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emma-m-black · 19 days ago

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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

#tom koracick #tom koracick x oc #Tom koracick/OC #greys anatomy #Tom koracick fanfic #greg germann

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eddysocs · 2 months ago

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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

#oc: sophie kendall #fc: rachel mcadams #fd: grey’s anatomy #sophie x tom #tom koracick #tom koracick x oc #grey's anatomy #sicktember 2024

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sicktember · 2 months ago

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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.

#sicktember 2024 #submission #💚💚💚#greys anatomy

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traumahqs · 3 years ago

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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 !!

#traumaanswered #greys anatomy rp #private practice rp #appless rp

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magicandmayhcm · 4 years ago

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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.

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

#starter call masterlist

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emma-m-black · 2 days ago

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Doctor White - Chapter Six

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

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 Coming....

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Doctor White - Chapter Five

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

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)

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)

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)

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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