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All the dreams of you

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Fem!Doctor!Reader

Summary: From the moment you and Bob met, the connection was undeniable, but also inappropriate. As his on-base doctor, every professional idealism called for you to stay away. Only problem? You didn't want to

CW: 18+ MDNI! Some suggestive/steamy material, but no smut (in this part, hehe). Lots of angst. But also fluff. Jake is an ass. Use of medically sanctioned drugs. Medical emergencies. Inappropriate work place behaviour (don't date your caregivers, people!). Use of Y/N.

Author's note: This nestled in my head and refused to let go. So I managed to write a fanfic after a year of living in a creative wasteland of a mind (I blame my Master thesis which is now done!!???) This is somewhat inspired by Michael & Sara from Prison Break.

There are probably a LOT of inaccuracies about the navy, and some with the medical emergencies, but bear with me, haha!

Please read and comment! I'm somewhat tempted to write a part 2 of their - first date ;) Maybe if people like this one?

Word count: 7692

Reader’s callsign is Steth

The first time Bob met you was the first day he arrived at Top Gun for the uranium mission. All the candidates had received a physical exam before the first briefing, just to make sure everything was still in shape for the ordeal ahead.

A nurse had called everyone into the exam room one by one. Fanboy had whispered something to Payback when he left, making the two of them snigger. Jake let out a long whistle.

“Damn” he drawled, that annoying, self-absorbed smirk etched across his face. “I hope she’s always on call.”

Bob and Natasha exchanged a look, Nat rolling her eyes.

“Lieutenant Robert Floyd?” the nurse called. Bob nodded before adjusting his glasses and following the nurse into the exam room. It looked like on any other naval base’s doctor’s office he’d been to. Simple, sterile, cold. “Here we are.”

You looked up from the file placed on your desk and suddenly, Bob understood what the other guys were on about. You were absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. But it wasn’t just that, it was the way you seemed to command the entire room by just looking up. “Thanks, Care” you said, giving the nurse a smile before turning your attention back to Bob. “Please, sit.”

He crossed the room in quiet strides, sitting down on the exam table. The thin mattress creaked under him, filling the otherwise quiet room.

“Good morning” you said, giving Bob that same smile. “I’m Dr Y/N Y/L/N, but you can call me Steth.” You glanced down at the file for a split second. “You have a callsign, Lieutenant?”

“Uhh…” He cleared his throat, glancing down at his feet before continuing. “Bob.”

You looked like you tried hard not to laugh. “Just Bob?”

“Just Bob” he confirmed, feeling bashful.

“Alright.” You grabbed the notepad. “How are you feeling today?”

“Fine” Bob answered, clearing his throat.

Your head tilted to the side as you watched him. “Nervous?”

God, was he that transparent? Of course he was nervous. The nerves had been prickling at him all morning. Not because he didn’t think he was up for the job, mostly because this was unlike anything he’d done in his career so far. The high-level security, the secrecy, the unknown elements even for the most talented pilots. “A bit…” he finally answered.

You chuckled slightly, jotting something down on your notepad. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t. We offer everyone on staff counselling when needed. We have a great psychiatrist on call. If you ever need anything, stop by my office.” Bob looked at you for a second, into those large, beautiful eyes that held so much gentle confidence, like you could tell so much more than you let on. “Now… When was your last medical exam?”

Bob had a feeling you already knew the answer. All his medical records had without a doubt been transferred. Still, he answered. “A couple of months before I left Lemoore.”

You nodded, more to yourself than him, making another note. Were you making sure he was honest with you? “Have you had any medical events since then?” Bob shook his head. Another note. “Are you using any medications not updated in your charts?”

“No, ma’am.”

You gave him a look of amusement, tapping your pen against your knee. “Steth is fine. You don’t need to call me ma’am.”

“Yes, ma’am – No – No, not no.” Bob could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks. “I’m sorry, ma-Steth. My mama raised me to be polite…” God, why did he add that last part? It made him sound like a total mama’s boy. Which he was, but not in a bad way! He hoped…

You let out a low chuckle, lips pursing as you looked him up and down. “Well, kudos to your mama.” The morning light shone through the window, and Bob couldn’t help but notice the way a small scattering of freckles decorated your nose and cheeks. “When was your last eye exam?”

“Around seven months ago…”

“You’ll need to make another appointment before the end of the year” you stated, jotting it down. Bob nodded quietly. He was beyond used to it by now.

“Alright” you started, standing up. “Would you mind taking your shirt off? I’m going to do a quick physical and then we’re done.”

Bob’s gaze locked onto the way your legs looked in that skirt and those heels. Black pencil skirt, black velvet pumps, and smooth, soft-looking legs that looked absolutely stunning. He could feel his heart rate speed up. God, calm down! This would not look good on the blood pressure monitor.

He unzipped the top of his green track suit, pulling in down, leaving him in a white t-shirt and his dog-tags hanging around his neck. You stood still for a moment, eyes roaming over him before unwinding your stethoscope from around your neck.

“I’m just going to listen to your heart and lungs, okay?” Bob nodded and you walked the short distance to stand by the edge of the exam table. Your scent immediately invaded his nostrils. Sweet and warm, like coconut and vanilla. Intoxicating. Somewhere in there, there was a hint of the antiseptic you undoubtedly used on your hands all the time, but Bob barely registered it.

Your hand was warm on his shoulder as you listened to his heart. Bob’s eyes remained closed, focusing on steadying his breathing rather than how the smell of you made him feel. When you moved around to listen to his lungs, he tried to discreetly wipe the sweat that had gathered on his palms.

You wrapped the dark blue cuff around his bicep to measure his blood pressure. The machine beeped as it worked, and you stayed quiet, watching the numbers. “Your heart rate and blood pressure are a little high, but I’ll chalk that up to some first day jitters.”

Ha! First day jitters… Right. It had nothing to do whatsoever with the fact that the necklace you were wearing landed perfectly at the tops of your breasts over the high-necked blouse you were wearing. If he looked close enough, he could see the outline of your bra underneath the lab coat and silk material. Not that he looked.

“Yeah” he murmured, forcing himself to stare at the wall. “That’s probably it.”

You made one last note on your notepad. “Well, you’re in the clear. Clean bill of health. Just don’t forget about the eye exam.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” You gave him that lopsided smile. “Don’t be a stranger, Bob.”

A warmth unexpectedly spread in his chest, intensifying when you held his gaze. “Good day, ma’am.” Realizing what he just said, Bob quickly scampered off before he could try to correct and stumble over his words again.

***

As the training went on, Bob kept seeing you everywhere. Not in a ‘we’re working at the same place’ kind of way, more in a ‘I’m drawn to you and I can’t explain why’ way. He often saw you in the mess hall, eating lunch with the rest of the medical staff, laughing over something or other. You had this warm, infectious laugh that lit up the entire room.

He could also see how much you cared for everyone around you. Like that time you brought coffee and a cupcake to one of your nurses who’d seemed down all day. Or that time Halo had sprained her ankle during a physical on the beach and you had interrupted your day off to help her. Even Hangman caught the good end of the stick when it came to you, despite his overblown ego and flirtatious comments.

One night at the Hard Deck, everyone was in the middle of a pool game when you came in and Bob almost dropped his cup of peanuts. You wore a tight-fitted, cherry red dress, complete with matching stilettos. A pendant necklace perfectly accentuated your cleavage. God, those heels… Strappy, sparkly, sinful. He took pride in being calm and collected at all times, always cool under pressure. But fuck him if the sight of you didn’t make him fantasize about those heels digging into his back, thighs slung around his shoulders as he sucked on your clit until you screamed his name.

But Bob wasn’t the only one. It seemed like the entire bar had gone still, taking in the ethereal creature that had just entered the building. Rooster and Hangman whistled lowly, whilst the other guys just stared. Phoenix gave you an appreciative nod.

“Hey, Penny” you greeted the bartender brightly, taking a seat at the counter. “How’s everything going tonight?”

Penny smiled and immediately started pouring liquids in a shaker without you having to ask. “Hey, sweetie! So far, so good. Where’s the rest of the medical wizards?”

“Oh, on their way. Hey, how did it go with Amelia’s biology quiz?”

Penny’s eyes warmed. She placed an appreciative hand on your arm. “Really well! Thank you so much for taking the time to help her.”

You waved your hand in dismissal. “It’s nothing! She’s such a sweetheart, I was happy to.”

“Well, this one is on the house” Penny answered firmly. “To say thank you.” She placed a brightly colored concoction in front of you.

You wrapped your lips around the straw and hummed at the taste. Bob watched the entire exchange like a man possessed, the cup of peanuts limp in his hand. The round of pool he was a part of was completely forgotten. What even was pool?

The rest of the dagger squad glanced between you, Bob and each other, amusing looks exchanged.

“Hey, Baby on Board, put your tongue back in your mouth” Jake drawled, sniggering over his beer bottle.

Bob’s cheeks immediately flushed. “I wasn’t staring.”

Rooster just chuckled in an overly annoying way. “You kinda were, man.”

“No, I wasn’t! I was just…”

“Just what?” Coyote laughed, taking the next shot at the pool table. “Memorizing anatomy 101?”

The music thumped in rhythm with the blood in Bob’s ears. This was not a conversation he wanted to have with the team. Especially in a crowded bar where anyone could overhear. “No. My mind was just somewhere else.”

“Yeah, sure” Jake mocked. “Somewhere warm, forbidden, private?”

“Oh, shut up, Bagman” Phoenix spoke up in his defense. “Bob, just go talk to her.”

Bob rubbed the back of his neck, hating the way everyone’s eyes were on him. “I can’t. She’s my doctor. It’s inappropriate.”

Hangman scoffed before emptying his beer bottle. “Oh, look at that. I’m all out. Looks like I need another drink. Maybe I’ll buy her one, as well. Unless you want to man up?”

Bob rolled his eyes. “You know Bagman, some of us were raised to not flirt with everything that moves. Some of us were raised to be gentlemen.”

Jake didn’t miss a beat as he popped a toothpick into his mouth. “Luckily for me, Baby, I don’t have that problem.” Then he sauntered off to the bar counter where you were still sitting, playing with the ice in your drink.

You had just finished reading a text from Care, telling you the others were ten minutes away when Jake Seresin sashayed into the seat next to you, toothpick between his teeth, eyes alight with mischief. In truth, he was far from your favorite member of the Dagger Squad, but professional decency meant you had to be nice to him. In fact, your favorite member of the squad was currently snacking on a cup of peanuts, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hangman” you greeted.

“Evening, Doc” he smirked back. “You’re looking fantastic tonight.”

“Thank you” you muttered, twirling the straw around the ice in your now empty glass.

Jake took notice of the action, chuckling in that arrogant way. “Penny, my dear, another beer for me. And whatever my favorite doctor wants, on me.”

“Favorite doctor, huh?” you questioned, a small, indignant smile on your face. Men were all the same, really.

Hangman leaned in slightly, face dripping with male confidence. “Of course! I’ll never say no to an examination from you.”

Okay, eugh… “I’m sure you won’t.” Whilst being a female doctor in the navy meant a lot of recruits flirted with you, the lack of creativity in their lines never ceased to amaze you.

You were practically dreading whatever nonsense was about to spew from his mouth next when a clean, fresh scent of pine and lemon surrounded you. His presence made itself known on your other side before you even had to look up to see him.

“You’re up, Hangman” Bob said, his tone clipped. He yanked his head towards the pool table.

Jake rolled his eyes, smirking wider. “They can wait. Me and the doctor are having an important conversation.”

Bob stepped closer, placing his hand on the bar counter. The two of you exchanged a look, with you shooting him a disgusted look, eyes drifting towards Jake for a split second. “How about you leave the lady alone and go scam Rooster out of those fifty bucks you tricked him into betting?”

Jake’s eyes moved between you and Bob. You had expected Seresin to say something derogatory, or worse; try to stake a claim on you that didn’t exist. Instead, a sly grin spread across his face as he removed the toothpick. “I do have a reputation to uphold, don’t I? Enjoy the drink, Doc!” Then he rose from the seat and meandered back to the rest of the squad.

“I don’t think he needs to scam Bradshaw to uphold that reputation” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Bob shook his head and sat down. “I’m sorry about him.”

“I’ve handled worse.”

For a second, Bob looked at you like he wanted to ask more, but refrained. He looked around the bar. “Are you here alone?” He didn’t ask in a sleazy way, more concerned.

“No, the others are coming in a few minutes. I live close by and was bored. Decided to come early. Plus, I worked a twelve-hour shift today, so I have make use of this dress before the exhaustion inevitably causes me to end up in pajamas, shoving chocolate in my mouth.”

He glanced down at the cherry fabric, roaming the length of your dress. Something flashed in his blue eyes. Something so unlike his usual disposition. A flash of darkness. But when he did it, it made your belly tingle with excitement.

“Sounds like a good night to me” he said quietly.

“Right? With some classic 80’s movie.”

Bob ran his finger along a ridge in the wood on the counter, looking up at you from under his glasses. “Perfect.”

Perfect indeed… What you didn’t add was how every time you imagined that scenario lately, he was always there, cuddled up next to you under a shared blanket, letting those large hands of his wander up and down your thighs before he inevitably snuck them into your pajama shorts, rubbing your clit and kissing your neck as he brought you to climax. Next came the fantasy of the all-nighter of endless lovemaking and orgasms.

Your cheeks heated and you had to turn to face Penny who placed another drink in front of you. You grasped the glass gratefully, hoping the cold would radiate to stop the blush from progressing.

It was no point in hiding it anymore… From yourself, at least. What had started as an innocent note in the back of your head of how attractive the WSO was had spiraled into a full-blown crush. From that first meeting in the exam room, just a couple of weeks ago, everything had happened so fast, it felt like a lifetime ago. Both of your lives were hectic, yet the universe always seemed to make room for you. He always asked about your day, like he actually cared and not out of politeness. He opened the door for you, smiled in that genuine way, laughed at your bad jokes, shared so many of your interests. How were not supposed to like him?

“Don’t put this on Hangman’s tab” you told Penny as a way to distract yourself.

She snorted. “Sure thing, sweetie.”

“Probably a wise choice” Bob snarked, laughing at the look on Penny’s face. “He doesn’t need the extra ego boost.”

You laughed involuntarily. This quietly snarky side of Bob was your favorite. He looked so innocent and sweet, but his words didn’t mince when he wanted to. He also looked hot tonight. The usual navy gear had been exchanged for a pair of dark jeans and a pale blue shirt that brought out those baby blue eyes of his. The jeans hugged his ass in that perfect way. Because you had absolutely looked when you came in, the second he turned to say something to the squad. A pair of faded cowboy boots adorned his feet. Before his first medical exam, you had read in his file that he was born and raised in Montana. The clear nod to home was so endearing and hot at the same time.

As you reached for your drink again, that familiar stiff feeling in your skin returned. One of the downsides to always using disinfectants on your hands was the dryness. No matter how many times a day you moisturized them. Reaching for the tube of hand cream you always kept in your purse, you sighed as the cold ointment made contact with your skin.

“Dry hands?” Bob asked, eyes concerned.

You snorted. “Yeah. Downside of the job.” You glanced down at the sweet-smelling vanilla and coconut cream with a nostalgic smile. “Last year, the nurses gave me a bunch of these for my birthday, bragging that it was a one-year supply. If this tube lasts until next Wednesday, they’ll be right.”

Bob nodded slowly, accepting a coke zero from Penny. “I made an appointment for an eye exam.” His tone was almost searching, as if he desperately wanted to say something. Then he closed his eyes in what almost looked like embarrassment, like that wasn’t what he meant to say.

You had to hold in a laugh. But then you sobered up and looked him dead in the eye. “Good boy.”

It took approximately two seconds before Bob more closely resembled a tomato than a human being. You were toeing the line, and you knew it. It was so unprofessional, but you couldn’t help it. Everything drew you closer to him, and the way he responded made it worth it. The way he shifted in his seat, fingers flexing around the glass bottle made the dirtiest fantasies explode behind your eyes.

Slowly, he turned his head to face you. A vein pulsed in his neck, chest rising and falling faster than before. It looked like he was going to say something when a pair of hands sharply grasped your shoulders, destroying the moment like a missile to an aircraft. The culprit turned out to be Dr. Andrews, closely followed by the rest of the medical team.

“There you are” he exclaimed loudly. “Sorry we’re late!”

Bob rubbed the back of his neck before standing up. “I won’t hold you. Have a good night, Steth.”

The disappointment rumbled in your belly, but you couldn’t let it show. “You too, Bob.”

***

When you came into the office that following Wednesday, the first sight that greeted you was the bouquet of mixed pink and red flowers on your desk. Next to it was a box of expensive chocolates and three tubes of your beloved hand cream.

A warm feeling of gratefulness washed over you at the kind gesture from your friends and colleagues. Always so thoughtful. Care knocked on your door before entering. “Happy birthday” she greeted, stepping up to give you a hug.

“Thank you” you answered, still smiling from ear to ear. “And thank you so much for these! They’re beautiful!”

Care tilted her head to the side, inspecting the gifts on your desk. “We didn’t get you that. We were going to take you to dinner this weekend, but don’t tell the others I told you that.”

You chuckled absentmindedly and rubbed a petal between your fingers. “Who are they from, then?”

“Your parents?” Care suggested.

You frowned in confusion. “Maybe…”

“Anyway… Don’t forget about the meeting in twenty.”

You nodded, eyes still on the flowers and chocolates. “I’ll meet you there.”

As Care left the office, you noticed a small note tucked carefully between the stems. Your fingers trembled slightly as you opened it. A small, neat handwriting was centered in the small card.

Happy birthday! I know I’m stealing this idea, but I hope you’ll still like it.

All the best,

Bob

Butterflies erupted in your belly, bringing a storm of hot lava and even hotter feelings. He remembered. He remembered everything! He was so unlike anyone else you’d ever met. So attentive. A stupid, dopey smile refused to leave as you held the small card as if it was made of gold.

God… You had to find him and thank him as soon as possible. You had heard through the grapevine there was an important flight test happening today, but hopefully you could catch him later.

***

Later didn’t come in the way you had imagined. In fact, it turned into a complete nightmare. Hondo had called to inform you that Phoenix and Bob had encountered a bird strike and had been forced to eject from their F-18 and were now rushed to the naval base’s emergency care. You had been called in to receive them together with Andrews.

As the paramedics rushed through with the two unconscious pilots on gurneys, you immediately sprang into action. “Bring Floyd over here” you ordered loudly, leaving no room for argument. “Give me some stats!”

“Lieutenant Robert Floyd. GSC five, heartrate is stable at 102 bpm, blood pressure is at 140/90, possible head trauma on impact, a central line prepared in route.”

“Robert?” you called as you briskly walked with the paramedic. “Robert can you hear me?” He mumbled something incoherently.

“Trauma three” the charge nurse ordered and you nodded, following the paramedics.

“Everybody get ready to move him” you ordered, and the nurses and paramedics all fell into position. “On my count. One, two, three.” Bob groaned loudly at the handling, body tensing up. At least he seemed slightly more alert than when he arrived… Your heart stampeded in your chest, fear crawling all over you. All the ‘what ifs’ swam in your hand, fighting for control over your mind. It took a split second to center yourself. If you couldn’t stay in the moment now, you were of no use to Bob. “Let’s get a milliliter of morphine for the pain.”

“Right away” a nurse responded, moving to prepare the shot.

“I want a full body x-ray and a CT of the head and spine!” Another nurse rushed to get the x-ray plate and placed it under him.

“Morphine’s in!”

“Good!” you answered, checking the x-ray plate and smaller machine used in the trauma rooms. “Everybody clear!” The machine beeped loudly before producing an image of his upper body. He’d need the proper CT in the other room, but at least this could give an indication of the worst in his upper body.

“Nothing broken” you confirmed, letting out a short breath. “But let’s get a quick ultrasound of the belly, I don’t like that shadowing.”

The thing about a naval officer not having any broken bones after an ejection was that it always made you worried about worse internal damage, like bleeding organs. If that was the case, he’d need to be flown out to the hospital in San Diego.

A nurse unzipped his flight suit and lifted the shirt underneath. He squirted some gel onto his belly and you grabbed the probe to exam him. “No internal bleeding” you confirmed, squinting at the monitor. “Could be some bruising.” You removed the probe and the nurse immediately wiped the gel off him. You stepped back. “Alright, everyone! Let’s get him to CT!”

The group of nurses grabbed the hospital bed and started rolling him out of the trauma room. You stayed behind, breathing deeply to steady yourself. All in all, it looked like he was extremely lucky, but that didn’t ease the nausea climbing up your throat.

A few seconds later, the hospital bed Natasha was lying on was rushed in the same direction Bob’s was. Dr. Andrews stepped up to stand beside you, sighing. “How’s Floyd?” he asked in a short, concentrated tone.

“I think he’ll be okay” you whispered, barely believing the words. “How’s Trace?”

“Same. It’s a miracle it wasn’t worse.” You nodded, more to yourself than your colleague. “Come on, let’s get them some more permanent beds.”

The CT confirmed no serious head trauma and no broken bones in the rest of Bob’s body. Some kind of angel was clearly looking out for him. He’d been transferred to a new hospital bed, hooked up to several monitors, an IV-drip connected to his arm. He’d been in and out for consciousness for hours.

You’d been checking on him more often than protocol deemed necessary after informing Maverick about everything. As soon as you had a minute to spare, you were there, watching his steady breathing, his slightly pale face contorting slightly when the machines beeped.

The tears of worry burned in the corner of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. This was not the time, even though this whole ordeal had made all those secret fantasies seem so fragile and all you wanted was to hold him until the end of time. You wanted to feel that steady pulse of his heart with your fingers, feel the beat against his chest, not as some kind of a mechanical sound from a machine. Just to make sure he really wasn’t going anywhere.

“Y/N?” Care asked carefully as you checked Bob’s IV for the hundredth time that evening. “Vital is here, and your shift ended two hours ago. You can transfer his care.”

“No” you refused stubbornly, not even turning to face her. “I’m staying.”

A sympathetic smile tugged at your friend’s features. She was the only one who knew about your secret feelings for the WSO, having spent many hours debating the futility of your crush. “Alright. I’m clocking out. Let the others know if you need anything.”

You nodded shortly and she walked out, leaving the room with a heavy silence only interrupted by the beeping monitors.

It could have been minutes that passed, maybe hours, you had no idea. But eventually, a raspy voice filled the room.

“Y/N?” Bob’s broken rasp was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard. It was also the first time you’d ever heard him call you by your first name. Not doctor, not ma’am, not Steth. Just Y/N. It did more to you than you cared to admit at the moment.

“Bob” you breathed, the relief evident in your voice. “How are you feeling?”

His eyes opened slowly, blinking in the harsh light. The tired defeat in his eyes made you even more anxious to hug him. He looked around the room before settling on you, squinting. “Glasses?” You quickly helped him put them on. He smiled weakly at you before shifting. “I’m a little queasy…”

You nodded, placing a hand on his arm. It was surprisingly warm. “You don’t have a concussion, so it’s probably the morphine. I’m just going to check your temperature.” Bob nodded and closed his eyes as you placed the thermometer in his ear. “Can you tell me what happened?”

He chuckled lowly. “You want to check my memory?”

“Yes” you deadpanned. “Now tell me.” Slowly, but surely, Bob recounted the entire incident from start to finish. “Good job.”

“How’s Nat?” he asked as you checked on his IV again.

“She’s doing okay” you confirmed with a gentle smile. “But we’re keeping you both overnight for observation. I also think Maverick has informed both your parents about the incident.”

“Great…” Bob scoffed quietly. “I bet mama has been chewing his ear off for an hour and is now personally on her way over to ground me forever.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll live to fly another day. I’ll personally confirm your perfect bill of health to your mother.”

He tilted his head with an affectionate look in his eyes that made you melt. “Thank you for taking care of me” he said with such sincerity, it threatened to bring the tears to the surface again.

“Of course” you choked out and sat down on the stool next to him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” he asked gently.

“Promise” you confirmed.

In this moment right here, it was as if only the two of you existed in the world. A perfect bubble that protected you from the reality. In here, you weren’t Dr. Y/L/N and Lieutenant Floyd, you were just Y/N and Bob. And it felt perfect. In here, you could indulge the fantasy of being his and him being yours, without the obvious problem of you being his doctor and the fact that there was no guarantee that he’d even stay in San Diego after the mission. And the last thing you needed was another heartbreak.

“Thank you for the birthday gift” you whispered. “I loved it.”

“You’re welcome” Bob whispered back. “I’m glad you liked it… Happy birthday.”

You bit your lip slowly and his eyes snagged on the moment. Every fiber in your being pulled you towards him, and you couldn’t help reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from his face. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at you with a longing look. Your fingers trailed to cradle his jaw. Stubble scraped your fingers, and you loved the feeling. Bob’s hand carefully covered yours. There were so many things swimming in those baby blues, so many things you wondered if he’d dare say in the quiet of the night.

Those lips of his looked so soft and enticing. If he kept looking at you like that, you might just see if they tasted as good as they looked, consequences be damned.

“Steth…” he murmured, leaning into your touch. “I–”

Just then, the door opened and you yanked your hand back as if it had been burned. The both of you cleared your throats and you quickly straightened up. Maverick peeked his head in, looking concerned. “Just checking in” he said quietly. “How are you doing, Bob?”

“Okay” Bob answered awkwardly.

Maverick nodded, taking in the scene in front of him. A knowing smirk spread across his face, but he didn’t say anything about the obvious interruption he’d caused. “Everyone sends their love. I’ll make sure you can talk to your parents tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry if my mom gave you a hard time” Bob chuckled.

Maverick waved his hand lightheartedly. “She was just worried. I’ll make sure she takes it out on you tomorrow. See you in the morning.” Then he left quietly.

You rose from the stool and checked his vitals one final time. Maverick’s interruption had been like a bucket of ice water on your hormones. A proper reminder of why getting involved with Bob would be a bad idea. You’d just have to find a way to get over it.

“Get some rest” you told him, forcing a smile.

Bob settled back against the pillows, pulling the covers higher up. “Yes, ma’am.” There was a teasing note to his voice, pulling an unwilling smile from you.

“Okay, Lieutenant Floyd.”

***

Bob and Natasha had been chosen to participate in the secret mission they’d been training for for the past weeks. And whilst you were insanely proud of him, you were also scared shitless. This was nothing like after the bird strike. Now there was a scarily real risk he wouldn’t return. As a doctor not directly involved in the Dagger Squad alone, you hadn’t received the particular details about the mission. However, the gossip ran deep in a place like this, and the base wouldn’t call Pete Mitchell back for a mission for the faint-hearted.

You were preparing your usual cup of caffeine-free tea you made at the end of every shift to to calm down. You had been assigned to join the crew on the supercarrier as a first line of emergency care if anything happened to the pilots. The transport left in just an hour. But you just needed a few minutes to yourself to process everything before go-time.

Bob would be there, too. And that thought terrified you. You hadn’t seen him as much in the week after everything happened. The mission had been moved up and he’d been so busy. Probably for the best. It gave you time to process how to do this without letting your feelings get in the way.

“You also drink tea the night before a mission?” the object of your desire joked behind you.

Your entire body stiffened at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting, yet unnerving. But you plastered a smile onto your face and pretended everything was fine. “I drink tea after every shift, but yeah. I suppose I do then.”

Bob hummed and stepped up to the coffee station behind you. “Chamomile, one sugar, milk. You?”

“Lemon and ginger, two sugars, no milk.” It felt natural to exchange tea preferences, but you had to remind yourself it wasn’t. Or at least it shouldn’t be.

“Sounds nice. Maybe we should trade one night?” His smile was so gentle again, pulling you in.

Something soft settled in your belly. “Maybe we should…”

Bob turned his entire body towards you as he let the tea steep. “Listen, Steth… I wanted to tell you something.” He waited for you to say something, but when you didn’t, he continued. “You have been a big part of keeping me sane these past few weeks. I’ve probably been more scared than I’ve wanted to admit, but you’ve helped a lot.”

For a few moments, you honestly had no idea what to say. It felt so much like a confession, without actually confessing. What did that even mean? Did he mean it in a friendly way, or more than that?

“Really?” you asked dumbly.

“Mhm…” There was a pink tint to his cheeks, glasses glinting in the sundown streaming in through the window. He was so beautiful. A coy smile lit up his eyes.

“I’ve… I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. I’m really proud of you.”

His entire face lit up at the praise. The air was thick with tension as you stood there, watching each other. Neither of you seemed to want to be the one to break first. Electricity zapped between you, but you knew deep inside you had to step back before you got shocked. All you wanted was to throw yourself into his arms and never let go. Yet you turned to face the steaming paper mug of tea beside you.

After placing a lid on the cup you turned back to face him. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. With each try, your hope flared that he’d say something more. But he didn’t.

“Good luck tomorrow, Bob” you whispered. “Goodnight.”

Turning around, you started to walk out of the break room. A few minutes in your office would have to do before stepping onto the transport. The go-bag was already packed, everything was ready. All that was missing was the cool head and professionality hidden behind all these confusing feelings.

Disappointment bubbled inside you as you walked away, mingling with the knowledge that it was probably for the best if neither of you acted on your feelings.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Bob asked suddenly, stopping you dead in your tracks. His voice was nervous, rushed, as if he couldn’t believe was he’d just asked. But there was a finality to it, assured that he’d finally said something.

You didn’t turn around to face him. Instead, you just looked at the door. A goofy smile erupted on your face, an excited, giddy feeling spreading throughout your entire body. All the dreams, all the fantasies, it was nothing compared to this. When you’d pictured Bob asking you out, it hadn’t been like this, but this was somehow so much better. The urgency in which he’d finally asked felt like he couldn’t go on this mission without putting his heart out there.

Then those fears started rearing their ugly heads. All the reasons why this was a horrible idea swam in your head, but for once, the feelings outweighed the fears. You’d deal with the consequences later. Maybe you’d have to do some sneaking around. But that was later. For now, you needed Bob to remain focused on the problem ahead.

Slowly, you turned back to him. A small smile played on your lips. “Come back alive and we’ll talk.”

***

Standing in the control room on the supercarrier felt like a blur. Bob didn’t have time to speak to you before everything. A part of you was terrified that last exchange was going to be the last one you would ever had. Fear chained your heart as Natasha and Bob strapped themselves into their F-18 behind Maverick. The white medical suit you were wearing felt too tight against your skin, clinging to a layer of sweat and dread.

The team behind the controls worked in a precise manner, calling out orders and keywords you couldn’t remember if your life depended on it. The only part you caught on to was when Bob left the air strip, leaving you alone with the precarious balance of fear and needing to do your job. In a way, this was the test you needed.

The reality was that you would always have a responsibility for Bob even if you entered a relationship. Here, you were a medical professional, and you couldn’t compromise that even if something happened to him. What would have happened if you’d gotten Natasha instead of Bob after the bird strike? Would you have been able to care for her without being distracted by thoughts of Bob’s well-being?

And what would your superiors say? Would they even allow it? And if they didn’t, who would face the consequences? Probably you. The navy needed Bob more than it needed you. Medical professionals were always replaceable, great pilots weren’t.

But first, Bob needed to survive.

Someone announced that they were approaching the canyon they’d fly through and your adrenaline spiked. The point of you being here was to listen for any medical anomalies, give advice if necessary and be the first to care for any returning pilots. You tried to focus on that instead of the unknown.

The canyon was an adrenaline-inducing blur of words you didn’t fully comprehend in your stressed state, but Maverick, Phoenix and Bob made it to the target. Your heart pounded in your chest as they closed in.

Come on, come on, come on, you chanted in your head.

Bob’s urgent voice mingled with Maverick and Natasha over the comm as they followed their leader’s instructions. The control team updated every little detail as you dug your nails into your palms, the sharp sting grounding you.

“Target acquired” a team member updated in response to Bob’s urgent but sharp voice over the comms. “Bombs away.”

Please, you prayed quietly.

“Impact” the team member stated and the room erupted in cheers.

“Miracle number 1” Warlock muttered.

A tiny wave of relief washed over you, but the anxiety still clawed at your heart. They weren’t done yet. Maverick and Phoenix started the sharp ascend up the valley. All you could do was pray that they wouldn’t black out. Dr. Andrews had seen to Coyote after he blacked out during training, and you had had a tense conversation in the breakroom over the real dangers of this mission.

Suddenly, a chaotic energy spread throughout control room when Fanboy’s laser went into a dead-eye. The pilots fought amongst each other as the clocked ticked down faster than what seemed normal.

“There’s no time” Rooster shouted over the comms. “I’m dropping blind. Bombs away! Bombs away!”

Your hands clasped in front of your mouths as you drew sharp, stuttering breaths. Your fingers trembled and your pulse whooshed in your ears.

“Bullseye!” someone confirmed and the room erupted again.

“Miracle number 2…”

“Now they’re in coffin corner.”

A shuddering exhale tore through your nose. It’s alright. It’s going to be alright.

“You’re alright, Steth?” Cyclone asked quietly.

“Fine” you immediately lied. This wasn’t your first time doing this. For obvious reasons, this one was different. But Cyclone couldn’t know that. “Just getting ready for the dogfight.”

“Hmm…” he muttered in response.

Suddenly, it was upon you. Naval planes, missiles everywhere, countermeasures deployed. People were shouting over each other on the comms. The worry and anxiety ran through you like a tornado, the tension so palpable you could cut it with a knife. You kept your ears sharp for any sign that any of them were injured.

After what felt like an eternity, it seemed that the worst was over, that they could finally start heading back in one piece when BAM! A missile tore through the back of Maverick’s plane, sending him crashing down.

People screamed, shouted, called for action. Rooster wanted to circle back. Comanche warned about incoming bandits. Cyclone ordered everyone back to the carrier. Hangman was denied flying cover. Warlock tried to initiate a search and rescue but was overruled by Cyclone.

“We’re not losing anyone else today” he said sharply, causing a wave of nausea crashing through you as you watched the scene unfold.

Losing anyone else… The despair pulsed through your veins. Was he really dead? Had they just lost one of the most talented pilots in living memory? A knot formed in your stomach at the thought. You’d never worked too closely with him, but he was always a good man, a fantastic pilot, always driven and protective.

Rooster made the extremely brave but dumb decision to disobey direct orders and went back for Maverick whilst the others returned to base. The knot in your stomach grew bigger, thinking about what state they’d be in when, if, they returned. Whatever it was, you’d deal with it. You were a doctor, dammit! You saved lives. That was the entire point of the oath.

Just make it back…, you thought. You’d take care of them. All of them.

After another eternity, someone confirmed that Phoenix’s and Bob’s plane was inbound. Immediately, you leapt into action, exiting the control room, a team of nurses flanking you as you all ran out on the tarmac. You put the earmuffs on to protect you from the loud noise.

When they landed, it felt like your heart finally landed with it. Relief cooled your anxiety like aloe on a burn. Everything felt lighter, easier. A gasp rose from your throat as the hood finally popped open and you were met with the most beautiful sight of him. Bob. Alive. Okay. Safe.

Your heart soared with happiness as everyone surrounded the plane, cheering them on for a job well done. Bob took off his helmet and looked around as he exited the plane. People swarmed them, slapping their hands on his and Natasha’s shoulders, congratulating them, offering praise for the amazing flight performed.

You stood back, letting them have the moment. They deserved it, all the spotlight. It became even more of a ruckus when Payback and Fanboy landed. The swarm seemed to become even more excited as they too exited their plane. It warmed you to see them getting the recognition they deserved, even though the loss of Maverick and potentially Rooster still hung in the air.

Bob kept looking around, straining his neck to look beyond the crowd, even as Fanboy wrapped his arm around Bob’s shoulders and shook them vigorously. Natasha hugged Payback, exchanging a smile that was both relieved and heavy at the same time.

Finally, his eyes locked on yours. A fire seemed to light him up as he extracted himself from the mob. Time seemed to slow to a halt as he moved towards you. Your legs moved on their own, reaching for him like a compass to true north. His breathing was heavy, forehead soaked in sweat from the helmet, but all you could see was the love in his eyes. Unmistaken, real longing that matched your own.

When he finally reached you, you didn’t even have time to say anything before his hands had cupped your face, his lips pressing onto your own. Your arms were instantly around his back, clinging to him like the only lifeline in existence. He was here, he was safe, and he was yours. His lips moved against yours with the urgency of a man who had quite literally, escaped death.

Everything exploded in your heart as people hooted, clapped and shouted. The noise faded into the background as Bob pressed his forehead against yours.

“Way to go, Baby on Board!” Hangman shouted somewhere in the background, but you ignored him.

Bob sighed, heavily, grounding. You reached up to caress his face, feeling the heat and drops of sweat that made it so undoubtedly real. “Thank God, you’re okay” you whispered, threading your fingers into his damp hair. He pressed even closer to you, completely ignoring the crowd. “I’m here” you assured him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not” he muttered, and there was finally some levity in his presence. He leaned back to take in the lines of worry and relief on your face. A glint flashed in his eyes as he broke out in a toothy grin. “So, how about that dinner?”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop yourself, mixed with all the emotions that had stampeded through you today. “Yes! Yes, I’d love that! Sooner the better!”

Bob chuckled, reaching down to pull you in by the waist. “Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“It’s a date!”

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