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[Elementary/Community] ten cents' worth of human understanding (Joan gen)
Title: ten cents' worth of human understanding
Fandom: Elementary/Community
Length: 318 words
Prompt: Joan operates on Pierce, for Katie
Pairing: Joan gen; a touch of Joan/Jeff
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You should dump him on Johnson," Carrie says, gesturing with a carrot stick. "WASPs love other WASPs, right? The man has a flag tattoo on his white coat, your patient would love him."
Every once in a while you get one like this. He keeps calling her Nurse, even though she's explained half a dozen times that she's actually the surgeon, and she's pretty sure she heard him mumble something about kimono and special services. She almost walked out, then, but she's a professional.
She mentions something to Carrie at lunch and Carrie rolls her eyes. Apparently she saw him sometime last year for a routine procedure; he was the kind of irritant that she remembered.
"You should dump him on Johnson," Carrie says, gesturing with a carrot stick. "WASPs love other WASPs, right? The man has a flag tattoo on his white coat, your patient would love him."
Joan hesitates, twisting her mouth. "He would, but -- ugh. The man is a racist, sexist jerk, but I wouldn't wish him on Johnson, all the same."
Carrie shrugs. "Your funeral. He wanted to confirm that I'd wear something low-cut to surgery so that he'd come out of anesthesia faster."
"Seriously?" Joan says, disbelieving. She immediately begins to regret giving the Hawthorne son her phone number. It is puzzling to her how the young man could be so charming and attractive, when his father is just the opposite. She resolves not to answer if he calls her. She shouldn't really have done that, anyway.
"Mhmm," Carrie says, and she eats her carrot. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
*
Joan wears her most baggy scrubs to surgery, ignores four calls from Jeff, and does her job. The surgery has no complications and he'll be out of the hospital tomorrow. She's fixed someone again, and it doesn't matter how deserving he is. She's a surgeon, and that's how these things work.
But she takes an extra-long jog the next morning, pounding her annoyance out into the pavement. It feels good to get in the shower afterward, sweaty and loose.
Time for another day.
Fandom: Elementary/Community
Length: 318 words
Prompt: Joan operates on Pierce, for Katie
Pairing: Joan gen; a touch of Joan/Jeff
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You should dump him on Johnson," Carrie says, gesturing with a carrot stick. "WASPs love other WASPs, right? The man has a flag tattoo on his white coat, your patient would love him."
Every once in a while you get one like this. He keeps calling her Nurse, even though she's explained half a dozen times that she's actually the surgeon, and she's pretty sure she heard him mumble something about kimono and special services. She almost walked out, then, but she's a professional.
She mentions something to Carrie at lunch and Carrie rolls her eyes. Apparently she saw him sometime last year for a routine procedure; he was the kind of irritant that she remembered.
"You should dump him on Johnson," Carrie says, gesturing with a carrot stick. "WASPs love other WASPs, right? The man has a flag tattoo on his white coat, your patient would love him."
Joan hesitates, twisting her mouth. "He would, but -- ugh. The man is a racist, sexist jerk, but I wouldn't wish him on Johnson, all the same."
Carrie shrugs. "Your funeral. He wanted to confirm that I'd wear something low-cut to surgery so that he'd come out of anesthesia faster."
"Seriously?" Joan says, disbelieving. She immediately begins to regret giving the Hawthorne son her phone number. It is puzzling to her how the young man could be so charming and attractive, when his father is just the opposite. She resolves not to answer if he calls her. She shouldn't really have done that, anyway.
"Mhmm," Carrie says, and she eats her carrot. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
*
Joan wears her most baggy scrubs to surgery, ignores four calls from Jeff, and does her job. The surgery has no complications and he'll be out of the hospital tomorrow. She's fixed someone again, and it doesn't matter how deserving he is. She's a surgeon, and that's how these things work.
But she takes an extra-long jog the next morning, pounding her annoyance out into the pavement. It feels good to get in the shower afterward, sweaty and loose.
Time for another day.