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iamnotoriginalphil · 4 months ago

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Rumours (Kerry Weaver x f!Reader)

Synopsis: There's a very annoying rumour going around County

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: none

AN: I've been watching ER recently and this was an idea I just had to get out.

“So?”

You looked up from your paperwork, the fries in your hand suspended halfway between the plate and your mouth. Abby had slid into the chair across from you and was looking at you expectantly.

“So…?” you asked.

“You and Weaver,” she prompted.

“Me and Weaver what?” you asked.

“You went out with her last night, right?” she asked, stealing some of the fries from your plate.

“We clocked off at the same time and happened to both want dinner so we went to MacGoo’s, yes,” you replied, “nothing as salacious as you’re implying.”

She squinted at you and you waited. You didn’t have the answers she wanted and even if you did, you weren’t going to give them to her. Kerry, at the very least, wouldn’t appreciate it if you did.

“But you’re close with her,” she said, stealing more of your fries.

You smacked her hand, shoving the last few into your own mouth.

“We’re friends. If you want to continue asking about our relationship, maybe ask Kerry about it,” you said, standing from your seat, “I’m sure she’d love to give you some answers.”

“Oh, come on,” she said, following you as you began to make your way back to emergency, “what’s going on with you two?”

“I just told you. We’re friends,” you said, closing the file with a snap.

“Fine, be like that,” Abby said, peeling away from you.

You ignored it, continuing on, having more work than time and no reason to consider that it was going to be anything more than that quick conversation. No one else would be asking about you and Kerry.

“So you and Weaver, huh?” Lydia asked as you checked over an injured ankle.

“We happened to have dinner at the same table. Do all the nurses think it was a date?” you asked.

“Not in so many words,” she replied.

“Then you can spread the word that it wasn't anything more than two friends eating at the end of their shifts,” you said.

Hopefully that would nip it in the bud.

“I hear you’ve tamed the beast,” Jerry said as you were typing something into the computer at the counter.

“I’ve done what now?” you asked, only half listening.

“You and Weaver,” he said.

You let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. A headache was building and you were beginning to think this rumour was getting out of control. When you looked at him he was grinning at you.

“Are friends,” you said.

“You’re the only one she doesn’t argue with. And she lets you tell her when she’s being too hard on everyone. Your opinion matters to her,” he said.

“Because we’re friends,” you replied.

“You make her laugh,” he said.

“I’m sad for your friends if you can’t make them laugh,” you said, “seriously, what is with everyone today?”

“We thought maybe you’d stopped pining for each other and had finally given in last night,” he said.

“Pining?”

You didn’t get an answer from him as you were rushed into Trauma 1.

Taking a five minute break to down some coffee, you stood in the break room, watching it brew. It had been a busy day and you still had another few hours to go. Taking your first sip, you let out a contented sigh.

“Weaver in here?”

You turned, shaking your head.

“Not unless she’s hiding in the fridge,” you said.

Elizabeth closed the door with a long breath, shutting the ER out on the other side.

“Good,” she said.

“Just brewed some coffee if you need some,” you said, sinking down onto the couch.

“Oh thank god,” she said.

She waited until she was sitting with her own cup before asking.

“I heard about you and Kerry,” she said.

“Yeah, there’s a real case of that going around,” you muttered.

“Oooh, trouble in paradise?” she asked.

“The rumour mill seems to enjoy misinformation today,” you said, “there is nothing going on with me and Kerry.”

“That’s not what I heard,” she said, “and you know I’m hardly her biggest fan but it’s about time you did something about that.”

“About what?” you asked.

“You know.” She was smiling at you like you were both in on the joke.

“I really don’t,” you said.

“Oh come on,” she laughed, “neither of you are very subtle about it.”

“About what?” you asked again.

“The fact you’re both obviously smitten with each other,” she said.

You stared at her, waiting for her to break out in laughter again and tell you she was kidding. She looked back, waiting as well. When nothing happened a look of confusion passed over her face.

“You did know, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Kerry and I are friends,” you replied, “that’s it.”

“With all those lingering looks and shared smiles? I think there might be something more there,” she said, leaning towards you.

“There is nothing more there,” you groused, voice hardening, “so you can tell everyone to keep their noses out of our business.”

You left her there, taking your coffee back out onto the ward. Glaring, you strode away, needing a moment.

“Hey, you okay?” Kerry asked, falling into step beside you.

“You’d think with all the work we have to do there wouldn’t be time for talking,” you said, “but that would be too much to ask for.”

“People have been whispering,” she said.

“You’ve noticed it too, huh?” She gave you that look, the penetrating one that let you know nothing went unnoticed by her, “anyone said anything to you?”

“Not a word,” she replied.

“Of course not,” you muttered.

“Anything I should know about?” she asked.

“No, just a passing flight of fancy,” you replied, “I’m going for a smoke break.”

“You don’t smoke,” she said.

“Maybe I’m trying to start,” you said, pushing outside.

You took a moment, leaning against the wall as you tried to ignore what Elizabeth had said. And the implications from Jerry. And the rumour going around the entire ER.

Only were they so wrong? Sure, Kerry was one of the few people who made getting through your 12 hour shifts bearable. And okay, did your heart flutter every time you saw her? Yeah, but that didn’t mean anything other than you liked seeing her. And okay, sure, you’d had a few dreams about her but that never meant much.

You slumped against the wall. Who were you kidding? You’d been falling in love with Kerry Weaver from the moment you’d met her. Hard headed and stubborn, passionate and brilliant, beautiful beyonds words, how could you not? The worst part was everyone else had figured it out when you’d been doing your best to keep it hidden. Especially from Kerry.

You were such a fuck up.

“Your five minutes are up.”

Kerry did not sound pleased with you.

“Sure,” you said, pushing off the wall.

“This rumour thing is really getting to you, huh,” she said, hand on your arm keeping you from moving past her.

“They’re talking about us,” you told her, not sure it was worth hiding it anymore.

“Oh.” She didn’t sound surprised.

“You don’t care?” you asked.

“You grow used to being the one everyone is talking about,” she said, “so why do you care?”

“Do you know what Elizabeth Courday said?” you asked her, not waiting for an answer, “that we’re smitten with each other. And Jerry said we were pining after one another.”

“And you're listening to Jerry now?” she asked.

“Not for anything good.”

“Don’t listen to the gossip. It’ll make your life easier,” she said.

You passed her your half drunk cup of coffee and moved past her, ignoring the way she drained it before following you. You flung yourself into work, pushing thoughts of Kerry to the side, not needing to deal with it, not wanting to deal with it.

“What time are you off?” Kerry asked, stopping you in the hall a little while later.

“Seven,” you replied.

“Dinner?”

“Sure.”

Someone shoved at Kerry’s shoulder as they ran past. Your arm curled around her waist, steadying her.

“Hey,” you shouted at the retreating back.

You looked back to Kerry, only then realising how close she was, her body practically pressed into yours.

“You okay?” you asked, trying to ignore the way her curves felt against you.

“Fine, fine,” she said, but you noticed she wasn’t trying to get out of your hold.

It wasn’t until Abby walked past, raising her eyebrows at you, that you let her go. Not that she seemed in a hurry to be released. And you missed the feeling more than you felt comfortable with.

Forcing yourself through the rest of the day, the thought of dinner with Kerry was the only thing making it bearable. Which was probably something you should investigate but you didn’t want to. It would only make the whole thing worse.

Grabbing your bag from your locker, you let your hair down and ran your fingers through it. A wolf whistle had you rolling your eyes.

“Getting all pretty for your girl?”

“Malik, I swear to god,” you said, turning to look at him.

“Word is she’s taking you out again tonight. Getting pretty serious,” he said.

“This place,” you said, “we’re just friends.”

“If my friends looked at me the way she looks at you, my life would be a lot more fun,” he said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Just that she looks at you like she wants to sink her teeth into ya,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I think if she hears you talking like that she’ll want to take a bite out of you,” you snapped.

“Ready?” Kerry asked, pushing open the door.

“Yeah,” you said, ignoring the look Malik was giving you.

“Have fun, you two,” Randi called after the two of you.

“So it didn’t get any better, huh?” she asked.

“Turns out talking in the hallway is the same as taking out a billboard when it comes to news around here,” you said.

“Our dinner plans are news?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t think so but given how it’s spiralled into the story of the day…”

“Is it really that bad?” she asked.

“Five separate people have talked to me about it,” you said, “no matter how many times I told them we were just friends.”

“Then you did all you could,” she said, “should be done by tomorrow.”

You were certain that wasn’t true.

“Magoos?” you asked.

“Nah, I got some chicken I need to cook tonight,” she said, “did you drive in?”

“No. Took the L like usual,” you replied.

“Come on then.”

You followed her to her car, mind still on the day you’d had. She turned the radio up, giving you the space to think without interruption. You stared out the window, able to see her face in the reflection if you looked extra hard.

Which was something you found yourself doing a lot over the last few months. Staring at her, watching her, trying not to be a creep but finding it difficult to look away. No wonder everyone in the ER had picked up on your feelings. You’d been pining. You were smitten. And everyone knew it.

“You’re being very quiet,” Kerry said after you’d been let into her home.

“Long day,” you replied.

“Because of the gossip?” she asked.

You hummed in agreement as you fell onto her couch. She looked down at you for a moment before lowering herself beside you.

“You have to let it go in one ear and out the other,” she said, “you won’t survive long at County if you don’t.”

“It’s easier when it’s something ridiculous,” you replied.

“And this isn’t?” she asked.

You looked at her, really looked at her, and thought that maybe she was the only one who didn’t know. That you’d succeeded in keeping it hidden from her. You let out a long breath, laughing at the end as you fell back. You stared up at the ceiling, wondering how you’d gotten to this point, still laughing.

“Am I missing the joke?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “yeah, I think you are.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

You rolled your head towards her, finding her watching you with a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her face. It made your heart skip a beat.

“I think if I do, I’ll ruin everything,” you said.

Her eyebrows drew together and the smile dimmed just a bit before her gaze dropped. You looked back up to the ceiling, letting out another long breath.

“Maybe I should go,” you said.

“No, don’t.”

A warm hand was placed on your cheek, turning your head back towards her. She was looking at you, features soft, lips parted, eyes smouldering. And then she was leaning in and her lips were brushing against yours and you were certain your heart had stopped.

She drew away, looking unsure when your eyes fluttered open.

“Sorry, I-”

With both hands on her cheeks, you pulled her in, crushing your lips to hers, cutting off whatever she was about to say. The little noise of surprise she made was gratifying, especially when it turned into a whimper. She pressed closer, her fingers finding a home in your hair as you kissed her deeper. You found yourself being pinned against her couch cushions, her tongue in your mouth, kissing you like you were the air she breathed and she was drowning.

You drew back, eyes scanning over her face. Her skin was flushed, her lips kiss stung, her eyes bright. She kissed you again, humming when you kissed her back. You broke away, laughing, pressing your forehead to hers.

“Not so ridiculous after all,” she murmured.

“So I don’t need to let you in on the joke?” you asked.

“I think I’ve figured it out,” she replied.

When she kissed you again, it was softer, sweeter and you didn’t get the chance to kiss her back before her lips were trailing down your throat, open mouthed kisses pressed to your skin. You lent your head back, giving her more room, your hands slowly trailing down her spine.

“Kerry,” you sighed.

Her tongue flicked over your skin and you groaned. You felt when she smiled before her teeth nipped at you. The laugh that tumbled over your lips was surprising. She sat back, looking disgruntled.

“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” she said.

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” you said, “it’s something Malik said.”

“Oh yeah? What’d he say?”

“Just that you look at me like you want to sink your teeth into me,” you said.

Her fingers pushed some of your hair behind your ear and she softened before your eyes.

“I suppose there might be some evidence for his observation,” she conceded.

“What about Jerry’s observation about pining?” you asked, leaning into her touch.

“I’m not sure I’d use that word,” she said.

“How about smitten?”

She gave you an indulgent smile, thumb running over your cheekbone.

“I suppose I could be amenable to that term,” she said.

“Elizabeth will be so happy,” you said.

“Never mind then .”

You laughed, leaning into her, kissing her again, long and slow, taking your time. She melted against you and you thought you could do this forever. You could stay in this moment with her and never grow tired of it.

It took a while for the two of you to get to dinner and you never ended up going home.

“Saw you left with Weaver last night,” Abby said, finding you in the lounge the next morning.

“And?” you asked.

“Twice in a row,” she said.

“Just ask what you want to ask,” you demanded.

“That hickey from her?” she asked.

Your hand slapped to your neck and her laugh was delighted. Looking in the mirror, there was no hickey there. Just bare skin, clean of any mark, and a joyful Abby behind you.

“Just friends my ass,” Abby cackled before leaving.

The rumour mill was not going to get better any time soon.

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