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Doctor White - Chapter Seven

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six,

Chapter Seven

“I think that’s everything,” Elizabeth said, her voice tinged with satisfaction as she surveyed the research room. The newly assembled space gleamed under the fluorescent lights, filled with pristine equipment and carefully organized supplies. The faint smell of new plastic and paper lingered, mingling with the excitement of progress. Her lips curled into a smile, proud of what they’d accomplished so far.

“Good, because I’m withering away here.” Tom’s exaggerated tone drew her attention, and she turned just in time to catch his dramatic tap against his wristwatch. “You can fuss over the microscope tomorrow. Right now, however, we have reservations at my favourite Italian restaurant, so let’s go.”

Elizabeth clasped her hands in front of her chest, feigning innocence as she faced him. “But what if we put the whiteboard by the window? And then moved the desk against this one to make an ‘L’ shape? It’d maximize—”

Her words were abruptly silenced by Tom’s finger pressing lightly against her lips. “Italian. Reservations. Ricotta. Gelato.” His tone brooked no argument as he removed his finger, an impish grin spreading across his face.

Elizabeth let out a mock groan of defeat, reaching for her purse draped over the back of an office chair. “Fine.”

Tom’s eyes scanned her up and down, his lips quirking in amusement. “Do you own any other clothes?”

She glanced down at her mustard-colored sweater, the same one she’d worn the week before. “Hey, I love this sweater!” Her tone was defiant as she smoothed a hand over the soft knit. “Besides, how was I supposed to know you were going to kidnap me for dinner?”

“Always assume I will kidnap you,” Tom quipped, waving her off dismissively. “Fancy places and good food are kind of my thing.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Good to know. Is that why you’re always dressed like you’re heading to a board meeting?”

“Well, I did have a meeting,” Tom replied, straightening his dark blue suit jacket as if to emphasize the point.

“Receiving medical equipment isn’t a meeting,” she countered, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

“You say potato, I say … well, potato too. But you get my point.”

Elizabeth chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine, lead the way.”

Tom grinned and offered her his arm, his elbow bent at an exaggerated angle. “Shall we?”

With a smirk, Elizabeth looped her arm through his, and they strolled out of the research room together. The halls were quiet this late, their footsteps echoing softly as they made their way to the elevator. Inside, Tom reached for the main floor button, but before the doors could close, a hand shot through the gap.

“Doctor White. Doctor Koracick,” Owen greeted as he stepped inside, his eyes flicking to where Elizabeth’s arm was still tucked through Tom’s. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “A few of us are heading for a drink. Would you two care to join?”

Elizabeth didn’t miss the strain in Owen’s voice as he addressed Tom. It was no secret that Owen was not a fan of his. Anytime Tom’s name came up, Owen either changed the subject or found an excuse to leave the room.

“We have dinner plans,” Tom replied smoothly, his tone polite but firm.

“Sorry, Owen,” Elizabeth added, her voice more chipper, as she offered him an apologetic smile. “Maybe next time. Technically, I still owe you that drink.”

The elevator doors opened, and Tom and Elizabeth stepped out, only to find Amelia waiting on the other side.

“Goodnight, Doctor Shepherd,” Elizabeth greeted, her tone cheerful as she and Tom walked past.

“They do look cute together,” Amelia remarked, as Owen moved to stand beside her.

Owen’s silence spoke volumes.

Outside, the cool night air greeted them, carrying with it the faint scent of rain on the asphalt. Tom chuckled as they made their way to his car. “You know Ginger likes you, right?”

Elizabeth laughed, shaking her head. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just being friendly. Not everything is about sex, Tom.”

“Everything is about sex,” he countered with a playful grin. “You’re naïve to think otherwise. Which is why I’m telling you right now—I don’t give up easily in a fight.”

Elizabeth patted his arm, her laughter light but genuine. “Oh, I know. But there is no fight because, as I’ve told you a hundred times, I don’t date coworkers.”

Tom guided her to the passenger side of his car and opened the door with a flourish. “After you,” he said, helping her in with a gentlemanly air before shutting the door and walking around to the driver’s side.

Elizabeth ran her hands over the smooth leather seat as he climbed in. “Even your car is pretentious,” she teased, her tone laced with mock disdain.

“You love it,” Tom shot back, his grin widening. “Don’t lie.”

Turning in her seat, Elizabeth looked at Tom with a smile that softened her features. “I do. I really do.”

The ride to the restaurant passed in comfortable silence, the soft strains of jazz filtering through Tom’s car speakers. Outside, the city lights glimmered like stars reflected on asphalt rivers, the occasional honk of a horn breaking the peace. When they arrived, Tom handed off his keys to the valet with an easy confidence before extending his arm to escort Elizabeth inside.

“Doctor Koracick, this way,” the hostess greeted warmly as they entered, her eyes flicking briefly between the two of them with a knowing smile.

The table Tom had reserved was near a large window overlooking the water, where the moonlight rippled across the surface like liquid silver. He pulled out a chair for Elizabeth with a flourish, gesturing for her to sit. A bucket of ice held a bottle of champagne already waiting at the table, its surface beaded with condensation. Tom made quick work of popping the cork, the sound sharp yet celebratory in the quiet din of the restaurant.

Pouring them each a glass, he raised his own. “To you, Elizabeth, and that beautiful, sexy brain of yours.”

Elizabeth laughed softly, the warmth of the compliment clear in the slight blush that colored her cheeks. She raised her glass; the rim catching the light. “To you, Tom, for having faith in me. For being someone I can trust.”

As their glasses met with a soft clink, Elizabeth’s thoughts drifted briefly to their first lunch together. She remembered the subtle pressure of his hand on hers, the way his thumb had traced small, soothing circles. It was such a simple gesture, but one that had felt grounding—safe.

After taking a sip, Elizabeth set her glass down and gazed out the window, her fingers interlaced on the table. Her voice was steady, though her words carried a distant ache. “My attending once brought me along to a conference. I think she was trying to curry favor with my father—not that it mattered since he’d already cut me off. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I went down to the bar for a coffee. I didn’t even think about how I looked—just shorts, a camisole, and a hotel bathrobe. I assumed the bar would be empty at that hour.”

The arrival of the server interrupted her, and she turned just enough to catch Tom’s eyes.

“Give us a minute,” Tom said, his tone firm but polite. The server nodded and left them alone again.

Elizabeth exhaled shakily, her gaze returning to the rippling water outside. “There was a table of guys. Drunk, loud. I ignored them and ordered my coffee, but one of them came over. The bartender made him back off, and I decided to head back to my room. I didn’t make it.” Her voice trembled slightly. “Paul Stadler followed me. By the time security found me, he’d already shoved me against the wall and was trying to rip off my robe. The bartender... he must’ve noticed something was wrong and sent security. But later, Paul apologized, told me I’d asked for it. That if I pressed charges, no one would believe me. And I... I believed him.”

Tom reached across the table, clasping her hands gently in his. His voice was low, almost reverent. “Elizabeth.”

She gave a bitter smile, tears glistening in her eyes but refusing to fall. “There it is. My black mark. The thing I’ll always wonder about. Could I have done something differently? Was it my fault? That moment... it colors everything.”

Tom’s grip on her hands tightened ever so slightly, anchoring her. “You’re not alone in that shadow. I had a wife. A son. David. He was ten. One day, just like any other, he was at baseball and he, he got hit in the head with a baseball bat.” His voice cracked, but he pressed on. “He died. And I’ll always wonder... if I’d gotten to the hospital sooner, if I could’ve saved him.”

“Tom,” Elizabeth murmured, her heart aching at the vulnerability etched across his face.

“You’re not the only broken one,” he said quietly. “Maybe we can be broken together.”

Elizabeth slipped one hand free, raising her champagne glass. “To continuing on.”

Tom followed suit, clinking his glass against hers before taking a sip. He kept his other hand on hers, a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone.

As the server returned, Elizabeth waved him over. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Dinner passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the occasional gentle teasing. By the time they finished, the restaurant staff was politely urging them to leave, their table one of the last occupied. Outside, the night air was crisp, biting at Elizabeth’s cheeks as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Thanks for tonight, Tom,” she said, her breath visible in the cold.

Without a word, Tom shrugged off his jacket, taking her purse from her shoulder before draping the jacket around her. He adjusted the lapels, pulling them close to shield her from the chill, his fingers brushing her skin in the process. The gesture brought them impossibly close, their breaths mingling in the space between.

Elizabeth tilted her head up, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks as her gaze flitted between his eyes and his lips. “Tom...”

“Elizabeth,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. But the moment shattered as the deafening roar of an engine pierced the night.

Everything happened in a blur. One second, Elizabeth was standing with Tom; the next, she was on the ground beside him, ears ringing and heart pounding. A car had crashed into the valet station, Tom’s own vehicle now crumpled against a brick retaining wall.

Dazed, Elizabeth scrambled to her feet, her instincts kicking in as she rushed toward the wreckage. She yanked at the driver’s side door, but it barely budged. Tom appeared beside her, his face pale but focused, her purse still slung over his shoulder.

“On three,” he instructed, gripping the edge of the door.

Together, they heaved, the metal groaning as it gave way just enough for Elizabeth to lean inside. The valet driver was slumped against the airbag, unconscious.

“Pulse is thready,” Elizabeth reported, her voice sharp with urgency. She leaned further in, checking for other injuries. “Sir, can you hear me?”

Tom was already on the phone, relaying her assessment to emergency services. Within minutes, paramedics arrived, their flashing lights cutting through the dark. With their help, Tom assisted in loading the injured man into the ambulance, with Elizabeth using her hand to keep the man from bleeding out.

Chapter Eight

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Together, Whatever Comes — Tom Koracick x OC

Summary: Sophie has been experiencing a lot of brain fog lately, and it’s very much not like her. When Tom takes notice, he thinks he has the answer.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy

Tom knew his wife, Sophie, better than anyone else. He could tell when she was thriving in her element, when she was the brilliant pediatric surgeon who commanded a room with her precision, charm and kindness. But lately, something was off, and it didn’t sit well with him.

He noticed it first in small things, like the way she’d leave her coffee mug in random places, her patient charts abandoned halfway through her notes, and in moments when he’d catch her staring into space in the middle of a conversation. It was all so unlike her, and it was beginning to worry him.

“Soph,” he broached softly, finding her in the on call room, where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly flipping through a medical journal without really reading it.

She looked up, startled out of her thoughts. “Tom, hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”

He sat beside her, gently taking the journal from her hands and setting it aside. “Now hear me out,” he started. “You’ve been all over the place lately, and it’s not like you. Not going to lie, it’s kind of scaring me a little,” he added with a nervous chuckle, always trying to keep things light.

Sophie sighed, leaning into his side. “I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just can’t seem to focus. It’s like my brain is working on a different frequency.”

Tom gently rubbed her back, his brow furrowed with concern for her. “When’s the last time you took a break? I mean a real break, not just five minutes between surgeries.”

“I don’t even remember,” she admitted with a small, tired laugh. “But this feels different, Tom. I’m leaving things halfway done, zoning out. That’s not me.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, thinking on it a moment. Then, something occurred to him —a thought that gave him pause. “Sophie…when’s the last time you, uh, had your period?”

She blinked at him, the question catching her off guard. “What? I—” She frowned, mentally counting the days, and then her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Tom, I… I’m late.”

He grinned, the worry in his eyes shifting to something warmer, more hopeful. “You might be pregnant.”

Sophie’s hand flew to her mouth as she stared at him, her heart racing. “Pregnant? But… we weren’t even trying.”

“I know,” he said, taking her hands in his, his voice losing its usual snarky tone in favor of gentle reassurance. “But we weren’t exactly not trying, either,” he quipped, with a playful wink.

Her mind raced as she processed the possibility. They had talked about starting a family, but it had always been more of a “someday” conversation. And yet, now that the possibility was real, she realized how much she wanted it, how much she wanted this next step with him.

“What if I am,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. It was part nerves, part excitement, though at the moment neither one was quite winning out over the other.

“Then I have to get to baby proofing the house," Tom joked.

“They’re not going to come out crawling,” she ribbed back at him. “I hardly think that’s our highest priority.”

“With my brains and your determination, they just might.”

At that, the two of them shared a laugh, finally able to feel like themselves again for a moment, and not just scared prospective parents.

"I love you, Tom," Sophie said with such tenderness that it felt like the first time she’d said it to him all over again.

“I love you too,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the side of her head. “Tonight, let’s go home, take a test, and find out for sure. Whatever the result, we’ve got this.”

Sophie nodded, a smile finally breaking through as the joy settled in. As they left the hospital hand in hand that night, Sophie felt the weight of the past few weeks lift off her shoulders. They were stepping into this new chapter of their lives together. And she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

For @sicktember

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @immyowndefender

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Together, Whatever Comes (Tom Koracick x OC)

Tumblr • AO3 Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy Prompt: Day 17, Brain Fog/Spaced Out Tags: Brain Fog, Pregnancy, Fluff, Innuendo Summary: Sophie has been experiencing a lot of brain fog lately, and it’s very much not like her. When Tom takes notice, he thinks he has the answer.

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besties who are your mw!!

hey babe! for characters i would love to see; callie torres, alex karev, charlotte king, james peterson, cristina yang, owen hunt, andrew deluca, carina deluca, tom koracick, richard webber, miranda bailey, violet turner, cooper freedman, ryan kerrigan and sheldon wallace. for face claims I would love to see; matt czuchry, emily vancamp, milo ventimiglia, america ferrera, yunjin kim, arden cho, chase crawford, adam brody, jessica lowndes, grant gustin, bethany joy lenz, henry cavill, john stamos, kerry washington and morgan freeman. as you can see, i tried to give you some fcs to match the characters, but honestly, feel free to bring oc's as well !! members, if you have suggestions, leave them below !!

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Starter Call Masterlist

under the cut are links to starter calls for all muses. starter calls are always open but are for mutuals only. they are also on their own blog, which you don’t have to follow! it just keeps my dash and blog a little less cluttered this way!

9-1-1

ashlynn schulz | hen & karen foster daughter

athena grant

bobby nash

charlotte buckley-diaz | evan & eddie daughter

eddie diaz

evan buckley

harper nash | bobby & marcy daughter

henrietta wilson

howard han

isabelle han | chimney & maddie daughter

jonah nash | bobby’s nephew

kevin han | chimney & maddie son

maddie buckley

may grant

michael grant

9-1-1: lone star

carlos reyes

gabby ryder | grace & judd daughter

grace ryder

judd ryder

owen strand

tk strand

victoria strand | owen & oc daughter

criminal minds

aaron hotchner

alexandra hotchner | aaron & haley daughter

annabelle lamontagne | will & jj daughter

aria hotchner-reid | aaron & spencer daughter

brynnlee reid-morgan | derek & spencer daughter

derek morgan

emily prentiss

rylee rossi | david & erin daughter

will lamontagne jr.

er

carol hathaway

doug ross

john carter

kate ross | doug & carol daughter

mark greene

rachel greene | mark & jen daughter

tess ross | doug & carol daughter

glee

alayna schuester | will & terri daughter

blaine anderson

jeff sterling

kurt hummel

will schuester

grey’s anatomy

abigail hunt | owen & teddy daughter

alex karev

atticus lincoln

ben warren

callie torres

chloe montgomery-shepherd | derek & addison daughter

courtney altman-koracick | tom & teddy daughter

henry burton

isaac riggs | nathan & megan son

jackson avery

leo hunt | owen’s son

lexie grey

mark sloan

meredith grey

miranda bailey

nathan riggs

owen hunt

paisley burke | preston & oc daughter

preston burke

sofia sloan-torres 

stephanie edwards

teddy altman

tom koracick

tuck bailey-jones

zola grey-shepherd

ncis

hannah gibbs | jethro & jenny daughter

jethro gibbs

tony dinozzo jr.

one chicago

bryan jones 

christopher coleman

olivia anderson

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Doctor White - Chapter Four

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Chapter Four

“This will be our office. I had Bailey free something up for you,” Tom said, opening the door to research room three. “I have to fly out in a few hours, and I expect your written proposal in my inbox by the time I land, so I can review it. Once we’re approved, you can start filling this place with whatever you need.” He handed a set of keys to Elizabeth, placing them firmly in her palm.

“Dr. Koracick, thank you for doing this,” Elizabeth replied, her voice sincere. She stepped into the room, setting her laptop down on a bare desk. She looked around, picturing the space bustling with equipment, workstations, and even cages for mice with brain tumors. It felt like potential was hovering in the air.

“Of course,” he replied simply, as if arranging all this was no big deal. Tom patted the outside of his jacket before slipping a hand inside to pull out his phone. After quickly entering his passcode, he handed the device to Elizabeth.

She took it, inputting her contact information, and handed it back. A second later, her pocket vibrated, signaling that he’d already messaged her.

“Tom?” The familiar voice of Amelia drifted in as she entered the room. “I thought you’d already left.”

Tom slid his hands into the pockets of his dark grey pants and smirked. “Miss me already, did you?”

“Actually, I could use that brain of yours for a project,” Amelia replied, casting a curious glance around the empty room. “Unless… are you?”

“I can share, but if my idea gets funding, he’s all mine,” Elizabeth interjected, a small smirk on her face.

“Sweetheart, you’d never have to share me,” Tom replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Just go, before you miss your plane and I’m stuck with you for another day.”

“Wait, are you two…?” Amelia asked, looking between them with raised eyebrows.

“Ick, no. She has cooties,” Tom replied, scrunching his nose and sticking out his tongue.

Elizabeth scoffed, reaching into her coat pocket to pull out a pen, which she lightly tossed at his chest. “Rude.”

He caught it effortlessly, laughing as he pocketed the pen. “Well, it’s mine now. You’re a terrible pen parent and don’t deserve to keep him,” he quipped, gesturing for Amelia to lead the way.

Elizabeth let out a chuckle as she sat down, opening her laptop. Pulling a nearby chair closer with the toe of her shoe, she got to work on her proposal.

“Oww!” Elizabeth groaned as she lifted her head from the desk, realizing she’d fallen asleep. Her laptop’s screen was dark, the battery long dead. She rubbed her neck, feeling the tension there. Her phone, lying on the desk, flashed green with a series of missed messages from an unknown number.

I’ve landed, and there’s nothing in my inbox. - T

Did you run into a problem? Call me, and we can work through it. - T

Did you fall asleep? - T

You fell asleep, didn’t you? Well, after you’ve woken, had coffee, and something to eat, give me a call. - T

The last message had arrived just five minutes ago. Without thinking, she tapped his number and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Fell asleep?” Tom’s voice asked, slightly amused.

“Yeah, sorry. I was reviewing the proposal when I must’ve dozed off. Now my computer’s dead, and I’m afraid I might fall asleep on the drive home.”

“If you’re that tired, don’t drive. Find an on-call room—they’re pretty comfortable at Grey Sloan.”

The tone in his voice made her raise an eyebrow. “Ew. Also, I’m off tomorrow… or today, I guess. I’d rather sleep in my own bed. I’ll send the proposal as soon as I get home and plug my computer in.”

“Well, until then, I’m staying on the line, so no hanging up.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Says the woman who just drooled on the desk I got her.”

“I didn’t drool.” She huffed, closing her laptop and gathering it under her arm.

“Sure, sure. But if you did, I bet it was cute.”

Elizabeth flipped off the light and shut the door. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“It’s one of my best qualities—right after this thing I can do with my tongue.”

“Koracick!” Elizabeth nearly shouted, causing a few passing nurses to glance her way.

“What, did you just turn my tongue trick into something dirty?”

“You know I really don’t like you,” she said as she stepped into the elevator.

“You love me; don’t deny it. So tell me, why didn’t you accept my offer for residency?”

Elizabeth sighed, leaning back against the wall. “I’m busted, aren’t I?”

“I knew exactly who you were when we met. So tell me, why didn’t you accept the match at Hopkins or the generous offer I got the board to make when you became a resident?”

“Honestly?” She hesitated as the elevator filled with Doctors Owen Hunt and Richard Webber. She shifted over to make room, lowering her voice. “I thought you were an asshole. I mean, it’s still up for debate,” she added with a chuckle. Owen and Richard turned slightly, glancing curiously at her.

“But learning from the best didn’t mean much if I couldn’t stand the teacher. So I watched your lectures, practiced your methods, and, might I add, I was brilliant at it.”

“Did you know you’re both infuriating and amazing?”

“I’ve heard that before—usually in bed, though.” The words slipped out, and she winced as Owen stifled a laugh, while Richard, a few paces ahead, shook his head slightly.

“I can’t believe I just said that.”

“I thought it was a brilliant response.”

“Yeah, well, the people in this elevator don’t agree.”

Tom’s laughter rang through the phone, just as the elevator doors dinged open on the main level. Owen motioned for Elizabeth to go ahead, and she gave him a nod before stepping out into the lobby.

“You know what, good night, Dr. Koracick,” she said with a smile. “I promise not to fall asleep behind the wheel. Goodnight.” She ended the call, still smiling.

Owen caught up to her. “It was pretty funny,” he admitted.

“Owen Hunt,” he said, holding out his hand. “We haven’t been formally introduced—I’ve only barked orders at you in passing. Sorry about that, by the way.”

“It’s fine; comes with the job,” she replied, shaking his hand. “Elizabeth White.”

They continued walking together. “So, Elizabeth, any relation to Dr. White in Cardio?”

“Unfortunately, yes. He’s my father.”

“Yikes,” Owen said, grimacing.

“Yep, that’s the usual reaction,” she said, shrugging. “He’s amazing at what he does, but… nothing’s ever good enough for him.”

Owen noticed her exhaustion. “You know, I did follow you out here because you left in your scrubs and coat. Figured you might actually fall asleep at the wheel.”

Elizabeth gasped, looking down at herself. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. Maybe I should have found an on-call room.”

“How about you crash on my couch?”

She sighed, too tired to argue. “I was supposed to have tomorrow off, but I’m probably just going to end up back here, so alright, lead the way.”

When they reached his truck, Owen helped her in, steadying her as she half-climbed, half-stumbled into the seat. The drive was quiet, and Elizabeth dozed until they arrived, jolted awake by the truck’s abrupt stop.

“We’re here,” Owen said, catching her as she nearly slid out of the truck. “Didn’t realize you are that short.”

“Hey, I’m not that short; your truck is just absurdly tall,” she laughed.

Inside, Owen handed her an oversized, well-worn T-shirt and pointed down the hall. “The bathroom’s just there, and there should be some spare toiletries in the drawer.”

“Thanks, Doctor Hunt.”

“Owen, please.”

“Thanks, Owen.” She changed quickly, scrubbing her face clean and brushing her teeth. When she returned, she found he’d set up the couch with a sheet, pillows, and a couple of blankets.

“Thanks again for this,” she said, settling onto the makeshift bed.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, grinning. “I’d offer you the bed, but I don’t think I’m ready to witness these ‘skills’ of yours firsthand.”

Elizabeth laughed, tossing a throw pillow at him as he darted down the hallway. “Rude, Owen Hunt. Just rude.”

Chapter Five

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Doctor White - Chapter Nine

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight,

Chapter Nine:

Elizabeth leaned over the sink, brushing her teeth with quick, rhythmic strokes as Tom buttoned up a fresh shirt behind her. She glanced at him in the mirror, catching his gaze lingering on her. Pulling the toothbrush from her mouth, she attempted to speak through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Don’t wait for me,” she mumbled.

Tom tilted his head, pretending not to hear her. “What was that? You want to make out with me?” He grinned mischievously.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, leaning down to spit the foam into the sink. When she straightened, she met Tom’s reflection again, her eyes serious. “Don’t wait for me. You are amazing, and a part of me wants you to kiss me, to throw me down on that bed and for neither of us to ever get back out...” She hesitated, her voice faltering.

“But?” Tom prompted gently, his playful tone gone.

Taking a handful of water, she rinsed her mouth, setting her toothbrush down with an audible clink. Elizabeth avoided his gaze, staring at her own reflection instead. Her expression was tight, conflicted. “But that scares the hell out of me,” she admitted. “I was the product of impulse. Pregnancy, shotgun wedding, and divorce—all in the span of a year. I haven’t seen my mom since. My best friend dropped out of med school when she met her husband. And my dad? He had a date and venue picked for my wedding to a man I hadn’t even met yet.” Her voice grew quieter. “You could be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but if this didn’t work, it would just be another loss. And I don’t want to lose you. So, I’m saying...don’t wait. Don’t have a loss because of me.”

“Elizabeth?”

The voice snapped her back to reality. Arizona’s face swam into view, her hand waving insistently in front of Elizabeth’s face.

“Why would he sleep with April?” Elizabeth blurted out, her words tumbling over each other.

“The heart!” Maggie announced gleefully from where she was tapping away on a virtual dissection table.

“Well, Jackson and her were married,” Arizona replied, squinting as though trying to connect dots. Then her eyes widened. “Wait. You like Jackson?”

Elizabeth groaned, letting her arms flop onto the couch before sliding herself down until her bum touched the floor. “No,” she ground out. “Tom. April slept with Tom.”

“Wait...you like Doctor Koracick?” Maggie exclaimed loudly, spinning away from her spot at the dissection table to look at Elizabeth. Her towering frame loomed over Elizabeth’s crumpled position. “Why are you so small?” Maggie placed a hand above Elizabeth’s head, then exaggeratedly raised it high over her own.

“I think I love Tom,” Elizabeth muttered, burying her face in her hands.

“No, you’re just high because I gave you weed cookies. I gave everyone weed cookies,” Arizona giggled, spinning herself in an office chair.

“Where is the liver?” Maggie asked, frowning as she crouched by the dissection table again.

Elizabeth tipped her head back against the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I told him not to wait for me. I shouldn’t have told him that.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Because now...he slept with April.”

Arizona swiveled toward Elizabeth, looking intrigued. “So you like Koracick, but he likes April... Wait, does April then like you?”

Elizabeth groaned louder, dragging her hands down her face. “No. I like Tom, and Tom wants to marry me. Oh no, Tom!” She bolted upright so quickly that Arizona yelped. “Tom is here, and I’m like this. I can’t be like this. I need to text him. Tell him not to come. Tell him I’m not high.”

“I LOST THE LIVER!” Maggie shrieked, now crawling on all fours beneath the table.

Elizabeth clasped her cheeks with both hands, rocking slightly. “I dream about kissing him, like, all the time.” She let out a delirious giggle.

“Kissing who?” came a deep, familiar voice from the doorway.

Elizabeth froze. Her eyes darted toward the source, only to find Tom standing there, arms crossed, his brow arched in bemusement.

With a panicked squeak, she rushed over to him, clamping a hand over his mouth. “Shhh,” she whispered urgently. “You can’t tell him.”

Tom’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he mumbled something against her hand. Slowly, he reached up and gently pulled her hand away. “Tell who?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Elizabeth’s brain scrambled for an answer. “Tommy. He’s here somewhere. And I can’t be around him. He’ll find out. I can’t keep secrets when I’m high.”

Tom studied her, his smile softening. “You’re high? At work?”

“I gave everyone cookies!” Arizona announced proudly, twirling again.

“I CAN’T FIND THE LIVER!” Maggie wailed from under the table.

Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before glancing back at Elizabeth. “Alright, come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe, somewhere Tommy can’t find you.” Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he led her out of the chaotic room.

In the attending lounge, Tom guided Elizabeth to the couch and helped her sit. He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. “Drink this.”

Elizabeth took it obediently, sipping slowly before letting out a long sigh. “I like him, you know. That’s why he can’t see me like this. Because now I know. I know about April, and now...what if he likes her more than me?”

Tom crouched beside her, his expression kind. “I don’t think that would happen.”

“But what if it does?” She set the glass down and buried her face in her hands again. “What if, because she slept with him and I didn’t, he likes her better? I haven’t even kissed him, and I want to so badly.”

Tom’s voice was soft. “So, what’s stopping you?”

Elizabeth peeked at him through her fingers. “He’s been with everyone. I don’t want to ruin everything, but I want the house, the fence, the kid.”

Tom leaned back slightly, tilting his head. “You want kids?”

She nodded, her voice wistful. “Just one. So we can spoil her. Take her with us to conventions and let her play in the skills lab while we’re working. I’ll bake terrible muffins for PTA meetings. She’ll probably think neurosurgery is boring and end up loving babies. Pediatrics, maybe.”

Tom smiled. “You’ve really thought this through.”

Elizabeth’s expression grew somber. “Tom’s already had a kid. He lost him. He’s lived that life already. Why would he want to do it all again?”

Tom’s voice was quiet but firm. “Maybe you’re someone worth doing it all again with.”

She blinked at him, her lips parting slightly, but no words came. Finally, she flopped back onto the couch, her voice muffled. “This is why I can’t see him right now. I spill everything, and then he’ll run away. I’ll lose my favorite person.”

Tom chuckled softly, standing to retrieve a blanket. Draping it over her, he said, “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft snore escaping her lips. Tom shook his head with a fond smile and settled in nearby, keeping watch over her peaceful form.

When Elizabeth woke up, it took her a moment to orient herself. The couch beneath her was unfamiliar, the room dimly lit by the early morning sun streaming through the blinds. Blinking away the grogginess, she sat up, the blanket sliding off her shoulders. Across the room, Jackson Avery was sitting at the table, coffee mug in one hand, tablet in the other.

“Well, hello, sleepyhead,” he greeted with a smirk, not looking up from the screen.

Elizabeth squinted at him, her voice groggy. “What? Why am I in the attendings’ lounge?” Her eyes landed on the glass of water on the coffee table in front of her. Reaching for it, she drained it in a few quick gulps, her throat parched.

“I’m guessing you wandered in here after...consuming the cookies,” Jackson said, setting his tablet down. His lips twitched, fighting a grin. “I didn’t have the heart to wake you, considering I’m still coming down from my own high.”

Elizabeth froze, mid-sip, her eyes wide as the words sank in. “Oh god!” she sputtered, nearly choking. “I was high? At work?” Her mind spun, flashes of the night before coming back in disjointed pieces. “I remember Arizona grabbing me in the hall...and Maggie—oh no, Maggie lost a liver!”

Jackson chuckled as he stood and walked to the counter, grabbing a fresh mug. He poured her a cup of coffee before crossing the room to hand it to her. “That statement is deeply concerning,” he said dryly. “For the record, both Arizona and Maggie are fine. I’m pretty sure they’ve gone home by now.”

Elizabeth cradled the mug in her hands, the warmth grounding her. “I think someone brought me in here,” she murmured, staring into the dark liquid. “I don’t really remember much after...trying to hide from Koracick.”

Jackson raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the table. “Hiding from Koracick? Care to elaborate?”

Elizabeth groaned, slumping back into the couch. “Because I was terrified I’d do something ridiculous! Like profess my undying love for the man while high on weed cookies!” She covered her face with one hand. “It would’ve been a disaster, Jackson. I was high. At work. On weed cookies!” Her voice pitched higher with each word until she practically squeaked. “Oh god, what if I get fired? Am I going to get fired?”

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down across from her. “Relax. You still have a job.” He took a sip from his mug, a bemused smile tugging at his lips.

Elizabeth exhaled a breath of relief, but Jackson’s expression shifted, a flicker of something heavy passing over his face. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Although...after tomorrow, you might not want to work here. The Avery name is about to take a nosedive, and it’s going to drag every hospital under it along for the ride.”

Elizabeth frowned, her worry temporarily derailed. “Wait, what? What do you mean the Avery name is getting dragged through the mud?”

Jackson let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Apparently my grandfather had a habit of...” He hesitated, then muttered, “Sexual harassment.”

Elizabeth winced, setting her mug down. “Oh. That’s...not good.”

“No,” Jackson agreed, his tone bitter. “It’s definitely not.”

The room fell into an awkward silence for a moment before Elizabeth’s earlier panic resurfaced.

Jackson smirked, leaning forward on his elbows. “So, let’s hear more about your undying love for Koracick.”

Elizabeth groaned, burying her face in her hands again. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

Chapter Ten

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Doctor White - Chapter Eight

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven,

Chapter Eight

Elizabeth was on top of the gurney, her hands pressed firmly over the open wound, trying to stem the relentless flow of blood as they arrived at the hospital. Tom’s jacket still clung to her shoulders, its bottom edges soaked through with blood, a dark stain creeping upwards. The paramedics had intubated the driver when he coded en route, and Tom had taken over bagging, his face tense with concentration.

As the ambulance doors swung open, a chaotic symphony of voices and movement erupted. Tom launched into a rapid-fire report of the patient’s stats while the team worked to carefully maneuver the gurney out.

“Koracick? White?” came Dr. Bailey’s sharp, concerned voice, cutting through the din. “What on earth is going on?”

“He crashed into Tom’s car right in front of us,” Elizabeth explained, steadying herself as the gurney hit the ground and began rolling toward the emergency room entrance.

“I think he had a seizure,” Tom added as he kept pace with the gurney. His tone was clipped but urgent. “I want a portable CT in the OR stat. Elizabeth is currently keeping half his chest cavity in place. The steering wheel essentially turned his ribcage into a saw blade. It’s a mess. You focus on repairing that while I check for a brain bleed.”

The group surged through the emergency room, bypassing triage completely, and headed straight for the operating theater. Once inside, Elizabeth stayed perched atop the patient, her hands still pressing against his chest as the surgical team moved into position. Miranda and Tom scrubbed in with lightning efficiency while Elizabeth remained a silent pillar of calm amidst the chaos, holding her ground until the surgeons were gowned and gloved.

Only then did she step away, her hands bloodied but steady, and slip out of the room.

Standing in the hallway, Elizabeth looked down at herself, her jeans stiff with dried blood and her hands painted a macabre red. She moved into the scrub room, shrugging off Tom’s jacket with a pang of guilt as she realized it was unsalvageable. The fabric was soaked through, ruined beyond repair. With a sad smile, she tossed it into the medical waste bin before turning to the sink.

As she washed her hands, the soap turned pink beneath her fingers, the water swirling crimson as it slid down the drain. Through the glass window, she watched the surgical team fight to save the man’s life. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a heavy fog, and she let out a shaky breath, focusing on the rhythmic motion of her hands as she scrubbed away the last traces of blood.

Once her hands were clean, she left the scrub room and made her way to the locker room. She pulled out a spare set of clothes—a pair of faded, high-waisted jeans and a black button-down blouse—and stepped into the shower. The hot water stung as it hit her skin, washing away the blood that had soaked through her clothes.

Emerging from the shower, she dried off, wrapping her hair in a towel before slipping into her fresh clothes. As she sorted through her soiled garments, she noticed her favorite sweater had miraculously escaped unscathed. She folded it carefully and placed it in the duffle bag hanging from a hook on the far wall.

Exhaustion began to settle over her like a heavy blanket. Not wanting to leave without news, she decided to sit in the observation gallery overlooking the OR. She watched the surgeons work with quiet intensity, her head propped in her hands, but before long, fatigue won out, and her eyes drifted shut.

“Eliza. It’s time to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she felt disoriented. The harsh glare of fluorescent lights and the murmur of hospital activity reminded her where she was. She looked up to see Tom standing over her, his expression a mix of relief and weariness.

“How is he? Did he make it?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, he made it,” Tom said softly.

Elizabeth smiled, her shoulders sagging in relief. “Good. Now I’d like to continue sleeping.”

Tom chuckled. “Then let’s get you to bed.” His tone was gentle but firm. “We’re taking your car, and we’re heading to my hotel.”

“Okay,” she agreed, suppressing a yawn. As they walked, she added, “Sorry about your jacket. I’ll replace it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tom said, waving off her apology. He tapped her purse lightly where it hung against his side. “Come on, let’s get you some rest.”

In the parking lot, Elizabeth pointed to a sleek green Porsche parked a few stalls away.

“Have you been grifting me? I thought Daddy cut you off.”

“Oh, he did. I got the car pre-brain tumor and very cleverly had it titled in just my name.”

Elizabeth paused, fishing her keys out of her purse. As she handed them to him, she hesitated. “It’s a manual.”

Tom grinned. “Good. I’d lose all respect for you if it wasn’t.” He took the keys and smirked. “Here’s where I’d make some joke about you and a stick shift, but I’m too tired.”

“I know, Tom. I know.”

The drive was quiet, mostly because Elizabeth fell asleep, her head resting against the window. She stirred awake as the car came to a stop, finding Tom crouched beside her, his hand warm on her cheek.

“Come on, sweetheart, we’re almost there,” he said softly. “I need you to walk just a little bit more, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered, letting him help her out of the car.

Inside the hotel room, Elizabeth’s eyes immediately landed on the bed. She let out a soft, involuntary moan of longing, and Tom laughed.

“That’s a noise I’d love to hear again,” he teased, “but right now, I’m too tired.”

He flopped onto the bed, his shoes still on, and watched as Elizabeth moved around the room.

“Second drawer,” he said when she started rummaging through the dresser.

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder, her brow raised, but he simply nodded. Opening the second drawer, she pulled out a crisp button-down shirt. She quickly undressed, her movements slow and deliberate, feeling Tom’s gaze on her the entire time. When she turned back, she saw him propped on one elbow, his eyes locked on hers.

“I’m going to marry you one day,” he said suddenly.

“Tom, you haven’t even kissed me.”

“When I do, you’ll see stars. And one day after that, I’ll get down on one knee. There’ll probably be roses and a harpist, and I’ll ask you to marry me. You’ll cry. Your hand will shake. But you’ll say yes.”

“Will I?”

“Yup.”

Elizabeth smirked at Tom’s bold declaration, her hands stilling as she buttoned up the oversized shirt. “You sound pretty sure of yourself, Koracick. What if I don’t like roses?”

Tom sat up slowly, his elbows resting on his knees, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then I’ll bring you orchids. Or tulips. Whatever flower makes you think of me when you see it.” He tilted his head, his voice dropping to a softer, more genuine tone. “But don’t pretend you’re not picturing it. Us. Together. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Elizabeth felt heat rise to her cheeks, but she covered it with a roll of her eyes, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you still tolerate me,” Tom quipped, catching the pillow and tucking it behind his head as he leaned back against the headboard. “Admit it, Eliza. You’re intrigued.”

She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as she climbed into bed beside him. The fatigue in her bones left no room for protest, and her body sank into the mattress like it was pulling her into a different plane of existence.

“Now I’ll stay clothed on top of the covers like the good, respectable man I am, and you—” Tom gestured toward the light switch with a sly smile. “You get the light, so I can watch you walk around in my shirt some more.”

Elizabeth let out a laugh, the sound light and genuine as it rippled through the room. Rising from the bed, she crossed toward the light switch with an exaggerated sway in her step, her bare feet padding softly against the carpet.

Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she paused just before turning off the light. Glancing back, she caught Tom’s gaze, his expression both amused and oddly tender as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her.

“You’re shameless, Koracick,” she said, shaking her head.

“Guilty as charged,” he replied, his smile widening. “But admit it—you like the attention.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she flipped the switch, plunging the room into darkness. The quiet that followed was filled with unspoken tension, the kind that hummed in the air like the last echo of a heartbeat.

Sliding back into bed, Elizabeth stretched out on her side, the cool cotton of Tom’s shirt brushing against her skin. She faced away from him, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been clawing at her since the moment they arrived at the hospital.

From behind her, Tom’s voice broke the silence, low and soft. “Goodnight, Eliza.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as a small, barely audible response slipped from her lips. “Goodnight, Tom.”

And as sleep claimed her, she realized she felt safer than she had in a long time.

Chapter Nine

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Doctor White - Chapter Eleven

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten,

Chapter Eleven:

Elizabeth rolled over, blinking sleepily, only to catch Owen watching her. His gaze was warm, amused, and entirely too focused. She groaned, pulling the covers up over her head like a shield. “Ugh, please tell me you’re not watching me sleep.” Her voice was muffled beneath the blankets.

Owen laughed, the sound low and easy in the quiet morning. “I wasn’t watching you. I just happened to notice you do this cute little thing where your nose twitches and—”

“Stop talking.” Elizabeth’s groan deepened, and she burrowed further under the covers.

“—and,” Owen continued, undeterred, “you snore. Just a little.”

Elizabeth emerged slowly, her face appearing over the edge of the blankets like a reluctant groundhog. She squinted at him, her expression a mix of mock offense and genuine embarrassment. “I don’t like you anymore,” she deadpanned.

Owen grinned, opening his mouth to reply, but their phones buzzed in unison, shattering the cozy atmosphere. He grabbed his off the nightstand while Elizabeth reached for hers.

“Incoming traumas,” Owen read aloud, his tone resigned.

Elizabeth glanced at the screen, noting the time: 3:35 a.m. She groaned again, this time out of genuine frustration. “Guess we’re going in early.” Tossing her phone aside, she swung her legs out of bed, already moving towards the bathroom. She paused in the doorway, looking back over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m going to shower first. You’re welcome to join me.”

Owen didn’t hesitate, tossing the covers aside as he followed her. “I wouldn’t dream of saying no.”

By the time Owen pulled his truck into the hospital parking lot, both he and Elizabeth had been fortified by hastily purchased coffee—Elizabeth’s insistence, despite his initial grumbling. The emergency lot stretched before them in the pre-dawn stillness, the air sharp and cool, the kind that promised chaos was just around the corner.

Elizabeth sipped her coffee as they walked, her other hand tucked into her coat pocket. “See? Told you we’d need this,” she teased, nudging him lightly.

“You were right,” Owen conceded, though his tone was begrudging.

Inside the emergency room, the contrast was stark. The usual bustling activity had been replaced by a tense, expectant silence. A cluster of doctors—Webber, Bailey, Avery, and Koracick—stood huddled in conversation, their yellow gowns bright under the fluorescent lights.

“Perfect. Hunt, White,” Miranda snapped the moment she spotted them. Her voice cut through the quiet like a whip. “Ambulances are less than a minute out. Stop drinking your damn coffee and get gowned and gloved!”

Owen quickly handed his and Elizabeth’s coffee to a passing intern along with her purse and coat. “Resident’s lounge for hers, attending lounge for mine,” he instructed curtly before turning back to Elizabeth. “Come on, let’s suit up.”

At the gowning station, Elizabeth tied her yellow gown into place with practiced efficiency. She glanced over at Owen, who was busy slipping on his gloves. Then her gaze shifted, drawn instinctively to Tom, who stood across the room in conversation with Richard.

For a moment, Tom’s eyes met hers. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered there—something that made Elizabeth’s stomach tighten unexpectedly. Just as quickly as their gazes connected, he looked away, focusing back on the conversation.

She swallowed hard, the feeling of disappointment catching her off guard. What are you doing? she thought, chastising herself. He wanted this, didn’t he? He pushed for you to go out with Owen. But knowing it didn’t make it easier to push away the nagging sense that something between them had shifted, or perhaps had been lost.

“Come on, people,” Richard’s voice boomed, pulling her back to the present as the sound of sirens grew louder outside.

The operating room was a blur of activity, the air thick with the hum of monitors and the urgency of saving a life. Elizabeth worked alongside Richard and Jackson, her focus sharp, her movements precise.

“So,” Jackson began conversationally from his position by the patient’s leg, “you came in with Hunt this morning.” There was a teasing note in his voice.

Elizabeth glanced at him, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “Yeah, he might’ve been trying to stay the night before we got interrupted.”

Richard cleared his throat pointedly, his gaze flicking to her in mild reproach. “More suction, please,” he directed.

Elizabeth quickly repositioned the suction rod, guiding it towards the pooling blood. “Sorry, Dr. Webber,” she murmured, her professionalism snapping back into place.

The door to the OR opened, and a nurse stepped in, her voice cutting through the focused silence. “Dr. Koracick is requesting Dr. White in OR three.”

“Go ahead,” Richard said, his tone steady. “We’re nearly finished here. Dr. Avery can assist if needed.”

Elizabeth handed off the suction to a scrub nurse before carefully stepping back and out of the sterile field. Her hands moved mechanically, shedding the gown and gloves with practiced precision, but her mind was already racing. She scrubbed out quickly, adrenaline driving her movements as she left the room and hurried to the next.

The sight of Tom in the operating room greeted her, his shoulders taut with concentration as he worked on one of the incoming trauma patients.

“Go scrub in quick. I need an extra set of hands. I’ve got an AVM.”

Elizabeth didn’t need to be told twice. She rushed to the scrub room, her fingers trembling slightly as she washed up. When she re-entered, a nurse was waiting to gown and glove her. The smell of antiseptic stung her nose as she moved into position beside Tom.

“Tell me what you need,” she said, her voice steady, though she felt the weight of exhaustion pressing against her.

The seconds dragged into minutes, every heartbeat of the patient matched by the relentless ticking of the clock in her mind. And then, the inevitable. The heart monitor’s high-pitched whine cut through the room, a sound that still managed to sink its claws into her chest, no matter how many times she heard it.

Tom threw down his tools with a sharp clatter, his jaw clenched as he rasped, “Time of death, four forty-six.” His voice was rough, each word dragging like a blade. Without another glance, he moved past Elizabeth, disappearing into the scrub room.

Elizabeth lingered, staring at the patient—someone who had been alive less than an hour ago. A person with a story, now just a silent shell. She took a breath and followed Tom, wiping her hands clean and pulling off the mask. She didn’t expect to find him so undone, but the sight of him in the elevator—the way his shoulders slumped against the wall, his head bowed like the weight of the world rested there—made her heart twist.

“Tom?” she ventured softly, stepping into the elevator just as the doors began to close. She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under her touch, then turned to face her, his eyes bloodshot, his expression raw.

Before she could process what was happening, Tom leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both desperate and consuming. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and suppressed emotions, a dam breaking under the weight of their shared anguish. One hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair with an aching tenderness, as if she were something fragile yet vital. The other wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her closer, anchoring her to him in a way that felt both protective and possessive.

The kiss was fleeting yet electric, a jolt that surged through her veins, awakening something raw and primal within her. Time seemed to splinter, each heartbeat a resounding echo in the stillness. She could feel the heat of his breath mingling with hers, the unrelenting pressure of his lips against her own, a silent plea for connection amidst the chaos.

When he finally pulled away, her chest rose and fell as if she’d forgotten how to breathe. Her lips tingled, a phantom memory of his touch lingering, and her heart ached with the weight of emotions she wasn’t ready to name. In that suspended moment, everything felt both impossibly fragile and heartbreakingly real.

His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the small, charged space. “Promise me you’ll fight,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“What?” Elizabeth blinked, her thoughts still scattered from the kiss.

“Promise me, no matter what happens, you’ll fight,” Tom said again, his thumb tracing a line along her cheek. His eyes, so often sharp and filled with resolve, now brimmed with a vulnerability that struck her like a blow.

The elevator dinged, breaking the moment. Tom stepped away, retreating as quickly as he had leaned in, leaving Elizabeth stunned and alone as the doors slid shut behind him.

Her fingers drifted to her lips, replaying the moment, searching for meaning. But no answer came, only the lingering warmth of his touch and the ache in his words.

The next time the elevator opened, she was back on the operating floor. Owen stepped in, his familiar presence pulling her from the haze.

“Were you coming down?” he asked, looking concerned as he hit the button to close the doors.

Elizabeth shook her head, trying to muster a coherent response. “I… I must have dozed off,” she muttered.

Owen gave her a small smile, brushing it off as exhaustion. “Were you going to head home?”

“No,” she replied quickly. “I have a meeting with Amelia in two hours. I’ll find an on-call room and try to get some sleep.”

His arm slid around her, his lips pressing briefly against hers in a kiss meant to comfort. But Elizabeth barely registered it, her mind already spiraling back to the weight of Tom’s words, to his kiss.

By the time she found an on-call room, she was moving on autopilot. She leaned against the closed door, her head tipping back as she let out a shaky sigh.

“Elizabeth?”

The voice startled her, sending her heart leaping into her throat. She gasped, her hand flying to her chest as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. “Tom?”

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his figure silhouetted in the shadows. She crossed the room and sat down beside him, her movements cautious.

“Did I imagine that kiss in the elevator? You told me to fight… it felt real, but—” Her words faltered as she saw his expression, the unspoken weight in his eyes.

Tom reached out, his hand covering hers. It was the smallest gesture, but it carried the force of a thousand words. She knew in that instant what he wasn’t saying.

“You didn’t tell me the results of my scan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears. “It came back.”

Tom’s silence was confirmation enough. “It came back,” he repeated, the words heavier than she could bear.

Her hand trembled in his grip as the truth settled in. A sharp, panicked breath escaped her lips, and then another, each more ragged than the last. Her chest constricted painfully, the walls of the room closing in as her lungs fought for air.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” Elizabeth gasped, clutching at her throat as her vision blurred.

Then, suddenly, she felt him. Tom’s arms wrapped around her, his body anchoring hers as she fell apart. He held her tightly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against her back. His voice, low and steady, was a lifeline.

“Breathe with me,” he murmured. “In. Out. Again.”

Slowly, the darkness receded, her breaths evening out as his presence pulled her back from the edge. She turned her head, her cheek brushing against his shoulder.

“Tom,” she whimpered, her voice broken. “I don’t want to die.”

His grip on her tightened. “I won’t let you,” he whispered fiercely.

And for a moment, she believed him.

Chapter Twelve Coming....

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Doctor White - Chapter Ten

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,

Chapter Ten:

Elizabeth sat hunched over her microscope, glaring at the smear of liquified gel that refused to cooperate. She gritted her teeth as the frustration bubbled over, her patience finally snapping. With a sharp motion, she snatched a petri dish from the table and hurled it across the lab. The shattering glass rang out, and the stubborn gel compound slithered mockingly down the pristine white wall, leaving an oozing streak in its wake.

“Remind me not to make you angry,” came Owen Hunt’s teasing voice from the doorway.

Elizabeth barely turned her shoulders rigid. “The gel keeps liquifying. Everything works fine until it reaches internal temperatures, and then it all falls apart. Every test since getting the chemo solution has failed. I thought I had it figured out, and now…” Her voice trailed off, bitter with exhaustion.

“Maybe it’s time for a break,” Owen suggested as he stepped inside, hands stuffed into his scrub pockets. “You’ve been locked in here for days, and when you’re not in the lab, you’re tailing Amelia or covering her service. You need to get out of this hospital.”

Elizabeth turned her chair to face him, her tired eyes flashing defensively. “Don’t judge me, Mr. ‘I adopted a kid and moved in with my ex-wife.’ I think I’m doing just fine.”

Owen smiled faintly, unbothered. “Come with me to Jo and Alex’s wedding tomorrow.”

Elizabeth blinked at him, taken aback. “What?”

“Be my date.”

She opened her mouth to protest, her mind scrambling for an excuse—I don’t date coworkers, I don’t date at all,—but the words tangled on her tongue. Instead, she blurted, “What about Amelia?”

“She’s actually the one who told me to get off my ass and invite you,” Owen replied.

Before Elizabeth could process that, another voice interrupted.

“She’d love to,” said Tom Koracick, breezing in behind Owen with a coffee in hand and a smug smile plastered across his face.

Elizabeth leaned sideways in her chair, squinting around Owen. “Doctor Koracick?”

Tom strolled to stand next to Owen, his white coat pristine, confidence radiating off him like an aura. “He’ll pick you up tomorrow after your CT scan.”

“Um… okay then,” Elizabeth muttered, thoroughly outmaneuvered.

“It’s settled,” Owen said, flashing a satisfied grin. “I’ll meet you in the residents’ lounge at three-thirty.” With that, he turned and left, leaving Elizabeth staring at the empty doorway, her thoughts spinning.

“Earth to Elizabeth,” Tom teased, waving a hand in front of her face. When she looked up at him, her expression was a mix of irritation and confusion.

“Why would you do that?” she asked, voice sharp but not quite angry.

Tom’s smile softened, almost fond. “Do what? Get you out of this lab and into the world?” He shrugged with mock innocence. “The guy likes you. Cut him some slack. Go, have a drink, wear a dress. I hear there’s an open bar.”

Elizabeth sighed and stood, pushing her chair back. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Tom pressed a hand to his heart dramatically, pretending to swoon. “Oh, I know. I’m sending the woman I’m pathetically pining over on a date with another man. The hero’s burden.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

He followed her toward the door, still wearing that insufferable grin. “Ridiculously handsome, I think you meant. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

The next afternoon, Elizabeth sat rigid on the CT table, the machine whirring around her. Her mind kept drifting, bouncing between the wedding and the dull ache in her chest that she couldn’t quite name. “Come on, Tom,” she huffed as she sat up impatiently, grabbing the robe she’d brought. “I need to go. I’m already late. My scans are fine—stop stalling.”

Tom appeared from behind the console, a tight smile plastered on his face. “You’re clear to go.”

“Thank you,” she muttered, grabbing her things and rushing out.

As she disappeared, Tom sat back down and stared at the computer screen. A shadow loomed behind him, and Amelia entered.

“You paged?” she asked. The teasing smile on her face faded instantly when she saw the look in his eyes.

Tom handed her the folder beside him, his hand unsteady. Amelia opened it, her breath catching when she read the name. “Elizabeth White.” She turned to the scans, studying the image intently.

“Where is she?” Amelia asked urgently. “Does she know?”

“No,” Tom said softly, his voice cracking. “I let her go. She has a date to get to, and I couldn’t… I can’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, blinking rapidly to keep his emotions at bay. “I thought we had time.”

“Elizabeth, are you ready?” Owen’s voice broke through the low hum of the resident’s lounge as he stepped inside. A few stragglers were packing up for the day, and his gaze searched for her among them.

“Yeah, sorry! Just need to throw my shoes on,” Elizabeth called, rushing out of the bathroom. She came to an abrupt stop in front of him, slipping her final earring into place.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Owen greeted, his eyes sweeping over her. The baby pink lace dress she wore was modest—knee-length with cap sleeves and a high neckline—but the way it hugged her made him pause. “You look… amazing.”

Elizabeth flashed a smile, a bit of color rising in her cheeks. “Thanks. You clean up pretty good, too.”

“You ready?”

“Almost.” She turned to her cubby, pulled out a pair of flats, and slipped them onto her bare feet in one smooth motion. Grabbing her purse from the bench, she tucked it under her arm and straightened. “Now I’m ready.”

Owen extended an arm, and she looped hers through his without hesitation. Together, they strolled out, making easy small talk about the weather and the view as they headed to the venue. Owen’s gentlemanly streak revealed itself when he opened the door for her, linking his arm with hers once more as they approached the gathering crowd.

“Where is everyone?” Owen asked aloud, his brows knitting slightly as he scanned the group.

“Oh good, you found it!” Meredith jogged up, breathless but grinning. “Half the wedding party and the priest went to the wrong church. Please—have a drink, mingle.” She waved them off and darted away again, mid-crisis.

Elizabeth tilted her head toward the drinks table with a sly smile. “Well, I think we should listen to the lady.” She tugged Owen toward a waiter pouring champagne and handed him a glass before raising her own. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Owen clinked glasses, taking a slow sip while watching Elizabeth’s disappear in one smooth gulp. She set the empty glass down and claimed another without missing a beat.

Owen raised an eyebrow. “Uh… something on your mind?”

Elizabeth met his gaze as though nothing was out of the ordinary, taking a measured sip from her new glass. “It’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”

“Drink in public?” Owen teased, gesturing toward the abandoned glass.

“No!” Elizabeth gasped, swatting his arm with her purse, her laughter bright and unguarded. “Go on a date. This is a date, right?”

Owen chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Yeah, it’s a date.” After a beat, his tone turned more curious. “So, you and Koracick haven’t actually…?”

“No,” Elizabeth said quickly, the answer sharp and certain—maybe a little too certain. “Tom and I are just friends.” But as the words hung in the air, they felt off, like she’d spoken them to convince herself. Shaking it off, she turned the conversation. “So, where’s Leo tonight?”

“Amelia was supposed to bring him with Betty, but she got pulled into something at the hospital.” Owen’s eyes softened. “So you have my full attention tonight.”

Elizabeth’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes bright. “How lucky for me.” Then, more sincerely, “I mean, I hope the patient’s okay, but… I’m excited to have you all to myself.”

“I want another scan tomorrow morning.” Amelia said, her voice steady but tense as she stood in front of the glowing image of Elizabeth’s brain. “It could be a blip. It could be nothing.”

“It’s a tumor, Amelia.” Tom’s voice was heavier than usual, cracking under its own weight. “You know the recurrence rates in the first ten years. It’s back… and even if we remove it, the odds are stacked against her.”

He exhaled sharply and sank onto a chair, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. The chair groaned beneath him, the sound cutting through the thick silence. “I thought we had more time.”

“Tom…”

He ignored her, his voice growing quieter. “This could end her career before it even starts. I sent her on a date with another man because I thought we had time.” His hand drifted to his coat pocket, and when it reemerged, he placed a small black velvet box on the desk with a muted thud. “I wanted her to have no regrets. No doubts. I wanted…”

Amelia approached hesitantly, picking up the box. “Tom.” The whisper carried a sad weight. She opened the lid, her breath catching at the sight: a thin gold band crowned with a massive salt-and-pepper princess-cut diamond, framed in a halo of smaller, glittering stones.

“I bought it after we were chosen for the contest,” Tom said quietly, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. “It was sitting in some jewelry store window in Baltimore. I looked at it and I could just picture her wearing it… pinning it to her scrubs before surgery. Dropping it in the soap dish after forgetting it there for hours while she cooked dinner for our daughter.”

“Tom,” Amelia whispered again, wiping at the corner of her eye as a tear threatened to spill. She snapped the box shut and set it down gently. “We’ll save her.”

“Your apartment is nice,” Owen murmured against Elizabeth’s lips, his voice a husky tease as he paused for breath.

Elizabeth let her head fall back against the front door, a soft laugh escaping her. “You haven’t even seen the apartment.”

“Well, the door’s nice,” Owen shot back, grinning as he brushed his mouth against hers again. “Solid. Sturdy.”

“Maybe we should test it some more,” Elizabeth whispered, her smile mischievous.

Owen didn’t need more encouragement. He kissed her again, deeper this time, hands sliding down her sides before lifting her effortlessly. Elizabeth responded in kind, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her harder against the door. The kiss turned urgent, each movement unspoken proof that neither of them had wanted this night to end.

Chapter Eleven

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Doctor White - Chapter Six

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,

Chapter Six

“Present,” said Tom from where he stood at the side of Elizabeth’s bed, sharply dressed in a light blue dress shirt and white lab coat.

Elizabeth glanced over at the interns from her spot on the hospital bed. Hellmouth, as she was affectionately known, stepped forward. “Female, twenty-eight. Admitted after a fall caused by a hypoglycemic attack. The patient was kept overnight to monitor a head injury sustained during the fall.”

“And the CT?”

“The CT from this morning showed no abnormalities or bruising on the brain. The patient will be discharged with instructions to monitor for any unusual headaches or blurred vision, along with a dietary plan to help stabilize her blood sugar.”

“Which I won’t follow, because it’s utterly ridiculous,” Elizabeth muttered. “I just didn’t eat anything, only drank coffee, and then stood in an OR for hours.”

“Do you want me to discharge you?” Tom asked, a slight edge to his voice.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You’re not even my doctor.”

“Yes, I am. I made Dr. Shepherd sign over your charts.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Now, if you want to leave, what’s your next move?”

Elizabeth huffed. “Fine. I’ll read your stupid sheet.”

“Once you’re wearing clothes, meet me in OR three. We’ve got a meningioma to remove in an hour.” Without another word, Tom walked out of the room, a string of interns following in his wake.

Climbing out of the bed, Elizabeth spotted a set of blue scrubs folded neatly on the chair where Tom had been sleeping last night. Grateful to ditch the hospital gown, she grabbed them and hurried into the washroom to change. When she emerged, she found Amelia leaning casually against the door frame, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Are you sure you two aren’t sleeping together? And you saw Owen naked? You know he’s my ex-husband, right?”

“Doctor Shepherd, I swear it isn’t what you think.” Elizabeth quickly responded, feeling the heat rise in her chest. Her hands began to sweat at the thought that her boss was married to Owen.

Amelia pushed off the door frame, her laugh light and teasing. “About which one? Koracick or Hunt?”

“Both,” Elizabeth said, flustered. “I don’t know why Koracick is here, looming over me, and Owen only offered me a couch to sleep on when I was too tired to drive home. I swear nothing happened. He just happened to be there, in the morning, without a shirt on. I’m sorry if it looks like something else, I never meant…”

“Calm down. It’s fine,” Amelia interrupted with a grin. “Owen and I parted on good terms, and honestly, I think he’s interested. He’s pretty good, if you know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Although, Koracick does this thing…”

“Doctor Shepherd, please,” Elizabeth interrupted, her face burning.

“I’m just saying,” Amelia continued unabashedly, “Owen was irate when he found out what happened to you. And Tom? That man sat by your bed from the moment he got here until I woke him this morning. Do you have some kind of man-attracting superpower, and if so, how do I get it?”

Elizabeth grabbed the few personal belongings that had been set aside for her and headed for the door. “Nope, not doing this right now.”

“Aw, come on!” Amelia called, laughing, as Elizabeth rushed past her.

Making her way through the halls, Elizabeth headed back to the resident’s lounge to freshen up. After brushing her teeth and hair, and applying some deodorant, she knew it was time to make her way to the OR.

When she arrived, Tom was already sitting on the bench in dark blue scrubs, tying on his scrub cap and putting on shoe covers. As soon as he saw her, he jumped up and pulled a penlight from his pocket. Reaching out, he tucked one hand under her chin, gently tilting her head as he waved the light in her eyes to check her pupil response.

Elizabeth swatted the light away. “Would you stop?”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Tom asked, holding up three fingers in front of her face.

“Seriously?” Elizabeth smiled, rolling her eyes as she reached up with one hand to grasp Tom’s, gently lowering it. “I’m fine. You discharged me.”

“I don’t know, you might be slightly feverish.” Tom said, raising his other hand as if to feel her forehead. Elizabeth ducked out of the way, and before he could touch her, she grabbed his wrist with her other hand, pinning his arms down at his side.

“Stop, just stop.”

Tom let out a laugh, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his eyes met hers. “Only if you go on a date with me.”

“Not happening,” Elizabeth said firmly, pulling her hands back and crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t date coworkers.”

“Technically, we aren’t coworkers,” Tom replied with a teasing grin, still amused.

Elizabeth threw a hand toward the operating room, gesturing toward the sterile environment beyond. “Doctor Koracick, we’re about to cut into a brain together. Technically, you were the doctor who just cleared me for surgery, and you’re my boss. And I want my chemo gel to work, which means I need you. You, I require to be my coworker, my partner. But sex—sex complicates things. It makes things messy.”

“Whoa, I never said anything about sex.” Tom’s grin widened, mischief in his eyes. “I just said ‘date,’ but you and your dirty little brain jumped to the fun bits I see.” He stepped toward the operating room door, looking back over his shoulder. “You know, I’m starting to feel unsafe. Is this what sexual harassment feels like?”

His tone sounded serious, but the smirk on his lips told Elizabeth it was all in jest. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” Tom chuckled, his voice teasing. “You just admitted you want to have dirty, dirty sex with me.” With a final wink, he turned and entered the scrub room.

“Impossible,” Elizabeth muttered under her breath, shaking her head. As she moved to grab a scrub cap, she noticed all the nurses, along with Bailey and Meredith, staring at her. “I, uh... he’s… I’m just going to stop talking now.”

“Probably a smart idea,” Miranda said with a slight scowl, clearly not amused by the exchange.

Quickly pulling on her shoe covers, Elizabeth grabbed her cap and made her way into the scrub room. “My bosses were out there!” she said, her voice filled with disbelief as she tied her scrub cap on.

“I know.” Tom glanced over at her, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“You don’t work here, but I do. How am I supposed to look at Chief Bailey after that? Or Doctor Grey? Even Amelia keeps asking if I’m sleeping with you.”

“She hounded me about you, too,” Tom said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “She’s actually the one who made me ask you out.”

Elizabeth shook her hands to rid herself of excess water. “So, you flirted with me because Amelia gave you the idea?”

“No,” Tom said, his voice casual. “I flirt with everyone I like. Amelia, though, told me I wasn’t allowed to sleep with you. And now… now that’s all I can think about.”

“Oh, then tourture it is, this is going to be fun,” Elizabeth replied with a sly smile, looking him up and down as she kept herself sterile. She walked past him, heading toward the operating room.

Tom appeared close behind. “Hey, that’s my line,” he called after her, his grin never fading.

Half a day passed with music playing softly in the background as Tom assisted Elizabeth in the delicate removal of their patient’s meningioma. When a complication arose, Tom’s calm demeanor never wavered as he expertly guided her through how to stop the bleeding and stabilize the patient. His clear instructions and steady presence were exactly what Elizabeth needed in that moment.

Once the surgery was complete, the two of them made their way to the scrub room to wash up. The scent of antiseptic filled the air as Elizabeth reached for the towel, grateful for the silence that accompanied the end of the procedure.

“By the way, I made a few edits to your paper,” Tom said casually, breaking the silence. “Do you have any word on when it’s due?”

“No, I guess Doctor Kepner is running it. She said something about making announcements tomorrow, I believe,” Elizabeth replied, rinsing her hands under the stream of water.

“Good. I rearranged a bit of my schedule, so I’ll still be here now. Didn’t see much sense in flying back just to come back again in a couple of days,” Tom added, his voice light but with a hint of weariness.

Elizabeth glanced at him, noting the faint exhaustion in his eyes as they continued to scrub. “I’m sorry you got dragged out here early because of my stupidity.”

Tom looked over at her, shaking his head. “Don’t be, I’m not. But speaking of your stupidity,” he added with a sly grin, “you need to eat something. So, would you prefer to eat here or the sandwich shop across the street?”

“Definitely the sandwich shop, because you’re buying, and I’m starving,” Elizabeth replied matter-of-factly, drying her hands on the cloth.

“I’ll meet you in the lobby in twenty,” she added, giving him a half-smile before leaving the room.

Back in her lounge, Elizabeth rummaged through her bag and pulled out her dress clothes from two days ago, holding them up to her nose for a quick freshness check. Satisfied, she quickly changed into dark blue skinny jeans and a mustard yellow knitted sweater. Pocketing her phone, she left the lounge and headed for the lobby.

When she arrived, Tom was already there, waiting for her in his scrubs, looking as unflustered as ever. “Ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“Yup.” Elizabeth replied with a quick pop of the ‘p’, her mood lightening as she joined him.

They turned to head for the door, but Tom accidentally bumped into someone, and the pair stopped short.

“Sorry,” Tom began, looking up to see who he’d run into. “Doctor Stadler?”

“Doctor Koracick,” Paul replied, extending his hand in greeting, his smile tight but cordial. “What a pleasure seeing you here.” He then turned his gaze to Elizabeth. “Elizabeth, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Doctor Stadler,” Elizabeth said, her voice a little colder than usual as she forced a smile. Her hand instinctively tucked through Tom’s arm, and Tom, without hesitation, placed his other hand gently over hers. It felt natural, but Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice Paul’s eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the movement.

“I see you’re doing... well for yourself,” Paul remarked, his eyes flicking from Elizabeth to Tom, the implication hanging in the air.

Tom gave a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “She is. And if you’ll excuse us, we’re running late.”

“Yes, of course,” Paul said, nodding with a slight wave toward the woman standing behind him, whom Elizabeth hadn’t even noticed until now. “If you’re going to be in town for a bit, we should all go for dinner. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to, Elizabeth.”

“You know how to get in touch with me, Doctor Stadler,” Tom answered smoothly, his voice calm but firm. “Now, we really do need to be off.” He gently pulled Elizabeth forward, the two of them walking toward the exit without another word.

Once outside, the cool air felt like a relief. The streets were quiet, the early evening light casting long shadows. They walked a short distance in silence, but Elizabeth finally pulled her hand away from Tom’s arm, noticing it was trembling slightly.

Tom, ever observant, immediately reached for her hand, his fingers warm and firm as he gently held it in his. Elizabeth glanced up at him, meeting his eyes filled with concern.

“Elizabeth?” Tom’s voice was soft, the weight of his worry clear.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, her voice catching slightly. “I just don’t really want to talk about it. But… thank you. For knowing I needed help back there.”

Tom’s lips quirked into a small, reassuring smile. “If it helps, I never liked the guy. Always gave me the creeps.”

Elizabeth chuckled softly, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Actually, that helps more than you could know.” She gave him a teasing look. “Now, buy me a sandwich.”

As she turned to walk ahead, she felt Tom’s hand still holding hers. She stopped, looking back at him in surprise. “Tom?”

He gave her a steady, searching look. “Elizabeth, if you need to talk—about anything—I’m here.”

She smiled at him, the warmth in her chest growing. “I know, Thomas. I know.”

Tom grinned, giving her hand one last squeeze before letting go. “Now, let’s get you that sandwich.”

The night had settled in, and Elizabeth sat on the edge of her couch, the soft glow of the lamp beside her the only light in the room. She absentmindedly flipped through a medical journal, her mind not really focused on the words in front of her. After the surgery, the brief encounter with Paul, and the quiet walk with Tom, the tension had finally started to unwind, but a knot of unease still lingered in her chest.

Her phone buzzed from the coffee table, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced down, seeing Tom’s name on the screen.

Just checking in. How are you doing? - T

A small smile tugged at her lips. She’d known he would check in, though part of her wasn’t sure if it was professional concern or something else. She couldn’t deny that his presence earlier had meant more to her than she was willing to admit, and the thought of talking to him now felt oddly comforting.

Elizabeth typed back quickly, her fingers pausing as she tried to find the right words.

I’m good. Just unwinding. Thanks for earlier. It meant more than you know. - E

She hesitated for a moment before sending the message, then put the phone down and leaned back into the cushions, hoping the response would come quickly.

It didn’t take long.

Anytime. Seriously, Elizabeth—if you ever need anything, just let me know. No need to explain. - T

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something so unguarded in his text, a quiet sincerity she hadn’t expected. It left her feeling both grateful and a little uncertain.

She read it again, the warmth of his care wrapping around her like a soft blanket. Finally, she typed back:

I know. I appreciate you, Tom. Really. - E

A long pause followed, then his response came.

Good night, Elizabeth. Get some rest. - T

You too, - E

Elizabeth replied, almost as an afterthought, before setting the phone aside.

But the truth was, she didn’t feel quite as alone tonight. His words lingered, offering a quiet assurance she hadn’t realized she needed.

Chapter Seven

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Doctor White - Chapter Five

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four,

Chapter Five

Elizabeth woke to the tantalizing aroma of coffee, a welcome comfort that coaxed her awake. Stretching her arms over her head, she slowly sat up from the couch, taking in the sight of Owen in the kitchen. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and he was shirtless, a cup of coffee cradled in one hand.

“Well, that’s a sight to wake up to,” Elizabeth said with a smirk, catching his attention. Owen turned, his gaze meeting hers, and she quickly added, “The coffee, obviously. Not... you.” She waved her hand in a flustered gesture to indicate his bare chest.

Owen’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and he managed a half-smile. “I’m done in the shower if you want to hop in. Left a towel out for you.”

“Thanks,” she replied, getting to her feet and feeling the satisfying pull of muscles stretching. She couldn’t help but notice Owen’s eyes lingering briefly on her bare legs before he hastily looked away, clearing his throat.

With a playful grin curving her lips, Elizabeth headed to the bathroom. The hot shower worked wonders, washing away the grogginess and rejuvenating her. After a quick change back into yesterday’s scrubs, she felt somewhat refreshed, though she inwardly groaned at the less-than-perfect outfit. Returning to the kitchen, she found Owen now fully dressed, sliding a steaming mug across the counter.

“Mmm, sweet nectar of the gods,” she sighed, cradling the cup with both hands. Owen set a carton of creamer and a bowl of sugar in front of her with an amused chuckle.

“You know,” Elizabeth mused, adding a dash of creamer, “you’re a dangerously good host. If you keep this up, I may never leave.”

“Shouldn’t you be sipping coffee brewed by a butler or something?” Owen teased, a playful lilt in his voice.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. I may have a fancy name, but I also have a mountain of student debt and everything I’ve worked for, all on my own.”

Owen raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“Yup. Dad’s a world-class dick, remember? Made some life choices he didn’t agree with, so he cut me off.”

“Ouch.” He took a contemplative sip of his coffee.

Elizabeth shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “Honestly, it’s for the best. I’m free. Money can’t buy that. Although, it did come with a side of arranged-marriage drama.”

Owen nearly choked. “You’re joking.”

“Wish I were,” she said, shaking her head. “Apparently, I was a bargaining chip for a hospital merger deal. But that’s a story for another time.” She took a long sip of coffee, savoring the rich flavor.

Later, Owen’s truck rolled to a stop in the hospital parking lot. They stepped out and walked in together, parting ways in the bustling foyer. Elizabeth barely had a moment to breathe before Joe sidled up to her, wide-eyed.

“Wait, did you just stroll into work with Owen Hunt? And in scrubs?” Joe asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yep,” Elizabeth said, her voice nonchalant. “And in yesterday’s scrubs, no less.”

Joe’s eyes scanned her, then scrunched in distaste. “Eww.”

“Long story,” Elizabeth began, exasperated. “Owen saved me from zombie-walking out of here last night. I was purse-less, key-less, and inappropriately dressed for a nighttime stroll.”

Joe let out a low whistle. “Wow, you really are one hot mess.”

Elizabeth’s phone buzzed in her pocket, interrupting the conversation. She groaned and fished it out, seeing Doctor Koracick’s name flash across the screen. Bracing herself, she answered.

“I’m working on it,” she preempted, voice defensive. “Just need to get to my charger—”

Koracick’s sarcasm was palpable. “You know, I’m starting to think rejecting my job offer wasn’t your best life choice.”

“Har, har,” Elizabeth retorted. “I didn’t make it home, okay? Still wearing yesterday’s scrubs. So cut me some slack.”

She ducked into the resident lounge, locating her charger and hastily plugging in her laptop. After sending off the necessary document, she exhaled, relief flooding through her.

“Happy now?” she asked, sarcasm still dripping from her voice.

“Ecstatic,” Koracick replied. “Now, you’re on my service next week. Don’t plan on napping through it.”

Elizabeth smirked, “Don’t worry. I’ll be wide awake and ready to show you up.”

His dry laugh echoed through the phone. “Cocky, are we?”

Her pager buzzed again, signaling a call to the PIT. Elizabeth pulled the phone away, scowling. “And so much for my day off. Me, cocky? Never.”

Hanging up, she shoved her laptop aside to charge, grabbed a fresh set of scrubs, and hurried to the emergency room. Owen spotted her, waving her over.

“Hey,” he called, urgency in his tone. “Need a neuro consult. Amelia’s MIA, and I knew you were here.”

Elizabeth grinned, pumping a fist in mock excitement. “I’m your girl!” She paused, realizing the morbidity. “Okay, maybe not the right reaction.”

Owen’s lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah, tone that down before you meet the patient.”

Five grueling hours later, they emerged from surgery. Elizabeth peeled off her mask, tossing it aside as she scrubbed her hands. Owen washed up beside her, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

“You did really well in there,” he said sincerely.

Her heart skipped. “Thanks. Means a lot coming from you.”

“If you hadn’t caught that brain bleed before the tech did,” Owen continued, “we would’ve lost him.”

“Glad you pulled me in for the abdominal bleed,” she replied, feeling a warm flush of pride.

As they finished, Owen dried his hands and hesitated, glancing at her. “Want to grab a drink tonight?”

Elizabeth froze, uncertainty crossing her features. “Owen, I...”

His expression shifted, playful yet hopeful. “Nope. Don’t answer yet. Think about it and get back to me. Soon.”

She bit her lip, thinking back to him standing shirtless in the morning light. “I’ll really think about it,” she promised, voice soft, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

“Good.” Owen backed away, his grin infectious as he left the scrub room.

“Doctor White, your phone’s going off,” a nurse interrupted, and Elizabeth took her buzzing phone, seeing Koracick’s name again. At least now she’d saved his number.

“Have I told you how brilliant you are?” Koracick’s voice greeted her.

“Hello to you too, Doctor Koracick,” she replied, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder as she approached the nurse’s station for her next task.

“I know a company we can license the hydrogel from that may work for this. Of course, it will need some tweaking, but...”

“Woah, slow down there, cowboy. We haven’t even been approved for the initial funding.”

“Oh, trust me, we will.”

“Yeah, well...” Elizabeth paused, her words trailing off as the world around her began to spin.

“Can’t come up with a witty comeback? That seems so unlike you, Doctor White.”

No response came from Elizabeth’s lips as she set the tablet down on the counter, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to steady herself.

“Doctor White?” Tom’s voice echoed through the phone, distant and muffled as if coming from a faraway place.

Elizabeth felt her legs wobble beneath her, the ground tilting as everything went dark. Before she could stop it, she lost consciousness, collapsing softly before hitting the floor.

“Yes, Tom, I’m sure she doesn’t have a brain bleed. No, she’s still not—wait, I think she’s waking up.”

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open, but the moment they did, the world hit her like a freight train, forcing her to squeeze them shut again. She tried to focus, but a dull throb pulsed in her skull, and she could hear voices around her, faint and far off.

“Doctor White?” Owen’s voice was soft, filled with concern.

Elizabeth felt someone’s hand gently take hers, grounding her, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Owen sitting beside her, his face drawn with worry. “What?” she asked hoarsely, her voice sluggish.

“You fell and hit your head. Do you know who I am?” Owen asked, his hand lightly patting hers.

Elizabeth blinked, trying to focus on him through the fog. “You’re the cute guy who had no shirt on and gave me coffee this morning,” she slurred with a small smile, not quite realizing how out of it she sounded.

Owen let out a small chuckle, clearly relieved. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Yeah, there was a slur. Yes, I did a CT! Tom! I’ll update you later.” Amelia’s voice was suddenly louder as she stepped into the room, a bright light shining into Elizabeth’s eyes. “Doctor White, do you know where you are?” she asked, her voice steady and clinical.

The memories came rushing back—standing at the nurse’s station, talking to Tom, feeling light-headed... and then, nothing. The floor had come up to meet her far too quickly.

“I’m at work, obviously in a hospital bed. I think I passed out,” Elizabeth muttered, her head still spinning as she tried to piece it all together.

“Yeah, you did. Hit your head pretty good in the process.” Owen’s voice softened as he continued. “Do you remember anything from before you passed out?”

Elizabeth blinked again, her thoughts swimming. “We just finished surgery. I stopped the brain bleed. I was talking to Koracick at the nurse’s station. You ran a CT, right? Checked for an intracranial hematoma?”

“I think she’s fine,” Amelia laughed lightly as she backed away from the bed. “Your blood sugar dipped pretty low, which is why you passed out. Your CT came out clean, but I’d like to monitor you overnight.”

Elizabeth nodded, though the throbbing in her head made the motion feel sluggish. “How long was I out?”

“Not long. We got you on fluids and electrolytes, and I’ll have a nurse come in and give you something for the pain.” Amelia stepped toward the door but paused. “When you’re feeling up to it, Doctor White, you can tell me all about naked Doctor Hunt bringing you coffee.” She gave a playful laugh before walking out.

Elizabeth felt a slight flush rise to her cheeks, but she couldn’t help but smile. She glanced at Owen, who was still sitting beside her, looking uncharacteristically guilty.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I should have noticed something.”

“Owen, what would you have noticed? I felt fine until I didn’t. I hadn’t even thought about the fact I hadn’t eaten anything.”

“Still...” Owen’s voice was quiet, but the guilt lingered in it.

Elizabeth shifted her hand, covering his with hers. “I’m fine. Now, go do some work or something so I can rest.”

Owen smiled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before standing up. “I’ll come check on you when I’m done with my shift.”

“Okay.” Elizabeth let her eyes drift shut, her body craving rest, and she surrendered to it.

When she next opened her eyes, there was no sunlight coming through the window. The clock on the wall read just after three in the morning. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Elizabeth noticed a figure hunched in a chair to her right.

Tom Koracick was asleep in her hospital room, wearing a black t-shirt and dark grey slacks. She watched him for a moment, studying the soft rise and fall of his chest, the way his hand lay loosely on his knee.

As if on cue, Tom stirred, shifting slightly in the chair, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled softly. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Alright now, just tired,” Elizabeth replied, adjusting herself in the bed to prop herself up slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Elizabeth couldn’t tell if it was the dim light or her grogginess, but she noticed the slight glassiness in Tom’s eyes. It was subtle but enough to make her wonder if he’d been crying.

“I was worried,” he answered quietly. “Figured it was best to check on that sexy brain of yours myself.” He leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, chin resting in his hands. “Now go back to sleep.”

Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile at his teasing. “Okay,” she whispered, and before she could even try, she was pulled back into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Six

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Doctor White - Chapter Three

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two

Chapter Three:

Elizabeth entered the CT scan room with a smile on her face as she saw her mentor staring at the scans of one of their patients. “I brought coffee.” Elizabeth held out a coffee cup towards Amelia.

“I want to create a way to use radio waves to boil a tumour.” Amelia rushed out as she approached Elizabeth.

“Wow okay. Well, I want to create a chemotherapy gel that can be injected into the brain for slow releasing long term treatment, specifically for inoperable tumours.” Said Elizabeth.

“Wish I would have thought of that one,” Amelia said with a smile.

“So, I need to find someone else to sign off on my project?” Elizabeth said with a frown before lifting her coffee cup to her lips.

“And I’ll need to find someone else to help with mine.” Amelia took the offered coffee with a frown. “Well, this is not how I thought today would go.”

Elizabeth sat herself down on the couch in the room and sighed. “Tell me about it.”

“So, what brought your idea on?” Asked Amelia as she sat down in one of the office chairs before spinning to look at Elizabeth.

“I’m getting close to my ten-year window. If my tumour comes back, there is a chance it will be cancerous. It might not be completely operable. I’ve come to terms with this, but other people shouldn’t have to live like this. I want to give people more hope than they had yesterday.”

“Is this just theoretical?”

“No, I’ve been working on this for a while, but I think I’ve figured it out and with this contest. I could actually make it happen.”

“Make what happen?” Came the questioning voice of Doctor Tom Koracick. “Is that why you aren’t at your CT scan?”

“My CT is tomorrow.” Elizabeth spoke.

“No, your CT is today.” Replied Tom with a smile.

Elizabeth scrunched up her nose and her eyes shifted around the room as she tried to remember what day it was. “My CTs are Friday and today is Thursday.”

“No, it’s Friday, Doctor White.”

“It’s Friday?”

“It’s Friday.” Said Amelia with a smile and a raise of her coffee cup.

“Fine, let’s go,” Said Elizabeth, standing from her spot.

As Elizabeth walked toward Tom, he grabbed the coffee from her hand. “No more of that until after your scan.” He then raised the cup up to his lips and took a sip.

“Rude.” Elizabeth turned and began her walk out of the room. A few seconds later, Tom caught up to her, and the two made their way through the Hospital.

“So what are you making happen?” Asked Tom before taking another sip of the coffee as they entered the CT room.

“I don’t think I want to tell you. You might steal it like you did my coffee.” Elizabeth made her way to the screen and changed like she had the last time into a gown. “I want to make a chemo gel.”

“A chemo gel?”

“You know, the chemo discs we place in the brain.” Said Elizabeth as she came out from behind the screen in her gown. “I want to develop a slow evaporating gel that allows for the chemo to fully cover a tumour’s location. Unlike the disc, we could more directly attack the cancerous cells.”

“That’s, that’s actually brilliant.”

“But Amelia already has a plan for this stupid contest.” Elizabeth sat herself on the table and Tom helped her lay back.

“I’ll do it. You need someone with the experience and the name. I have connections. I’ll even let you put your name on it, after mine, of course.”

“Ha, ha.” Said Elizabeth. She settled herself on the table and Tom set the table into the CT scanner.

“I’ll have my back to the door. I’ll be standing with my back to the door, yet I’ll know when he walks in. It’s the strangest thing.” Elizabeth began singing and stopped, wondering if Tom knew this one, as the hum of the CT started.

The click of the intercom turning on alerted her that Tom was in the scan room and they were ready to begin. “I’ll hear the laugh of the crowd, though standing well apart from the crowd, and I’ll know when he walks in. It’s the strangest thing. What do you suppose it is that’s mine and his? What would you call that?” He stopped and Elizabeth knew that this meant the scans were up, and he was looking them over. “It’s not a tumour.”

Elizabeth let out a laugh.

“I’m serious, though. I’ll assist on your project.” Came Tom’s voice through the intercom.

“You don’t even work here. Now, just please let me out of this thing.”

“Not until you agree to let me in on your world changing, life-saving idea.” Tom replied, his voice still echoing through the intercom, which told Elizabeth that he was not in the room with her.

“Doctor Koracick, let me out of here.” Elizabeth slapped her palm down on the table for emphasis on her frustration.

“Not until you agree to work with me, or go on a date with me. I’ll take either.” This time his voice was closer and not coming through the intercom system. Elizabeth craned her neck slightly to see Tom peaking into the CT machine.

“Fine.” Groaned Elizabeth. The table retracted, and Elizabeth was greeted by the smiling face of Tom Koracick.

“Fine to the innovative life-saving drug delivery system, or fine to a date?”

“Drugs, definitely just the drugs.” Elizabeth said as she sat up at the table. “Now get out of the way, so I can put my clothes back on.”

Chapter Four

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Doctor White - Chapter Two

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One

Chapter Two:

"So you, walked in with Doctor Koracick." One of the residents spoke from where they were sat on the bench. She was looking Elizabeth over with a scrutinizing look.

Elizabeth finished lacing up her shoes before turning to look at the others in the room. "Yeah, do you want to hear about how good he was in bed too?"

"He's like twice your age!" A man from across the room. His face scrunching up in disgust.

"Really guys? I didn't sleep with him, we met in the hall outside the mixer last night, and he wanted to create a stir, so we walked in together."

"Well, you definitely did that. Your surgical assignments are on the board, now to go scare the interns." Came the Chief Resident's voice.

"Doctor White, you're on my service today." Amelia said as she walked into the Resident's lounge.

"Nope, sorry, she's with me." Came the voice of Doctor Koracick. "You have to find someone else to be your prodigy today." Tom spoke as he reached out and grabbed Elizabeth's hand and began to drag her away. Elizabeth looked back to watch Doctor Shepherd.

"Do you even still work here?" Shouted Amelia after them.

Once Elizabeth and Tom were down the next hall, he released her hand. "You know you just put a target on my back, right? It's my first day here."

"You'll be fine."

Elizabeth nudged her shoulder into Tom's arm as they walked. "They think we are sleeping together." She spoke in a hushed whispered.

"Oh, that sounds fun." Tom smiled and looked down at Elizabeth. His eyebrows wiggled, and Elizabeth could not help the soft chuckle that left her lips.

"You are just as cocky in person as you are in your papers."

Tom stopped walking, causing Elizabeth to walk past him before realizing her companion was gone.

"You read my papers?" Asked Tom with a large smile on his face.

"I knew who you were when we met and of course, I've read your papers. You are a neuro god. I've watched your lectures, I've read your research, you are the best there is…and now, I sound like I'm a crazy stalker." Elizabeth said as she placed her fingers to the side of her head. She closed her eyes and groaned.

"A hot, crazy stalker."

Elizabeth's eyes flew open, and she suddenly felt really hot. "I don't. I didn't. I, I just really like brains."

"I like you. You're going to be fun to mess with." Tom said before beginning to walk once again.

Elizabeth moved into step beside Tom as he led her to the CT room. Once they entered into the scanning room. Tom directed Elizabeth towards a screen that was set up in the back corner. "The nurse was supposed to leave a gown for you."

Stepping behind the screen, Elizabeth began to take off her lab coat and her scrubs, before slipping on the gown, and beginning to tie it shut.

"Let me know if you need any help. I've heard I'm good with my hands."

"You know what. I take back what I said." Elizabeth stepped out from behind the curtain as she tied the last tie on her gown. "You are a menace, you probably just road on the curtails of everyone around you." The words came out serious, but her lips were pulled upward in a smile.

"Ouch." Tom said as he held a fist to his chest. "Now come on, get on up here, so I can get back to work."

Elizabeth moved to the table and sat herself down. Tom helped her lay down and set her head in the molded pillow. "You know the drill, no moving, well I check out that sexy brain."

"How do you know it's sexy, you haven't even seen it. It could be all not sexy."

"I had your scans sent over after the mixer. It's a sexy brain, trust me, pre- and post-tumour." Tom reached up and pressed the button to move the table into the machine.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and allowed the memories of her past to invade her mind. "I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory This is where it gets me, on my feet the enemy ahead of me. If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me." The table suddenly stopped moving, and Elizabeth opened her eyes to see Tom staring down at her.

"Weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me. Then I remember my Eliza's expecting me." Tom finished. "Hamilton."

"Sorry, I sing musicals when I'm nervous."

"Where have you been all my life?" Asked Tom.

"Just look at my sexy brain already, so I can put my clothes back on."

Tom just let out a chuckle and set the table in the CT. "Remember, no moving."

"Yeah, yeah. Do I hear a waltz? Oh, my dear, don't you hear a waltz? Such love Blue Danubey music, how can you be still?"

"You must hear a waltz!" Tom sang through the microphone right before the hum of the CT turned on. "Even strangers are dancing now. An old lady is waltzing in her flat, waltzing with her cat."

Eventually the sound of the machine stopped and Elizabeth knew the scan was done. "Well?"

"CT looks clean."

"See told you." Elizabeth said, and when she received no response, she attempted to lift her head to see where Tom was before suddenly the table jerked under her.

"And you can tell me in another three weeks. "

"Three weeks, my scans are every three months." Said Elizabeth as she shot up from the table once she was free of the machine.

Tom held out a hand for her to help her off the table. "And now that I'm your Doctor, it will be every three weeks. You are almost at the ten-year mark, which means you are a one and done or…"

"I'm going to start growing a new friend at any moment."

"Exactly. Now come on, put your clothes back on, we have a patient to see."

Chapter Three

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Doctor White - Chapter One

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Chapter One:

Elizabeth walked through the halls of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital in utter astonishment. She was finally here, the Hospital she had dreamed of working at. Tomorrow she would be in her final year of residency.

She could hear the room before she saw it. The sounds of multiple voices attempting to talk over one another as they vied for control over their conversations. She paused before she turned the corner to the staff cafeteria. Reaching down, she rubbed the palms of her hands against the dark velvet fabric of her dress. Elizabeth told herself it was to smooth out the wrinkles, but really it was to dry the sweat from her palms.

"I don't want to go in there either." Spoke a voice from behind her, it jarred her from her thoughts and her already racing heart sped up even more.

"Can you see my pit stains from back there, I had hoped this dress wouldn't show." Elizabeth let out a laugh as she turned around to see who had spoken to her.

A man quite a bit older than her stood before her. Slightly greying hair and a large smirk on his clean-shaven face. "Doctor Thomas Koracick." He began as he stuck out a hand in greeting and approached, "You must be one of the brilliant new Interns?"

"Actually I'm a transferring resident, a smart, brilliant, scared out of my mind, and regretting every moment that led me to being here all of a sudden senior resident." Tom gave a slight chuckle and glanced down to his still waiting hand. "Shit, sorry…, Doctor Elizabeth White, pleasure to meet you." She spoke as she straightened8 her back and reaching out to grasp his hand.

"White? Any relation to Doctor Wilfred White?" Asked Tom.

"Yeah. He is my father."

"I'm sorry." Said Tom, releasing Elizabeth's hand.

"Sorry?" Elizabeth questioned not use to that response when it came to her family legacy.

"That you have to deal with that ego on a daily basis. What was it like growing up with him as a father? I can just imagine what dinners must have been like." Said Tom as his eyes raked over her with a smile. "So were you planning on following in his footsteps."

"Cardio no, I'm interested in Ophthalmology."

The smile on Tom's face dropped. His mouth opened, and then he closed it, seemingly at a loss for words.

Elizabeth let out a laugh. "I'm joking. Neurosurgery is my specialty, the brain is what led me to becoming a surgeon. I had a grade two Atypical Meningioma." Said Elizabeth as she raised the hand and tapped her skull. "Had to learn everything brain related when I was diagnosed, and now all I want is brains. All I think about now is brain tumours."

"Sexy." Tom said with a smile. "The tumour, that is. I'm assuming you've had surgery, and you aren't about to enter your internship with a ticking time bomb?"

"Yeah, I was nineteen at the time."

"Reoccurrence?"

"Radiation treatments after the total resection for good measure. So far, no reoccurrence."

"And you've been keeping up with your scans?"

"Yes."

"Who was your surgeon?"

"Doctor Samuel Gravely."

"Samuel's a quack. I'll find you tomorrow, and we will do a CT, make sure he didn't mess up that legacy of a brain of yours." Tom stepped forward and placed a fist to his hip and extended his elbow toward Elizabeth. "Now come on, I want to start some rumours before your first day."

Elizabeth stared at him with wide eyes, unable to respond to his proposal. "Come on, trust me, it will give you some street cred, all the gossip tomorrow will be about you. Which gives you the advantage of standing out to all the important people." Elizabeth laughed and slipped her arm around his before he walked the two of them into the busy room, the busy room of which a good few people stopped to watch as both her and Doctor Koracick.

She could hear a few whispered words asking who she was and why she was with Doctor Koracick. It was then though that she spotted Doctor Bailey, who had also just seemed to have spotted her.

"Ah, Doctor White, I'm glad you could make it." Miranda said as she approached her. Elizabeth noticed the side eye that was given to Tom as she came to a stop in front of them. "Doctor Koracick, do you two know each other?"

"We've been bonding over her sexy brain tumour." Tom responded.

"Interesting." Miranda narrowed her vision at the older man. "Doctor Webber!"

Elizabeth watched as an older man walk towards her, she knew from her pry into the hospital's staff that this was the Doctor Richard Webber.

When Doctor Webber was in front of them, he eyed Elizabeth suspiciously.

"Doctor Webber, I would like to introduce you to Doctor Elizabeth White. She was the one I told you about."

"White…" Richard spoke as he extended a hand. "Like the Cardio…"

"Yes, Dr. White is my father, Doctor Webber."

"Doctor Bailey told me that she hired a prodigy, but I never thought…" he trailed off.

"I hope I can live up to his reputation."

"I hope not." Said Tom with a smirk on his lips. "He's a prude. No offence." He finished looking to Elizabeth.

"I'm sure we will see great things from Doctor White. She was top of her class at Harvard, and I had to offer her a great deal to get her to leave Duke."

"I would have come regardless." Elizabeth laughed. "This was always my top choice."

"Doctor Koracick, I didn't realize you were still here." Came the happy voice of Amelia Shepherd.

"Yeah, I had allowed for a few extra days to stick around, you know, in case you became a cabbage." As Tom talked, a group started to form around Elizabeth.

"And who is your friend?" Asked Amelia.

Miranda took notice of the people around them and quickly threw a sweeping hand out. "This is our new Senior Resident Doctor, Elizabeth White…" Miranda stretched out the last name, giving everyone time to process what she was saying.

"Wait like…"

"Yes." Miranda said quickly.

"Who…"

"She is his daughter."

"But I thought…"

Miranda waved her hands in the air. "Let's leave the poor girl alone, she can answer all your questions tomorrow. Now go, mingle, all of you. Including you, Doctor Koracick"

Elizabeth extracted her arm from Tom's and placed a hand to his chest instead. "Don't worry, you get to check me out tomorrow." Elizabeth threw a wink at him before walking away towards the drink table.

A dark squint was sent from Miranda to Tom. "Her brain. I'm checking out her brain tomorrow."

"I'm watching you Koracick, I'm watching you."

Chapter Two

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Speak My Language — Tom Koracick x OC

Summary: Tom and Sophie express the five love languages to one another.

Word Count: 901

Warnings: None, pure fluff

1. Words of Affirmation

"What are you reading," Tom asked, peeping over Sophie's shoulder as she perused an article on her laptop.

"An analysis of the so called 'Five Love Languages'. The original text itself is reductive. Surely these are five ways people can express love, but they’re not the be all end all the author claims them to be."

Tom grinned. He liked this side of her. The skeptic hidden under the sunshine persona she pushes so hard in the peds ward. "I agree," he punctuated with a kiss to the side of her head. "Five is such a small number. Ten maybe, but five? I don’t buy it."

Sophie chuckled and shut her laptop, shaking her head. "Tom, you ridiculous man. I love you."

"In more than ten ways?"

"In twenty," she replied, not missing a beat.

2. Acts of Service

It had been a long day. And a tough one at that. Sophie checked her watch. Shit, it was later than she thought. She gave Tom a call.

"You still here? I know I said I’d make dinner…"

"Already taken care of. The best Chinese takeout money can buy, a selection of movies for your perusal when you get home and one free cuddle session."

"Tom," Sophie practically sighed. She was still amazed at how thoughtful he could be sometimes.

"Bailey told me you had a difficult case and I thought you might want to take your mind off of it for the night. Maybe finish off that love language article you were reading. Whatever you want."

"Thank you. I’ll be home soon. I’m just leaving."

3. Receiving Gifts

"Dr. Kendall, I have something for you," one of her nurses told her, having finally caught up with her.

Sophie regarded the woman curiously. Had she forgotten some paperwork somewhere? Lost a patient chart? But the object she held in her hand wasn’t paper at all, but a six inch, flat, rectangular box. Sophie accepted the mysterious item from her hesitantly.

"Oh, and a note," she added, reaching into her pocket and taking out the folded up paper that accompanied her strange gift.

"…Thank you," Sophie replied, as graciously as she could amongst the confusion. Before she had time to think up any follow up questions, the nurse was already halfway down the hall, and Sophie was left with the box, and the note. She opened the box first. Inside, it contained a pen, bright purple, no doubt with dark purple ink within. Sophie smiled, sat the box on the nearby supply cart and unfolded the note to read.

I remember you saying your favorite pen ran out of ink, so I rush ordered another. — Tom

4. Quality Time

The rain had just cleared and it was Sophie's favorite time to go outside and clear her head, and since she had a moment, she did just that. Her feet led her to her favorite bench, just outside of Grey Sloan's main entrance. Yet she didn’t expect to find Tom already occupying half of the seat.

"Knew you’d be out here," he greeted with a sly smile. He was really starting to know her almost better than she knew herself these days. She sat next to him wordlessly, and let out a weary but contented sigh. She’d been on her feet for hours, but sitting here with Tom was a nice release from her busy day.

It was a mere fifteen minutes before she was needed back inside once again, but Tom had stayed by her side in silence the whole time, his arm thrown around the back of the bench, letting her lean into him if she liked. And she did. Her body was aching for her to stay still, just hold out a few more seconds before tearing herself away from Tom, but duty called. Still, for the rest of the day, she’d mentally be sitting on that bench with him, soaking up the smell after the rain.

5. Physical Touch

Sophie giggled when Tom came up behind her and whispered in her ear. His hot breath warmed her neck and his arms slipped around her waist, causing tingles to shoot through her body. He rested his head on her shoulder and watched her cook for a moment. It wasn’t often enough that they got to enjoy a proper meal together.

"You stir," Sophie instructed, and Tom took the wooden spoon from her hand, leaving one arm around her as he stirred the sauce. Sophie busied herself with checking on the pasta —nearly ready now— and Tom placed a quick kiss on her cheek. He let her go when the time came to drain the noodles, and they stepped around each other skillfully as they finished the preparation.

They ate in relative quiet for a change, and Tom reached out for Sophie's hand across the table. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles for a moment as they attempted to manage their spaghetti with one hand, a feat that got the better of them sooner rather than later.

After dinner, came another dance around the kitchen as they put dishes in the sink and the leftovers away in tupperware, every once in a while Tom brushing his hand across her lower back. And when they finally sat down on the couch together, all felt right in the world as Sophie ducked under Tom’s arm and scooted in close.

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