We're In This Together Now -- Calli

[DALLAS ANTHONY XAVIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/23ih5zk.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 400px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 3px solid #414141;] the chemistry between liars like you and me Dallas hated the hell out of these appointments. He was so over them. He'd had more than enough of them when he'd been back home in Texas, really. His mother had been just as adamant as his own CO had been about him having the damned things so that he could get back up on his feet again. And realistically, he knew that they were both right. The better care he took of himself, the sooner he'd wind up back on his feet again and out there in the line of fire again. He didn't have a death wish. He'd been made to realize just how damned mortal he was on his last mission... The same mission he'd lost five of his best friends and team mates on. But he refused to sit there on his ass and do absolutely nothing while the rest of the world continued turning around him. He knew that the guys who had lost their lives would expect nothing less of him. He fully intended on making sure they knew that their wishes were being honoured. Now he just had to get medical clearance after all of this physical therapy crap was done. He was hoping for a prognosis that went a hell of a lot better than the last where the nurse back in Texas had told him that he was still overdoing it. He was taking it easier now. He was holding himself back a little bit so that the healing process could finish up. Honestly, there was no pain in his arm any longer. It was just a matter of making the rest of the world believe that now. Damnit. "Lieutenant Dallas Xavier?" Dallas glanced up as the receptionist called his name. She smiled at him. "If you'll head into room number one, the nurse will be with you in a moment." Dallas nodded and made his way towards the room. He was dressed in Camo BDU's for the time being... What he normally wore when he was on base. It was what was acceptable in a place like this. It wasn't the clinic in Virginia Beach - the one he would have gone to in the event of his having still been operable on base - but it was a far cry better than the hospital he'd been in in Texas for the simple fact that he didn't have family hovering over him every five seconds. He headed for the examination room and closed the door behind him lightly, stripping the outer layer off of his torso and revealing a white shirt beneath that. He gingerly tugged that over his head as well, knowing the drill just a little too damned well. The nurse would want to poke and prod at him a bit before handing him off to the doctor if they were incapable of passing a judgement on their own. Dallas thought these routine check ups pretty idiotic, really. He was healing. He could tell that he was healing. He didn't need someone else to tell him that he was healing. He was willing to bet that they didn't get many patients as damned stubborn as he was likely to be here in South Carolina... But they were going to learn, damned quickly, just how stubborn a Navy SEAL could b-... All thought fled his mind the moment the nurse actually walked into the room and Dallas found himself sitting just a little bit taller in the moment. Holy crap his nurse was... well... she was beautiful. Dallas wasn't the type of guy to normally take notice of a woman who was in uniform like that but... this woman was exceptional. He was too much of a gentleman to call her hot outright. She was beautiful. Pretty in a classic sort of way. And exactly the kind of girl that Dallas could easily find himself tripping over his own tongue for. And she had to see him with his shoulder all screwed up and the assload of scars that now covered his body. Great. "Ma'am." He drawled in that thick, Texan accent as she approached him. "I figured I might as well get the show on the road and make your job a little easier by already being... well... prepared..." He said. Shit. Was he actually... Oh lord... he was blushing. He was never going to hear the end of this if his brother ever caught wind of it. ignites like gasoline WEARING: This NOTES: He waaaaants her.

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[CALLIANNE HARLOW EVERTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 300px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 1px dashed #000; border-right: 30px solid #000;] callianne yawned for the fifth time in the past two minutes, trying to hide the unpretty sight behind the back of her hand. she didn't know why she was so tired today. it was like any other day, really. she barely got enough sleep as it is, but she was actually able to fit in a good six and a half hours. maybe it was the fact that even though she had managed to get six and a half hours of sleep, there were multiple periods of time throughout the night where her father woke her up so she could get something for him. not that she minded doing things for her dad, it's just that she hated how he needed something ever hour of the night. it was really tiring to wake up and fall asleep only to wake up again and try even harder to fall back asleep. she pulled the blanket over her father's shoulders, feeling relieved that he was finally asleep. she tapped a note on his digital clock that laid casually on the bedside table, reminding him that there was food in the fridge and that he better take it along with his medication. she poured herself some coffee into her mug before taking off towards her car. she slipped into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition, dropping her mug in the cup holder before driving off to the naval base. it wasn't a particularly long drive but it was still a good distance away from her small home. if you can even call it that. it had been hard enough to convince her father to move in the first place. and she wasn't even sure if she was staying here for sure. it was just a visit, really. nothing permanent. the naval base was close, and with her benefits, her father was moving up the list for a transplant pretty quickly. not that she liked cheating the system, but people didn't understand that he was all that she had left. her father didn't deserve to be so lucky, that was for sure, but she still loved him at the end of the day- even if he was being one big pain in the ass. she sighed, shaking her head slightly. she had no idea how she was even going to convince him to check into the hospital. it was just so much easier that way. at least there would people to monitor his condition and makes sure he actually takes his medication and eats his meals. god, never, in her life, did she ever think she would take on the motherly role at the age of thirteen. sometimes her father made her never want to have kids. ever. she had already spent most of her life taking care of one, and she dreaded spending the rest of her life taking care of another one. but she loved kids. she did. but god, her father just really ruined any thoughts of having one. not that she was exactly thinking about having kids at this moment in her life. she can barely keep both her father and herself alive, let alone another human being. she was barely surviving as it was. which was why even though she was on leave from base in the red zones like kandahar, she had still applied as a nurse in the naval base here in myrtle beach. she just couldn't seem to keep away from her job. she loved it too much. there wasn't much action here, but it was something. it gave her something to do during the day, and she was still getting paid, so she couldn't really complain. but the environment was definitely different. it was more serene. no random bombings, attacks and injured soldiers. most were just here for a routine check up. not that callianne minded. it wasn't as many things to do, and the injuries weren't as intense, but it, at least, gave her time to really get to know her patients here. she actually got to hold conversations with them without having to worry that their vitals was going to drop. she yawned as she parked her car into her usual spot, immediately grabbing the mug of coffee as if her life depended on it. she made her way into her locker room and changed into the usual service uniforms that were required once on base, shrugging a lab coat over her uniform. she greedily chugged down the burning coffee and placed her mug into her locker grudgingly. she did not want to part ways with her mug of coffee, but she knew she had to. she made a round of routine checks with the patients who were required to stay overnight to make sure their vitals were still stable before she moved on to those whom were just here for check up on their recent injuries. she waved her latest patient goodbye with a kind smile before moving onto room number one. she opened the file, reading up on his previous check ups as she made her way into the room, head still hung down low as she read through it. she glanced up when the stranger's voice rang out. she smiled politely at him, skimming over the rest of the file before closing it and clamping it between her arms and her body, her full attention on the man in front of her now. she tried to keep her usual professional poker face on, but she had to admit that he was rather.... well... handsome, to say the least. but even then, that would be an understatement. he body was very well defined, his jaw structure was strong, but his eyes were what did it for callianne. they were beautiful, yes, but behind those eyes was someone who most definitely seemed like he went through a lot. she chuckled at him as he stammered, "am i making you a little nervous lieutenant?" she asked teasingly, "well don't worry, i won't bite." she reassured him with one of her warming smiles. "so how are you feeling lieutenant?" TAGGED mel with dallas | WEARING click and click | NOTES hope it’s okay hah

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[DALLAS ANTHONY XAVIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/23ih5zk.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 400px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 3px solid #414141;] the chemistry between liars like you and me So... maybe this whole check up thing wasn't going to be quite as dreaded as he had originally thought. Maybe he'd be able to get through this relatively unscathed and with a good portion of his sanity intact. The last doctor that had tended to him in Texas had been male and he'd been aggressive, cranky and generally irritable when it came to dealing with Dallas. Of course, that didn't do a whole hell of a lot to help Dallas' already pissed off mood in the long run and he was pretty sure they had wound up antagonizing one another, but that was entirely besides the damned point. Even if this nurse turned out to be a sour apple just as the doctor had been, he didn't think he'd be able to maintain any level of irritability or anger with her. She was beautiful. He noticed the way that her eyes assessed him from head to toe. He wanted to tell himself that she was checking him out but, really... what the hell woman would be checking him out in the state that he was in at the moment. He had a number of raised scars up along his shoulders - the most dominant one on his right shoulder where he'd taken a bullet clean through it. But there were various other scars in the places of the shrapnel that had caught him as he'd been launched over the edge of the cliff and buried under sand - the only concealment that had saved his life all the while it tried to suffocate him. No. He definitely wasn't looking his best at the moment. At least, he wasn't in his honest opinion. Christ, his confidence had taken a beating... And he was making a complete and utter idiot of himself. He was pretty sure that a woman as beautiful as she was was likely hit on on a regular damned basis. What kind of a chance did he stand? Some other schmuck had probably already come along and swooped her off of her feet. Dallas found himself self-consciously letting his eyes stray towards her left hand. No ring on it. Huh. His eyes drifted to her dog tags momentarily. Nothing there either. Interesting. He averted his eyes again a moment and shook his head. "I get a little antsy around pretty women. What can I say?" He asked, giving her a sheepish smile in return. He was probably going to crash and burn, but it was the first real chance he'd had at flirting since he'd been back stateside, really. Who could blame him? "You don't bite?" He asked, arching a brow, unable to help the slow smile that slid onto his lips. "Not even a little?" He shook his head, trying to look as if he were genuinely disappointed. "That's a shame." He said, unable to help the teasing light in his eyes. Christ, he could see why this woman would be good at her job. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left arm for a moment and shrugged the same shoulder. "Still a little sore when I wor-.." He paused a moment and winced. He wasn't supposed to be working out yet. Whoops. He gave her a guilty look. "Look... I know you're probably gonna make some stink about how I shouldn't be over-workin' my arm but... all due respect, Ma'am... I'm no good at sittin' by idly and watchin' the world spin 'round me. Workin' out is the lesser of the evils I've contemplated over the last few months." He smiled sheepishly at her. ignites like gasoline WEARING: This NOTES: He waaaaants her.

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[CALLIANNE HARLOW EVERTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 300px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 1px dashed #000; border-right: 30px solid #000;] callianne knew she was a good nurse. she was attentive, and always made sure her patient was comfortable, tending to their every need. she's a bit motherly like that. but you'd think from her constant lack of sleep and boatloads of stress on her shoulder that she'd be a cranky nurse. she's met a few of them. or a lot of them, actually. the same with doctors. some of them were just plain rude and took it out on the patients. which wasn't right in her book. she understood that their job was stressful and it took a lout of energy out of them throughout the day, but it wasn't the patient's fault. she believed in doing something that you love. that made you happy. if being a doctor or a nurse made you cranky, then why do it at all? she just didn't understand why some people constantly complain about their job day and night when they could easily change professions. it was your choice to go down this career path. suck it up and move on. she did not want to hear you whine and moan about how you had to work a sixteen hour shift with surgeons or that you had to sponge bath a soldier who wasn't able to do it themselves. you went to school for this. you joined the army. it was all your decision. no matter how tough her day went, calli never ever took it out on her patients or coworkers. that was, of course, if she expressed her frustration in the first place. she constantly bottled things up- which wasn't healthy, she knew, but if she expressed her anger, then someone was going to get hurt in the process. and she didn't like hurting people. she was a nurse. their motto was always "first do no harm." and she planned on sticking to it- even when it was outside of the naval base. she hated feeling guilty, knowing that she did something wrong, that she caused another human being's suffering. she wouldn't be able to live with herself. even if it was just something minor like hurting someone's feelings or ruining their day or something. so no matter how annoyed she was or how much trouble her patient was giving her, she always made sure she dealt with things calmly and in an upbeat manner. because what goes around comes around, right? she believed that if she showed her patients that she genuinely cared and wasn't just someone that was just going to get involved with their lives and just leave, they might treat her with the same kind of care. a lot of people have told her that she was just being naive and too nice for her own good. and maybe she was. maybe she cared just a little too much. but that was her. that's what she raised herself to believe. she had taught herself to be optimistic. to keep a positive outlook on everything because if she started to concentrate on all the bad shit in her life, well that would just make her a very unpleasant person. and no one would want to see that. plus, people fed of other people's energy right? if she was upbeat and kind, then it would surely rub off on her patients, and they'd both be in a happy mood. so really, it was a win win situation here. there was no downside to this. so even as calli checked him out, she still kept that kind and friendly smile on her face. yes, he had multiple scars all over his body and any woman, really, would be repulsed by it, but not calli. to her, they were battle scars. healing wounds that proved bravery and heroism. she had seen much worse, of course, having been posted in kandahar for a short while. when shit hit the fan, it really hit the fan. but still, she couldn't help herself but notice the pack of abs he was sporting and the muscular arms that she was sure could benchpress more than twice her weight. she bit the insides of her cheeks, desperately hoping that she wasn't blushing as she raised her eyes to meet his while he spoke, the smile still lingering on her face. she chuckled, shaking her head a little, "well i'm not a pretty woman, so you have nothing to be antsy about." she told him as if she was stating the most obvious thing in the world. she arched her brow slightly, glancing up at him, amused by what he was saying as she let a slight smirk cross her lips. she didn't know if she even wanted to respond to that. if she gave him a calli response, that might be a little inappropriate and unprofessional and if she gave him a professional response, then that would just take the fun out of everything. she chuckled with a shrug, "i'll just go with whatever you believe." she said, deciding that was a safer answer. she watched as he shrugged his left shoulder as if he was testing it out. she smirked, the words "workout" threatening to leave his lips, but catching himself just in time. she listened without interrupting even though he had no reason to be afraid that she was going to lecture him about it. "i understand lieutenant, and i wasn't going to have a fit about it." she told him, still smirking a little. "i don't condone it, but i know where you're coming from. has any of your previous doctors mentioned any physical therapy for your arm?" she asked, glancing at his wound, studying it for a moment before looking back at him. TAGGED mel with dallas | WEARING click and click | NOTES lalalala

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