just checked out all the fanfics since i was ere last and they're honestly reallly good. which is why I'm gonna stick to reading em instead of writing my own:D well, for a while anyway.

gaaaah, i love "see you soon" christina:D:heart:

i just checked out all the fanfics since i was ere last and they're honestly reallly good. which is why I'm gonna stick to reading em instead of writing my own:D well, for a while anyway.

 

I was thinking the exact same thing! Ok, sometimes some of the content leaves much to be desired ;), but there's no denying that they are all so extremely well written, its quite astounding! Well done all of you, they are great to read! Keep it up!

thanks so much lauren, darcy and jantine!! i'm gonna have part 2 up asap, but i promise, i won't rush it!! :D

 

EDIT: oh, just saw that stupid grammar error in part one. TOTALLY meant to say "another", not "anthr". :blush:!!!

thanks so much lauren, darcy and jantine!! i'm gonna have part 2 up asap, but i promise, i won't rush it!! :D

 

EDIT: oh, just saw that stupid grammar error in part one. TOTALLY meant to say "another", not "anthr". :blush:!!!

Hooray!:D Just take your time.. I just got to have patience(Although I don't have patience at all:lol:)

 

Can't wait!:smug:

^^thanks!! :nice:!!

 

EDIT: and here it is!!

 

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART TWO

 

 

Two A.M. and I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. Maybe it was the fact that he was so famous, but, I didn't really feel like he was. He acted just like every other patient I'd had. The only other celebrity I had ever treated was some football player, and he kept complaining to me about how incompetent I was. Oh, he also kept asking me if I knew who he was. I can't even remember his name.

Around two thirty I had a twenty minute break so I decided to get some real food in the cafeteria, since I'd been living on candy and chips for the last 23 hours. When I was walking down the stairs, I felt my right pocket vibrate. I reached down and noticed my Blackberry said a very odd number was calling me. Since I usually didn't answer odd numbers, I didn't know what to do. But then I remembered Chris. “Hello?” I said in a confused tone.

“Is this too quick to call? God, I'm so bad at this shit.” I heard his soft spoken voice.

He made me grin. “No, no it isn't. I was actually hoping it was you.”

For some reason I could hear him smiling on the other line. “I know this great, quiet little place right by the Empire State Building. It's called Dubbin's. Want to meet me there at seven?”

Thankfully I knew where Dubbin's was. “See you then.”

Hearing Chris's voice got me through the rest of my shift. I'd had two head traumas, a stab victim and some homeless man brought in a sick dog, and for some reason I had patience for them all. On a regular day I might have killed them on purpose. My shift ended at seven A.M., so I quickly got changed into my street clothes and got ready to leave. When I was walking by the conference room, I noticed Jim inside, so I went in. “Hey. I'm heading out.”

Jim looked up at me. His face was pale and his eyes were saying something to me that they'd never said before. “Katie's missing.”

My heart sunk. Katie was not the kind of four year old that would just run off because daddy didn't give her a cookie. Jim and Katie were so close, ever since Jim's wife Debbie passed away two years ago. She was all she had left of her. “Oh god.” My voice shook. “Okay, um. She couldn't have gotten too far. Where was the last place she was seen?”

“Right outside daycare.” Jim said. He looked like he was about to cry. “Apparently some kids were bullying her, she got upset and they didn't see her again.”

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think. Katie loved the park. There was this tree that Jim and her would sit in and yell at the top of their lungs whenever they were sad or mad. That was it. I opened my eyes. “Follow me.” I said, and sprinted out the door.

Jim's footsteps weren't too far behind, so I kept running. All the way out the door of the hospital, down four blocks to Central Park. It was absolutely freezing, so that made me run faster for two reasons; if I stopped I would've froze to death from just wearing a sweater and I knew that Katie must've been cold, wherever she was. The sun was just rising over the coast, and wouldn't be warming things up for at least another three hours. I stopped at the giant Oak tree and tried to catch my breath. Not to my surprise, there were two small pink shoes sitting about ten feet up in the tree. Jim stared at me, and since I couldn't say anything I just pointed. “Oh, God, Katie!” He said with relief. “Thank God!”

About ten minutes later Jim and I were sitting up in the tree with Katie in between us. “You want to tell us what happened?”

Her bright red hair was all blown around from the winter wind. She still had a little pink Barbie backpack on her back, and her bright blue eyes would not look up at either of us. “You can go.” Jim whispered. “I can't thank you enough for thinking of this.”

I smiled. “I want to hear what happened... if she'd tell us.”

Katie rolled her little eyes and took a deep breath. “There was this kid and he was bullying me. He said my hair was ugly. So the teacher didn't say anything and that made me mad. I don't wanna be there daddy. They're mean.”

I was now sitting there while Jim was being the great dad he was, talking Katie through her first bullying. While waiting, I started to think about my first bullying. I was in first grade. Lets just say I probably weighed more than all the kids in my class combined.

“Soph? We can go now.” Jim said, popping me out of my bubble.

We carefully got Katie out of the tree, passing her to each other like an assembly line, then the three of us walked out of Central Park to my place. “Well, thanks again.” Jim said, picking an exhausted Katie up.

“Oh, don't mention it. Good night, Katie.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her back.

After I got a mutter of a 'good night', I gave Jim a friendly kiss on the cheek and headed inside. Thankfully my heat was on high from the way I had left it a few days earlier. The living room was so perfect. Warm, and silent. I threw my bag on the ground and passed out on the couch.

The next morning I woke up around 11 A.M.. My head was pounding from the long night before, but everything stopped when I remembered I was going out with Chris Martin that night. I threw on a screaming hot pot of coffee and called my best friend Amy. “Do you realize how early it is now?” she snapped.

I grinned. “You've always been a late sleeper. Listen, I need a nice outfit. Since you always keep telling me I need better clothes this is your chance to help me out.”

Amy was shuffling something around on the other line. “What is it... some sort of corporate meeting with all you smart doctors?”

I didn't say anything.

“Oh God. This isn't really happening, is it? You have a date?” she yelled.

“It's not a date!” I snapped immediately. “I'm just going out for a drink with someone.”

There was silence on the other line. “Who is he? God, did you save his life? Oh, such a fantastic love story!”

“Would you just shut up and get down here?” I said while pouring out the coffee.

“I want to know his name.” She demanded.

Shit. Amy was going to freak out. She wasn't that big of a fan of Coldplay but, she was an enormous fan of celebrities. “Um... Chris.”

Amy groaned. “Chris what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters!” I could hear keys being picked up in the background. “I need to know!”

I put the cup of coffee down on the table and braced for impact. “Chris Martin.”

 

 

^^thanks!! :nice:!!

 

EDIT: and here it is!!

 

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART TWO

 

 

Two A.M. and I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. Maybe it was the fact that he was so famous, but, I didn't really feel like he was. He acted just like every other patient I'd had. The only other celebrity I had ever treated was some football player, and he kept complaining to me about how incompetent I was. Oh, he also kept asking me if I knew who he was. I can't even remember his name.

Around two thirty I had a twenty minute break so I decided to get some real food in the cafeteria, since I'd been living on candy and chips for the last 23 hours. When I was walking down the stairs, I felt my right pocket vibrate. I reached down and noticed my Blackberry said a very odd number was calling me. Since I usually didn't answer odd numbers, I didn't know what to do. But then I remembered Chris. “Hello?” I said in a confused tone.

“Is this too quick to call? God, I'm so bad at this shit.” I heard his soft spoken voice.

He made me grin. “No, no it isn't. I was actually hoping it was you.”

For some reason I could hear him smiling on the other line. “I know this great, quiet little place right by the Empire State Building. It's called Dubbin's. Want to meet me there at seven?”

Thankfully I knew where Dubbin's was. “See you then.”

Hearing Chris's voice got me through the rest of my shift. I'd had two head traumas, a stab victim and some homeless man brought in a sick dog, and for some reason I had patience for them all. On a regular day I might have killed them on purpose. My shift ended at seven A.M., so I quickly got changed into my street clothes and got ready to leave. When I was walking by the conference room, I noticed Jim inside, so I went in. “Hey. I'm heading out.”

Jim looked up at me. His face was pale and his eyes were saying something to me that they'd never said before. “Katie's missing.”

My heart sunk. Katie was not the kind of four year old that would just run off because daddy didn't give her a cookie. Jim and Katie were so close, ever since Jim's wife Debbie passed away two years ago. She was all she had left of her. “Oh god.” My voice shook. “Okay, um. She couldn't have gotten too far. Where was the last place she was seen?”

“Right outside daycare.” Jim said. He looked like he was about to cry. “Apparently some kids were bullying her, she got upset and they didn't see her again.”

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think. Katie loved the park. There was this tree that Jim and her would sit in and yell at the top of their lungs whenever they were sad or mad. That was it. I opened my eyes. “Follow me.” I said, and sprinted out the door.

Jim's footsteps weren't too far behind, so I kept running. All the way out the door of the hospital, down four blocks to Central Park. It was absolutely freezing, so that made me run faster for two reasons; if I stopped I would've froze to death from just wearing a sweater and I knew that Katie must've been cold, wherever she was. The sun was just rising over the coast, and wouldn't be warming things up for at least another three hours. I stopped at the giant Oak tree and tried to catch my breath. Not to my surprise, there were two small pink shoes sitting about ten feet up in the tree. Jim stared at me, and since I couldn't say anything I just pointed. “Oh, God, Katie!” He said with relief. “Thank God!”

About ten minutes later Jim and I were sitting up in the tree with Katie in between us. “You want to tell us what happened?”

Her bright red hair was all blown around from the winter wind. She still had a little pink Barbie backpack on her back, and her bright blue eyes would not look up at either of us. “You can go.” Jim whispered. “I can't thank you enough for thinking of this.”

I smiled. “I want to hear what happened... if she'd tell us.”

Katie rolled her little eyes and took a deep breath. “There was this kid and he was bullying me. He said my hair was ugly. So the teacher didn't say anything and that made me mad. I don't wanna be there daddy. They're mean.”

I was now sitting there while Jim was being the great dad he was, talking Katie through her first bullying. While waiting, I started to think about my first bullying. I was in first grade. Lets just say I probably weighed more than all the kids in my class combined.

“Soph? We can go now.” Jim said, popping me out of my bubble.

We carefully got Katie out of the tree, passing her to each other like an assembly line, then the three of us walked out of Central Park to my place. “Well, thanks again.” Jim said, picking an exhausted Katie up.

“Oh, don't mention it. Good night, Katie.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her back.

After I got a mutter of a 'good night', I gave Jim a friendly kiss on the cheek and headed inside. Thankfully my heat was on high from the way I had left it a few days earlier. The living room was so perfect. Warm, and silent. I threw my bag on the ground and passed out on the couch.

The next morning I woke up around 11 A.M.. My head was pounding from the long night before, but everything stopped when I remembered I was going out with Chris Martin that night. I threw on a screaming hot pot of coffee and called my best friend Amy. “Do you realize how early it is now?” she snapped.

I grinned. “You've always been a late sleeper. Listen, I need a nice outfit. Since you always keep telling me I need better clothes this is your chance to help me out.”

Amy was shuffling something around on the other line. “What is it... some sort of corporate meeting with all you smart doctors?”

I didn't say anything.

“Oh God. This isn't really happening, is it? You have a date?” she yelled.

“It's not a date!” I snapped immediately. “I'm just going out for a drink with someone.”

There was silence on the other line. “Who is he? God, did you save his life? Oh, such a fantastic love story!”

“Would you just shut up and get down here?” I said while pouring out the coffee.

“I want to know his name.” She demanded.

Shit. Amy was going to freak out. She wasn't that big of a fan of Coldplay but, she was an enormous fan of celebrities. “Um... Chris.”

Amy groaned. “Chris what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters!” I could hear keys being picked up in the background. “I need to know!”

I put the cup of coffee down on the table and braced for impact. “Chris Martin.”

 

 

:wacko: OMG it is soooo good!! I feel like this would make a good movie :lol:

yay :dance: I'll be waiting patiently for the next part.

It's such an awesome story!:D

And yeah this could be a movie.. Can I be Sophie?:laugh3:

I LOVE IT CHRISTINA!!:D:D:D

i can't wait for part 3!!!:dance:!!

It's such an awesome story!:D

And yeah this could be a movie.. Can I be Sophie?:laugh3:

 

hah, sure!! :P

 

thanks for all your sweet comments everyone!! i feel so loved!!

 

hah, i don't know if it's good enough to be a movie but, you surely made me feel good. :smug::hug:!!!

I really like See You Soon. It's cute! :heart:

 

And did you get your tickets for Camden yet? :dance:

I DID KYRA!!:D :dance:

where are you sitting?

I really like See You Soon. It's cute! :heart:

 

And did you get your tickets for Camden yet? :dance:

 

thank you!! :nice:!!!

 

and yes, i did!! and they're fantastic!! :D:D:D

I'm sitting in section 104...row S, I think. :dance:

 

I wanted to be in the pit soooo badly, but it wasn't gonna happen.