oiv. a steamy elevator ride
1.04

Atlas was literally running out of his home. He had slept in—more like kept hitting the snooze button so he could stay in his warm bed even longer. But hey! His beauty sleep important.

Atlas made it out of his home, to his car, and to the hospital in record time. He wouldn't be surprised if he got a speeding ticket in the mail soon.

The attending made his way to the attendings lounge and changed into his navy scrubs. Just as he leaves the lounge he bumps into Derek, literally both body's clashing together.

"You're late." Derek comments, like he had been waiting for the cardio surgeon.

"Kept hitting snooze. My bed was so warm this morning. It was empty, but warm." Atlas stuffs his hands into the pocket of his white coat.

"Maybe I could fix that. Say a sleepover tonight?" Derek attempts, and Atlas can't help but mentally cheer—even though he wasn't sure if Derek was being for real or not.

"Tonight sounds wonderful." Atlas admits, a small blush coating both men's cheeks.

The two attendings don't say anything else to each other as they walk towards the elevator—both seeming to have to go in the same direction.

Atlas so desperately wants to hold Dereks hand.

As the two wait for the elevator, Derek looks away from the floor and go Atlas. "Seattle has ferry boats."

"Really?" Atlas knew this of course, but he would give anything to listen to Derek talk about ferry boats and how Seattle had them...so he lied.

"I didn't know that. You didn't know that. Seems like we have something in common. I've been living here six weeks, I didn't know there were ferry boats." Derek said happily.

"Seattle is surrounded by water on three sides." Atlas told the neuro attending, whose eyes twinkled at the mention of a ferry boat.

Atlas could see it play in the back of his mind—ferry boat dates, maybe even a wedding on a ferry boat—why? Because he knew it would make Derek happy.

"Hence the ferry boats." Derek says as the elevator doors open.

"Now I have to like it here. I wasn't planning on liking it here. I'm from New York. Genetically engineered to dislike everywhere, except Manhattan. I have a thing for ferry boats."

They're in the elevator alone.

"And I have a thing for you." Atlas counters, watching as Derek blushes crazily.

Derek stares at Atlas for a few seconds. Than drops the granola bar he was holding — for Atlas (guessing he wouldn't have eaten) — kisses him.

He's just a tad surprised but catches on pretty fast. The two share a heated kiss, some might even say make out. Until the elevator doors ding and Atlas quickly crouches to pick up the granola bar and leaves. Sending a wink and wave to Derek who stands there looking amused.

"We'll talk later?" Derek calls out father the cardio attending.

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Atlas exited the elevator for the second time this morning, just not with Derek, sadly. He strolls towards the er room he had been paged to.

Opening the door he sees the interns and Derek standing around a patient. "Those look like..." Atlas trails off.

"Nails!" Eliza looks up to her brother with wide, excited eyes.

"Here's the x-ray." Atlas is given an x-ray screen of the man with 7 nails in his head. He can't help but think, this is why I didn't choose neuro—stupid people.

"I can't see my hands." The patient talks, freaking out.

"Oh my God! He's conscious." George exclaims, equally freaked out by the fact that the patient was awake.

"Breathe deeply George. You won't pass out." Alex tells the other intern, nicely (more of a mocking way) but it still turns the heads of the two Lee—Sunny siblings.

"Use 4 mg's of morphine. Titrate up to 10. You know what? I don't want him to move." Derek tells the room, getting someone to do something well he works on the patient.

"I can't see." The patient tells the room once again.

"Hey, It's ok. I'm Atlas, can you to be very still, Mr?" Atlas comforts the patient.

A doctor Atlas doesn't know the name off speaks up, "Cruz, Jorge Cruz. He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun."

"Sick." Alex said which he then receives a glare that says boy shut the fuck up right now before I kick you out, because I will from Atlas.

"Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That's a minor miracle. Optic nerve's been affected. Can you feel this? Numbness on his right side. What's our immediate concern?" Derek speaks, his eyes moving from the patient to Atlas.

"Infection." Meredith comments.

"Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT." Derek says, not taking his eyes of Atlas.

"CT's are down." A doctor adds.

"What?" Dereks voice seems unpleasant and Atlas can't help but wonder two things. a) how a ct is down. and b) if Derek wants to flip out because the ct's are down.

"They exchanged them out last night. Computer's crashed; have them back up by 1:00." And there's the answer to Atlas first question.

"So typical. So what are the options?" Derek asks the interns, giving them a change to learn and interact.

"An MRI?" George stupidly says.

Atlas can't help but press his palm to his forehead.

"No!" Derek quietly shouts, not wanting to freak out the patient and any point.

"Brilliant. The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet. You want films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery." Alex directs his sass to George.

"Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before. Go!" Derek instructs the interns, taking a step back to look at the patients head full of nails.

"My wife, my wife, my wife." Jorge, the patient, mutters.

"Your wife is on the way, Mr. Cruz." Atlas says, his voice full of comfort, that even Derek feels calmer hearing.

"Stay with him, keep him calm and look for changes." Derek instructs Meredith before himself and Atlas leave.

"You took my granola bar." Derek comments once he leave the room.

"Ooops... it was a good granola bar..." Atlas laughs, so does Derek.

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Derek had preformed a successful surgery, which called for drinks at joes bar.

Atlas and Derek sit across from each other like they had been for the last forty five-ish minutes. They had both gone through a few drinks, but that didn't matter. They were having fun!

Derek looks up from his drink, "is this a date?" He asks shy-fully. As much as Derek was outgoing and fun (and sometimes a tad cocky) when it came to Atlas, he couldn't help but act like a school girl.

"D-do you want this to be a date?" Atlas replies to Dereks question, with a question.

"I do. Yeah." Derek admits, looking down to his drink, scared of rejection.

"Than it's a date."

Atlas holds out his drink for Derek to clink his against. "To our first date!" Atlas cheers, a bright, loving look on his face.