Day 11- Doctor/Patient!AU/Banshee Crossover
Day 11
Doctor/Patient AU- Banshee Crossover
Clint/Darcy
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Banshee, Pennsylvania- June 21, 2014
“What’s this, Doc?” Clint Barton, known to the people of Banshee as Sheriff Lucas Hood, asked as he held up the slip of paper Dr. Lewis had pressed into his hand after checking out his various cuts, scrapes, bruises and fractured bones.
“That is my personal cellphone number,” She stated pointedly, the ‘obviously, you moron,’ was implied by her tone.
He gave her his go-to lopsided grin and ‘aw shucks, ma’am’ bow of his head. “Look, Doc, I’m flattered, really-“
She rolled her eyes and walked over to strip off her latex gloves and toss them into the medical waste bin. “Can it, Sheriff,” she snapped and then softened her face slightly as he jerked in surprise and then winced with the sudden movement. “That is not an invitation for a booty call. You may be one lucky son of a bitch, but you aren’t that lucky.”
He snorted and then raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an explanation.
“I get that being a Sheriff can be a dangerous job, I do, but seriously, Hood, how many times have I patched you up in the last year or so?”
“Uh-“ the word was drawn out as he pretended to seriously consider the question.
“Too many to remember,” Dr. Lewis cut in, her scowl indicating that it had been a mostly rhetorical question and she knew he knew that and didn’t appreciate his smart ass attitude. “Probably more that I’ve treated any other person here in Banshee in my 10 years as the local physician, and definitely more than I’ve treated the rest of the people in your department combined. In those same 10 years. And that isn’t including the times you don’t even bother getting checked out.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but she just reached out and snapped her fingers right in his face, then shook her finger at him as if he were a bad dog or misbehaving child.
“Uh uh, I don’t want your excuses. It seems pretty clear to me that you have a certain way of doing things and I’m not going to waste my time asking you to quit getting into situations where you’re going to get your ass kicked. I have a sneaking suspicion you like getting your face split open and your ribs caved in. It’s your job and it’s your call. That’s fine. I personally think the fact that you’ve survived this long living the way you do some sort of miracle.”
She perched her hip against the sink and crossed her arms over her chest.
“We get it, you’re a tough bastard. My concern is that one of these days, you aren’t going to be tough enough, and then your luck will run out. It’s only a matter of time before you get yourself, or one of your deputies killed. I really don’t want that to happen, if I can help it. That’s why I’m giving you my number.”
She stepped forward and looked straight into his eyes now. She could do that with him sitting on the exam table. “The next time you think maybe you’re going to headed into a situation that might end up getting violent, I’m asking you to call or text and let me know so that I can be prepared and headed in the right direction at least. I’d feel better if I was closer at hand for these little skirmishes go down.”
“No offense, Doc, but I don’t exactly need you gett’n in the way while I’m trying to handle police business,” he hedged, reaching out his arm to offer the piece of paper back to her.
“I’m not talking about getting in your way. I, for one, do not have a death wish, and I have no desire to be in the middle of things when the violence is happening. The closer I am, though, the better chance you and your people will have if something goes really wrong. Okay?”
He looked like he might refuse again, but then simply nodded and tucked the paper into the pocket of his jeans as he stood up. “Have it your way, Doc. I’ll do my best to give you a heads up if I see trouble coming. As long as you try to keep in mind that I don’t always have much notice myself.”
“Anything is better than nothing at this point, Sheriff.”
He nodded and then gave her a wry-twisted smile. “Am I done here, then? Can I go?”
She snorted and shook her head. “For now, though I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again.”
“I’m sure you will,” he agreed and walked out of the exam room, his boots clomping loudly against the linoleum.
June 28, 2014
(570) 555-2263: Hey, Doc, It’s Hood. I have a possible location on that missing Amish boy. You interested in being on hand?
Doc: You’re thinking he’s going to need medical treatment?
(570) 555-2263: Not sure. Better safe than sorry?
Doc: Never thought I’d hear those words from you.
(570) 555-2263: Technically you still haven’t
Doc: Even better. I have written proof.
Doc: His people aren’t going to like me being there though.
(570) 555-2263: You gonna let that stop you?
Doc: Send me directions. I’m on my way.
June 30, 2014
Sheriff Dumbass: Just checking in on Wilson and Morse
Sheriff Dumbass: How’re they doing?
Doc: They’re fine. Scrapped up and bruised, but okay
Doc: They got lucky
Doc: Maybe you’re rubbing off on them?
Sheriff Dumbass: For their sakes, I hope not
Doc: Me too
August 18th, 2014
Doc: You heard about Meg Wilson, right?
Sheriff Dumbass: Yeah.
Sheriff Dumbass: It fucking sucks
Sheriff Dumbass: How’s she doing anyway?
Doc: As well as can be expected. Which isn’t great
Doc: You gonna keep an eye on him?
Doc: Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid?
Sheriff Dumbass: Honestly?
Sheriff Dumbass: At this point I’d probably help him
Doc: That’s what I was afraid of
Doc: You’ll let me know if I’m needed?
Sheriff Dumbass: Sure thing, Doc
Doc: Liar
August 19, 2014
Sheriff Dumbass: Hey Doc, we might need you to come down to the station
Doc: What happened?
Sheriff Dumbass: No hurry, but we might need this to stay off the books
Doc: Hood?
Sheriff Dumbass: No biggie, just a couple of skin heads walked into a door
Doc: Dammit Hood
Doc: I thought you were gonna watch him
Doc: I’m on my way
September 2, 2014
Doc: Lucas, I just heard
Doc: I’m so sorry
Doc: Are you there?
1 Missed Call from Doc
Doc: Dammit Hood, I need to make sure you’re okay
Doc: I’m sorry
Doc: You’re going to get the bastards, right?
Doc: Just let me know what you need
November 26, 2014
Doc: Hey Hood, you alive?
Sheriff Dumbass: still kick’n what’s up?
Doc: it’s been so quiet lately
Doc: I was almost worried that meant you’d finally found a ditch some where
Sheriff Dumbass: No such luck
Doc: I also wanted to make sure you were set for tomorrow
Sheriff Dumbass: Why? What’s tomorrow?
Doc: Thanksgiving, dumbass
Doc: You have people to eat with?
Sheriff Dumbass: Oh
Sheriff Dumbass: I’ll probably just grab a bite at Happy’s place
Sheriff Dumbass: Like I usually do
Doc: You mean bar food?
Doc: For Thanksgiving?!
Doc: Don’t be an ass
Doc: You can come over here
Doc: I’ll have plenty
Sheriff Dumbass: You need someone to stuff your Turkey, Doc?
Doc: Don’t be gross
Doc: I’m just trying to be nice
Doc: thought you might be alone for the holiday
Sheriff Dumbass: What time?
Doc: Dinner’s at 4
Sheriff Dumbass: well, thanks, but I’ll be on shift till 8
Doc: okay, well swing by if you get a chance
Sheriff Dumbass: sure thing
December 25, 2014
Doc: Merry Christmas, Sheriff!
Sheriff Dumbass: Merry Christmas, Doc
Sheriff Dumbass: You get anything good this year?
Doc: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Doc: ;)
Sheriff Dumbass: Holy shit, Doc
Sheriff Dumbass: Did you just winky face me?
Doc: ugh
Doc: I blame the nog
Sheriff Dumbass: sure
December 31, 2014
Sheriff Dumbass: Happy New Year’s Doc
Doc: You too!
Doc: Any fun plans
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m on crowd control
Doc: that sucks
Doc: Well, I’ll have an extra glass of bubbly just for you
Sheriff Dumbass: Does that mean I have more ;) in my future?
Doc: Christ, you’re insufferable.
Sheriff Dumbass: Thanks Doc
Sheriff Dumbass: nicest thing anyone’s said all year
Doc: that is beyond sad
Doc: totally believable, but sad
Doc: Just try and stay out of trouble, okay?
Sheriff Dumbass: you too
Sheriff Dumbass: and remember
Sheriff Dumbass: Stay alive, don’t drink and drive
Doc: right, thanks
Sheriff Dumbass: you booze, you cruise, you lose
Doc: Got it
Sheriff Dumbass: Get hammered, get slammered
Doc: That doesn’t even make sense
Sheriff Dumbass: Stay out of the slammer, don’t get hammered
Sheriff Dumbass: Over the limit, under arrest
Sheriff Dumbass: Under the influence, under arrest
Doc: What’s it gonna take to get you to stop?
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m just doing my duty, citizen
Doc: You’re just being a smart ass you mean
Sheriff Dumbass: Same thing, really
Sheriff Dumbass: ;)
Doc: I hate you
January 22, 2015
Doc: You staying warm?
Sheriff Dumbass: Is that even possible?
Sheriff Dumbass: It’s cold as fuck out here
Doc: Welcome to Pennsylvania winter, Sheriff
Sheriff Dumbass: I hate everything
February 3, 2015
Doc: Hey, Sheriff, 911
Doc: Need you to send someone to the clinic
Doc: We had a break in
Sheriff Dumbass: the fuck is this?
Doc: Dr. Lewis
Doc: Who’s this?
Doc: Where’s Sheriff Hood?
Sheriff Dumbass: you that doctor that’s always patching that fucker’s dumb ass up
Doc: Sounds like me
Doc: You a friend of his?
Sheriff Dumbass: He likes to think so
Sheriff Dumbass: motherfucker left his god damned phone in the motherfucking bar
Doc: He’s not around then?
Sheriff Dumbass: fuck no
Doc: Guess I’ll have to call the station then
Sheriff Dumbass: you do that
Sheriff Dumbass: and honey?
Doc: Yeah?
Sheriff Dumbass: a little word of advice
Sheriff Dumbass: you can do better
Doc: it’s not like that
Doc: We’re just friends
Sheriff Dumbass: mm hmm
Doc: We are
Doc: Pretty sure he’s seeing someone else anyway
Sheriff Dumbass: not that you care, right?
Doc: Right
April 12, 2015
Doc: I just got back from helping with that mess at the Savoy
Doc: WTF Hood
Doc: What is going on with Proctor and the Res gang?
Doc: You gonna take care of it before things get out of hand?
Sheriff Dumbass: Working
Doc: HA! I’ll believe it when I see it
Sheriff Dumbass: Can you not? It’s been kind of a rough day
Doc: Sorry
Doc: I’m just worried
Doc: This just seems really bad
Sheriff Dumbass: Yeah? Well, that’s ‘cause it is
Sheriff Dumbass: That’s why I’m trying to work
Doc: Fine
April 15, 2015
7 Missed Calls from Doc
Doc: Please tell me you’re not in the Cadi
Doc: Hood
Doc: Helps on the way
Doc: Fucker, you better be okay
April 16, 2015
Doc: Hey
Doc: How are you holding up?
Sheriff Dumbass: fine
Doc: You sure?
Doc: Fine. Be that way
Doc: But I’m here if you need to talk
Sheriff Dumbass: You a shrink now too Doc?
Doc: Just a friend
Doc: I know it can’t be easy what you’re going through
Doc: Bobbi was a good person.
Doc: she’ll be greatly missed
Sheriff Dumbass: Just stop okay
Sheriff Dumbass: You were right okay?
Sheriff Dumbass: is that what you want to hear?
Doc: What?
Doc: This isn’t your fault, Lucas
Doc: Hood
1 Missed Call from Doc
Doc: I’m coming over
Sheriff Dumbass: No
Sheriff Dumbass: I said I’m fine
Doc: I don’t believe you
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m gonna be out anyway
Sheriff Dumbass: so don’t bother
Doc: fine
Doc: just try not to blame yourself, okay?
April 18, 2015
Sheriff Dumbass: Hey
Doc: you talking to me again?
Sheriff Dumbass: I need a favor
Doc: figures
Sheriff Dumbass: nevermind sorry I asked
Doc: no, I’m sorry, what do you need
Doc: Seriously Hood, what do you need
Sheriff Dumbass: You know the Bishop kid?
Doc: Which one? Kate Bishop or her little brother?
Sheriff Dumbass: Yeah, Katie
Sheriff Dumbass: Can you maybe find some work around the clinic for her?
Sheriff Dumbass: She’s a good kid, but she needs a little guidance
Sheriff Dumbass: and maybe a friend
Sheriff Dumbass: and something to keep her busy and out of trouble
Doc: Yeah, I get it
Doc: No promises, but I’ll look into it
Doc: does she even want a job?
Sheriff Dumbass: Call it mandatory community service
Sheriff Dumbass: off the books
Doc: Right, isn’t it always
Sheriff Dumbass: You’re the best, Doc
Doc: Don’t you forget it
April 26, 2015
Dumbass Sheriff: doc1!!1
Dumbass Sheriff: were yu at doc
Doc: do you know what time it is?
Sheriff Dumbass: I do no
Sheriff Dumbass: late
Sheriff Dumbass: u shoud comedown to Happy’s
Doc: Are you drunk texting me right now?
Sheriff Dumbass: no
Sheriff Dumbass: maybe
Sheriff Dumbass: I just wana see yu ok?
Sheriff Dumbass: come on Lewis
Sheriff Dumbass: ha
Sheriff Dumbass: get it
Sheriff Dumbass: like cum on Lewis
Sheriff Dumbass: cum on you
Doc: Yeah, I got it, Hood
Doc: You should take your drunk ass to bed
Sheriff Dumbass: u shoud take my drunk ass to bed
Doc: Seriously
Doc: You’re going to hate yourself in the morning
Sheriff Dumbass: too late
Sheriff Dumbass: already hate myself
Sheriff Dumbass: im a grade a fuck up doc
Sheriff Dumbass: she’s dead and its my fault
Doc: Lucas, no
Sheriff Dumbass: we killed that fucker tho
Sheriff Dumbass: I blew his fuckin head off
Doc: I don’t think you should be texting me that
Sheriff Dumbass: don’t care
Doc: Is Happy there?
Sheriff Dumbass: no
Doc: Are you at home?
Sheriff Dumbass: ya
Doc: Alone?
Sheriff Dumbass: jsu me n jack danls
Doc: I’m coming over
April 27, 2015
4 Missed Calls from Sheriff Dumbass
Sheriff Dumbass: Dammit Doc can you pick up the phone please?
Sheriff Dumbass: I need to talk to you
Sheriff Dumbass: Please?
Sheriff Dumbass: I really need to apologize
Sheriff Dumbass: and make sure you’re okay
Sheriff Dumbass: look, I was a drunken idiot, okay?
Sheriff Dumbass: I fucked up
Sheriff Dumbass: I know it
Sheriff Dumbass: You were right about everything
Sheriff Dumbass: You were right about me and Bobbi
Sheriff Dumbass: and you were right when you said I needed time to grieve
Sheriff Dumbass: You were just trying to be a good friend
Sheriff Dumbass: I needed someone and you were there
Sheriff Dumbass: and then I just went and fucked it up
Sheriff Dumbass: I just want you to know how sorry I am, okay
Sheriff Dumbass: so fucking sorry
April 28, 2015
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m still sorry
April 29, 2015
Sheriff Dumbass: You going to let me apologize yet?
April 30, 2015
Sheriff Dumbass: Look, I’m going to do one of those stupid things you hate so much
Sheriff Dumbass: Just in case you don’t hear from me again or whatever
Sheriff Dumbass: I just wanted to say that I’m sorry
Sheriff Dumbass: and to say thanks for being there for me
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m sorry things went so bad in the end
Sheriff Dumbass: I take full responsibility
Sheriff Dumbass: so that’s it I guess
Sheriff Dumbass: thanks and I’m sorry
Doc: Dammit Hood
Sheriff Dumbass: Darcy!
Doc: You can’t just say that and then leave
Doc: What have you gotten yourself into?
Sheriff Dumbass: Does this mean you forgive me?
Doc: No
Doc: But that doesn’t mean I want you to go off and die either
Doc: What’s going on?
Sheriff Dumbass: I can’t say
Sheriff Dumbass: It might be just fine
Sheriff Dumbass: I don’t want you to worry for nothing
Doc: Bullshit
Doc: That’s why you’re saying your good byes like you’re going to the fucking gallows
Doc: Cause you don’t want me to worry
Sheriff Dumbass: If something happens to me
Sheriff Dumbass: I didn’t want you to think I just ran off
Sheriff Dumbass: and left without saying good bye
Sheriff Dumbass: I’m trying to be a better friend to you okay?
Doc: fine
Doc: bye
Sheriff Dumbass: Please, Darce
Sheriff Dumbass: when I get back we should talk
Doc: sure
Doc: IF you come back
Sheriff Dumbass: please?
Doc: I said sure
Sheriff Dumbass: okay, great
Sheriff Dumbass: I’ll call you in a day or two
Sheriff Dumbass: probably
Doc: You better not die, asshole
June 1, 2015
Doc: Hood?
Doc: You there?
1 Missed Call from Doc
June 2, 2015
Doc: Hood?
Doc: Why does the coroner have Mayor Bishop in the morgue?
Doc: What the hell happened Lucas
Doc: Lucas?
18 Missed Calls from Doc
Doc: If you’re dead I’ll never forgive you
June 3, 2015
Doc: Where are you Hood?
June 4, 2015
Doc: Don’t do this to me Lucas
June 5, 2015
Sheriff Dumbass: not dead
Doc: Lucas!
Doc: where the hell have you been?
Sheriff Dumbass: can’t talk
Sheriff Dumbass: they took a friend of mine
Sheriff Dumbass: I have to get him back, but I wanted you to know I was alive
Sheriff Dumbass: don’t know how long I’ll be gone
Doc: What!?
Doc: Lucas!?
Doc: What does that mean?!
Doc: Dammit Hood
Doc: Come back
July 4, 2015
Doc: Happy 4th Ass hole
Doc: Hope you aren’t dead
August 17, 2015
Doc: Anyone there?
October 30, 2015
Doc: Dammit Hood
November 26, 2015
Doc: Happy Turkey Day
Doc: I hate you
Doc: Please come back
January 8, 2016
“Hey, Doc, you need anything else before I take off?”
Darcy looked up from her desk of paper work and smiled at the young dark haired girl. “If you just turn off the lights on your way out, Katie, I’ll get the door when I go. You have a good night, and drive safe, okay? Those roads are awful.”
“Sure thing, Doc. Good night,” she gave a little wave and then disappeared from the doorway.
Dr. Lewis finished filling out the patient files from that day’s shift and stacked them in the out box for Katie to re-file the next day. Then she picked up her messenger bag and filled it with the things she wanted to take home and look over for the night.
Her bag held tightly in one hand, she lifted her coat and scarf from the hook on the back of her door and mentally prepared herself to brave the cold and snow outside. As soon as she flipped off the light and shut her office door she realized she could see light pouring from around the door to exam room 3, which was ajar. She scowled. It wasn’t like Katie to miss something so simple. The girl might be a bit of a troubled spirit with a rebellious streak a mile wide, but she was usually more vigilant than that.
She walked down the hall and pushed the door open to reach in to flip off the light. She froze halfway in when she realized the room was occupied.
Sitting on the table was the man she had known as Lucas Hood, perched right where she’d had seen him countless times. He was watching her like a hawk, his entire body relaxed and nonthreatening.
“Hey, Doc,” he said, daring a sheepish smile when she didn’t do anything or say anything for several moments.
“Don’t you ‘hey, Doc’ me, you son of a bitch,” she snapped and her paralysis broke. She dropped her things and strode over to him and slapped him as hard across the face as she possibly could. “How dare you come back like this, just show up out of thin air? 7 months!” She yelled and jabbed at him with her finger. “7 god damned months and not a word from you and you just think you’re going to pop in her and ‘hey, Doc’ me and what? That makes everything fine? Well it doesn’t.”
He had raised a hand to rub gingerly at the bright hand print on his cheek as he watched her rant and rail.
“I know it doesn’t,” he whispered after it was clear she was waiting for some kind of response. “I just got back, and I just wanted to see you. Needed to see you.”
“Oh you needed to see me? So you just popped in to say hi? Well what about me, huh? What about when I needed to see you? I oughta call the sheriff and be done with your sorry ass for good. At least, if you were in prison I’d know where to find you if I wanted to see you. Then I could just pop in and say hi whenever I felt like it. Then you could see how it feels.”
“I’d probably deserve that,” he said too agreeably.
“Oh, you’d definitely deserve that,” she said angrily, but she was running out of venom. She never had been very good at holding onto her temper once she lost it. “Where have you been?”
“Here and there,” he said vaguely. “Nowhere worth remembering.”
“Did you get your friend back, at least?” She was still huffing, but the tightness in her jaw wasn’t there anymore.
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, that’s good, I guess.”
“It is,” he said with a small smile.
“Have you been taking care of yourself?” she said, eyeing the yellow remnants of a black eye he still sported on his left eye.
“Bout the same as usual,” he admitted, and she scowled again, knowing that meant not at all. When she held her tongue, though, he dared to speak. “Are you done yelling at me, then? Or do you have more you want to get off your chest before I say what I need to say?”
Her nostril’s flared and he knew immediately that had been the wrong things to say.
“I haven’t even begun to yell at you, Hood, or Barton, or whatever the hell your real name is. If I started in on all the things I wanted to yell at you for I might never stop yelling, and I have to work in the morning, so-“
“You know?” he asked, looking slightly stunned.
“I do now, you lying bastard,” she said, her anger renewed.
“How?” he gaped.
“Katie,” she supplied, her face turning considering and then concerned. “Have you seen her, yet?”
He shrugged, “I saw her when she left.”
Darcy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Did she see you?”
His eyes flinched with guilt and he looked away. “Not yet.” He shifted on the table, making the paper cover crinkle beneath his thighs. “I wasn’t sure how she’d take it, what with her dad and everything…” His voice trailed off. “She tell you everything, then?”
“Only what she knew. I put the rest of the pieces together myself, made some educated guesses.”
He nodded and stared at his hands. “I’m sorry I had to lie to you. I never meant for things to get so out of control. It was never supposed to be anything but a temporary solution. But when I found out about Katie, I just-“ He sighed and looked at her, pleading for her to understand. “I should have left. I know that. I just put her and everyone in danger, but she’s my daughter. I just couldn’t leave her.”
“But you did! You left her right when she needed you the most. Can you even imagine what the last 7 months has been like for her?”
“I know. I’m sorry,” he pleaded and reached out to grip her by the shoulders. “Tell me what to do, Darce. How can I make it better? If I stay everything gets fucked to hell and the people around me get hurt, or worse, and if I leave...” He searched her face as she stood before him. “Should I just go? Should I just walk away and never look back? If that’s what you want, if that’s what will make things better for you, then that’s what I’ll do. Just tell me!”
“Oh, you’d love that wouldn’t you? You’d just love it if I told you that you should pick up and run away. Well, too bad, cause I’m not going to justify your inability to stick around and take responsibility for your choices, you know, like a real person might have to do.” She jerked away from him and shoved his shoulder angrily. “You want me to tell you what to do? Why don’t you try not being a fucking criminal for five minutes?” She punched his arm again. “Instead of knocking over armored cars or stealing from the U.S. Army, why don’t you try getting an actual job for once? Huh?” Smack. “Then you can stick around and take care of your family, and be there for them, and you don’t have to worry about the mob showing up to fuck up your life, or have the FBI trying to hunt you down.”
In her rage, tears had started to pour down her cheeks, and when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest he could feel them on his neck. She struggled only briefly and then melted against him.
“I thought you were dead,” she sobbed and he held her.
He held her until she was all cried out and silent.
Then he held her even longer.
He held her and he whispered all the bitter truths, and reassuring nothings, and the hopeful wishes that he had kept to himself for so long.
He just spoke, and he ached for what he had to say to be enough for her to let him stay.