thedocxlevi

[thedocxlevi]

Levi often wondered how different his life was and he never really questioned fate or anything like that. He so wished he believed in fate that his life was in his own hands. It was funny because the doctor was a contradiction, he always told his son that he could be whatever he wanted. Yet, Levi did not believe that about himself too. Sometimes he wondered if he could love, he questioned his feelings and he wondered if he could feel anything. Even at the moment, he did not know what he felt about the other and why they caused an interesting reaction.

Still laying on the sand he looked at Hal for a moment before sitting up and looked deeply into their eyes after the male finds his hand. Strange images and memories danced in his head, like a corrupted video file that you can't make up of the image. "You sound like you were there when I was younger and speak as if you knew me and my mom," he spoke his voice cold showing the empty and missing memories of that time.

"If only we knew each other. Sadly, I don't have any memories before I was seven," he shrugged his shoulders.

To Halil, the popular concept of pre-determined fate was bullshit. What was the purpose of being alive if one couldn't choose where they ended up? It would make God real and render intuition nearly useless; more to the point, it would take away autonomy, wonder, adventure, and in some respects, joy. It wouldn't be a world that he'd like to partake in, if he had no ability to be, do, and feel whatever he wished. Choices built the outcomes of life, nothing else. And he'd go to his grave believing such things. To some degree, his actions were determined by a higher authority - The U.S education system, Ezra, his family, but every choice that he made was his own, even within those parameters; as long as he understood the consequences of every decision as well as the benefits and weighed them before acting, he could accept where it led him. Except here, with him. Here, distance turns to closeness and all thoughts of fate are pushed away briefly. He doesn't realize it right away, how his jaw subconsciously leans into his chilly, calloused palm or how loudly his heart thunders in it's cage as he leans in and speaks words that fall silent in his mind. All he's focused on is the way that his breath ghosts over his lips and the familiarity that captures him without them ever having been together in such a fashion. One of them was supposed to be a girl. It makes him chuckle under his breath, looking away as Levi lays down - his bad, he supposed. He'd had everyone fooled for a long time, including his mother, who nearly fainted when she realized how wrong she'd been. He takes a breath now, his demeanour different, slightly bashful - a soft, sensitivity that only a handful of people saw. "Most people think I'm a neanderthal-" An amused inhale. "You know the ones, always angry, violent, academically inept - I'm not, Levi. In this business, fists get words across better than speaking and speaking can often put you in precarious situations - I do what I have to but when I have the option to not, I don't. You have that same choice, regardless of what your father's family does or thinks or makes you feel like you have to believe." In the sand, for a reason that he'd dissect later, he finds Levi's hand, just barely; not enough to scare him but enough to let him know that he was next to him. "You were made because of lack of caution, not for a specific purpose." He counters, shaking his head. "You didn't believe that when you were a kid, I know you didn't. You gave your mother a run for her money." Sparkly blue find the horizon. "And I helped you." A grin.

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It was sometimes funny, Levi had always liked night better, there was something about it. He found beauty in it and also he was always creative. There was a somewhat inside joke that Levi was a vampire and only comes out of night since majority of his shifts were often at night. So it made him laugh when Elena made that comment. "Not really a surprise, I saw you in the security cameras and maybe I should have not told you that," he teased with a grin on his face.

"I am a doctor, I am offend that you would ask that especially when I put up with terrible coffee at the hospital. There is no way I would have terrible coffee at the house," he smiled. "I just brewed some fresh strong cup of coffee."

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Elena’s heels clicked softly on the worn wooden floor of Levi’s home as she stepped inside, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Surprise,” she called out, shaking off her coat. “Thought I’d crash your weekend and remind you what sunlight feels like outside those city skyscrapers.”

She tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter and scanned the room. “How’s the great New York grind treating you? And more importantly �� got any coffee that doesn’t taste like absolute garbage water?” Her eyes twinkled, clearly enjoying the chance to catch up without the usual White House buzz.

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starter for @kittykap Location: Any place in New York

"Took you forever to get out of your meeting. I thought I would be an old, old man by the time it was done," he teased with a smile and grin on his face as he walked toward her after leaning on the wall. Levi had texted Kitty earlier about lunch. "I knew you would only accept lunch if it was on me," he added teasing with a smile on his face as he gave her a wink. Honestly, it had been awhile since the doctor had seen Kitty or hang out with her. He was off and his son was at day care so he had plenty of time to catch up on this.

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starter for @elizabeaufort Location: Levi's Residence

Levi had taken sometime off, he needed it and had been spending some more time at his clinic. He felt bad if he had to be fully away from the small clinic he had but he was taking time for himself. It had been awhile since he really took a break, distance himself from his family, his drama with his older brother. Sometimes he wished that things were not complicated at all but that was his life.

He had two cups in his hands as he slowly placed on of them down on the coffee table before giving the other to Elizabeth with a smile on his face. "All the kids are down for a nap and I thought you could use this," he spoke softly.

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Levi always enjoyed the view of the city, his mind going to many nights where he was at penthouse looking out into the city, enjoying a drink as he listened to his target who was giving him the information he needed. He let out a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. His mind had been else were lately but he made sure he was present when he was with his son. When they went to bed, he found himself thinking about the past, that night he gave in and felt that darkness he had always suppress and then losing a patient too.

He was glad that they kids were having fun inside, watching a Disney Movie. This is the life he wanted for his kid, for them to play, watch cartoon and be a kid. He was also glad he was able to give them what he did not have. "Just finding it hard to shut off my mind lately. Can't stop thinking about the patient I lost and some other stuff with family," he answered with a sad chuckle.

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At night, the balcony of Hans's penthouse is neither warm nor chill. A breeze comes and goes, occasionally blowing the leafs of plants out of place, but not enough to make them shiver.

The kids are inside, watching some new Disney movie with round eyes glued to the screen. A bottle of whiskey rests on the table between then; the skyline ahead feeding them many points of light.

"So, what's up with you, buddy?" Hans asks. No such thing as beating around the bush. "You've been acting fucking weird lately."

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Levi looked at Hal as the male spoke. He wished he believed what the other was saying but he did not. Choices, choices did he really have a choice? Levi knew that his choices did not matter nor were they ever real. All his life he was thought and trained to believe that, his older brother knew that and often used it to control him a lot, Levi felt like he did not have a choice when it came with his hand and his fate. There was a part of him that believed that he was fighting against faith and destiny; there was only a matter of time before he lose. Can one really fight their faith.

The doctor saw himself as nothing but a tool, a weapon born and created to be used by his family. His brother was the next head of their family and he was made to be his brother's weapon, do everything for his family. He felt cage like a trapped but there was a part of him that refused to be a weapon. Levi was a kind person, that was one thing he was sure off. He cared for people and that was something that was not a lie. He felt like a living contradiction. How come this man's words is causing a reaction to him, slowly shaking the thoughts he believed. His hands had done so much good in the last few years, he had healed but he had also broken and destroyed. He did not know which he believed and he wondered and question when was the last time he listened to his heart.

He shake his head and chuckled, "You are indeed full of surprises. You are still proving my point and I had no clue that you were deep," he spoke as he looked deep into Hal's eyes. It was funny and felt strange because he never looked at a stranger like this. Since they met, Levi had been thinking and wondering if there is more to them and he wondered how could he read someone like this. He never forgot a face he had a photographic memory so why did this man make him feel like this and their word at this moment having an effect on him. "You are a mystery," he whispered as he placed a hand on one side of their face for a moment and just looked at them, leaning closer almost face to face, their lips almost touching before pulling away and he lay down on the sand. "I was not made to think about me...." he whispered to himself.

Against the shore, the tidal waves crash; seagulls yell in the distance; a dog barks somewhere in a nearby yard but between them, silence lingers like a wet, heavy, suffocating blanket. Never had there been such heaviness between them, not in the grocery store, not in the changing rooms at his gym; not as children. There is a certain guilt that trickles over him then, when the truth that perhaps, had he taken the position that his younger brother held now, had he honoured Levi's mother's wishes and married him, maybe he wouldn't be sullen-faced and numb. There wasn't much he could do about that now. Though when they meet eyes for the first time that evening, he wishes that he could murder anyone who had ever wronged him. Halil doesn't fight him this time, doesn't force him to speak on matters that he clearly wished to keep private nor does he leave him to his thoughts like he might've done; he sits with him, listens despite the way it tugs at him to the point where he has no other choice but to blow a heavy breath from his lips, quickly swiping whatever emotion that fallen over the perch of his cheekbone away with the back of his hand.

"Sometimes," Halil whispers, "healing can look like destruction and destruction can look like healing - a surgeon can't heal without first making someone bleed, a man abused in childhood will seem to others like he causes destruction where ever he goes without them understanding that after ever fire, there is fertility and regrowth." "The point is that it doesn't matter what one your hands were meant to be, Levi. You get to choose. It's the intent behind every action that determines what you were made for - and if you had the intention to help but harm followed it, it's a natural outcome, not a reflection of your heart."

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Levi was talking to the nurses, discuss some orders and also getting updates on some of the patients when the other had walked toward the nursing station. Levi listened as he observed the assistant, he had dealt with a lot of a allergic reaction in patients and most of them anaphylaxis. He walked toward her and breath a bit when she said that she was not having any breathing issues. He examined her first a bit before looking and turning to one of the nurse.

"Please get me .03 mg of Epinephrine," he asked one of the nurses before he lead them to an empty room. "Your assistant will be fine. The Epinephrine should help once we give it to her."

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Nandita pushed open the heavy glass doors of the emergency room, her younger personal assistant trailing slightly behind, rubbing at their arm where a rash had started spreading rapidly. “My assistant had an unexpected allergic reaction this afternoon,” Nandita said calmly but firmly as they approached the nurses’ station. “It started with some swelling and itching after lunch—something she must have eaten. I wanted to make sure she got checked out immediately.”

She'd thought about calling 911 but she knew how it would go for something like a potential allergy situation, they'd go through some stupid list and her assistant would be left suffering. "So far she's not having too many issues breathing but...she has been breathing heavier than normal."

Her eyes scanned the busy room until they landed on a steady figure moving purposefully nearby. Nandita gave a subtle nod. “If you could take a look, please—thank you.”

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starter for @leemalkovich

Levi was not really in a good mood nor was he really himself. He had been pushed to his breaking point especially after meeting with his older brother, well his older brother had found him in his clinic a few days back. They had an argument which was nothing new. His brother thought that Levi was wasting his talent and was doing everything he could to push and push. It had been a normal night at the clinic, he had helped a few families before closing up and heading home. The doctor was glad that he had taken time off work and just wanted to get into bed.

He sighed before he noticed someone walking behind him, Levi had a bad feeling and so he pretended to ignore them as he walked, leading them into ally way where no one would see them before they attacked and he attacked back. During the attack he saw the tattoo on the male's arm as he pointed their gun at them. "You are foolish to come after me and I know my brother sent you," he spoke his voice filled with rage. He lowered the gun down and toss it on the floor after making sure it was safe to do so. "Tell my brother he would have to try better," he added as he watched them pick it up and run off. The doctor closed his eyes and just stood there for a moment unaware of another person.

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Normally Levi would have some sarcastic reply back but he was just so tired and numbed. He hated when he was like this. He hated this feeling and he wished he did not have to feel like this and he thought he had escaped from this feeling. This was how he felt when he was younger and before he had his son. He listened to Hal for a moment, he was silent and did not look at him at least not for awhile. He looked out into the ocean, he found the waves so beautiful and loved how the sun light reflected on the water.

He finally looked at Hal after a few moments, running his hands through his hair. "Interesting," he replied back his voice just hollow and empty. "It's nothing for you to worry about, it's even pointless to talk about," he added chuckling.

"It's funny how the role is reserve. Sometimes I wonder if my hands are meant to heal or are for destruction," he looked down at his hands which where shaking a bit. He was unable to shake that feeling and whatever that was if it was a memory or nightmare out of his head.

The end of another school year approached. On the other side of finals and make-up assignments, there was a light at the end of the tunnel in the form of freedom for all five of them. His heart yearned for sticky hands and belly laughter; chasing his eldest into his bed; tugging his youngest to his chest; his girls getting the undivided attention of a man who's life revolved around work. For the most part anyway, the summer also meant higher sales and higher sales meant frequent shipments. Still, the low chirp of sleepy birds, the crash of the waves against the shoreline as he makes his way from his private port to his car, it soothes some of the anxiety that uncharacteristically settled just underneath his rib cage. They'd all left after dinner, his family, but he'd stayed behind to clean up from their afternoon on the sea. It's the sunset that initially catches his attention but light eyes find the back of his head and he can't help the way his fingers drops from the handle of the driver's seat and he follows his gut toward where another person sat in the sand, his hands wrung together. Bare feet pad over the boardwalk, hop the metal fence, and land haphazardly on the sand beneath him. At first, he allows a subtle smile to quirk at the corners of his mouth but when Levi speaks, it disappears.

"I don't hide it. You simply misunderstand it." Halil says quietly, shaking his head; he could feel it, the numbness that only neutrality could lace tones with, beating in his chest as if it were his own. "No," The man assures, sitting himself down in the sand next to the physician. "I guess...one could say that I'm merely good at finding you when you need someone the most, as it seems, you are with me..." Through pursed lips and indecision, Halil decides to keep his humanity this time, unlike the other times they had met. "I don't believe in coincidences, Levi - so lay it on me, what troubles you today? A chaotic break-up? Mid-life crisis? Consumed spoiled shellfish?"

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Levi always loved and enjoyed watching the sunset. Levi was a night owl and loved the night because it was just so peaceful, the world was asleep and a secret world seem to appear when the sun went down. He also loved when the sun came up too because he could escape and hide from a world that he felt a strong pull towards. Most of his memories of the sunrise was after training, his hands often sore and red. He sighed heavily as he looked at into the ocean. The beach was silent, there were no people there yet and he liked it. He had been looking at his hands all night. It was complicated and interesting because the night seem to call the darkness in his blood at night he could not hide the fact that he saw himself as nothing but a weapon and a tool to be used, he could feel the anger, the coldness but during the day he could feel the warm side of his blood that side that wanted to heal and protect. The side that people saw and a side that was sweet and kid.

You can't save everyone no matter how hard you try. Levi thought to himself as he looked at his hands, the waves crashing, he stared at them for a moment. His hands had done good and bad. He had been unable to save someone, he tried his best he could not help nor save them. Since that moment, his mind had been flashing to memories of the past that he could not fully remember, memories of a innocent kid crying. Their hands covered in blood and the sounds of a gunshot filled the room. What is that memory he sighed heavily before looking at the ocean. He sense the other, he noticed the shadow as they walked closer and stood by him. "Are you following me now Mr. there is more to you that you hide?" he spoke his voice empty, not cold not warm at all. Like a mix of the coldness of the moon and the warmth of the sun.

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It seems that Levi mom had more of an influence on him despite not remembering her or his life when he was with her. He had her blood, her kindness and protectiveness. She was someone that liked helping people, and was always there for others. She was an healer and refused to destroy. That blood was strong in the doctor, it was a reason why he opened up his clinic, he wanted to heal despite being trained to hurt, and destroyed. Trained to be a weapon but he refused. It was one of the many reasons he followed the other, he could not help himself. He saw someone that was hurt, dealing with pain and something and he needed to help.

Levi other blood and training also made him not scared, to most, the change of the other's tone and voice would make them scared especially as they came towards him but not Levi. He was not scared about getting hurt, he had been hurt and broken in the name of training by his an old assassin, he had been beaten up by his grandfather and father's men. He could handle pain and almost anything. His body reacted, standing tall, without realizing it, his face also changed too. The male's voice was low and dangerous but he did not mind nor care at all. He listened and just stood. "I followed you because I saw something in your eyes that I have seen so many times," he spoke not really sure of the reason why he followed the other.

"I am not scared of you Hal," he spoke his voice low, the other side and the other blood in him showing in his voice. The voice of the person that Levi worked so hard to hide. "And I do not work for anyone."

Defiance, an uncommon situation in his world; one that could have you being hailed a hero or laid out cold and this stranger could do it so plainly without a second thought. A privilege here but common out there in the world that he had never really known, save for times that he was safe behind the closed doors with his girls and their sons were asleep upstairs. That's when Halil could truly defy the person he needed to be and exist in his authenticity. The deeply angry part of him had no cause, made by circumstance and festered by its continuation but soothed by opportunity it gave him to be an equal provider for their growing family. However, those it benefitted rarely saw it, the flicker of anger when his son disobeyed him, the metallic taste in his mouth when an argument between them derailed the normally calm waters of their home, or the way he would breathe diligently when his uncle would push for his lead. His presence had nearly dispelled it, the residual anger that festered just underneath his skin - until Levi's hands come down in disobedience on his shoulders in an attempt to make a connection that he didn't need despite the way it regulates his system and makes him want to lean closer. He doesn't. Instead, Halil uses the absence of anger to build it back up in his stomach and chest allowing it to weave into the expression on his face. His posture changes then from disarmed to armed and his light eyes lock on Levi as he pushes him away. But unlike he wants it too, it's merely hard enough to make him step backward, holding no true malice or anger. "Really?" He nearly growls his disbelief.

"Let me guess," Halil's voice is low and dangerous. "you followed me in here thinking that I needed comfort for my guilt from a man who understands such things? I don't." The professor says now, less dangerous and a little more breathlessly as he closes the distance between them now, subconsciously albeit its look of purpose. "Who do you work for, Levi? And what the hell do I have to do with it?"

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This was so unlike Levi, why did he follow the other here and why was he so interested in the other. Since their first interaction, he could not explain it but there was this feeling that the male was not like any other person he had met. Maybe he could sense that Hal in a way was just like him. He felt like there was more to them than what they showed, something hidden behind the males eyes. Just like him, Levi knew he had a blood of killers, he could feel the pull and he always felt the pull as long as he could remember. Sadly he could not remember anything before he was six years old.

Levi could not shake this feeling, he felt bad for the other and wanted to help. After all he was a doctor and unknown side of his blood that pushed him away from the darkness in his blood. Levi cared for everyone, there was a major reason why he opened up his own clinic for everyone not caring the background and the reason why they got hurt. He wanted to help them and people, in this case he wanted to help the stranger. Levi knew that he should listen to the male's words but the doctor could be stubborn sometimes and so, he decided not to.

"It's okay, I am not going to hurt you," he spoke his voice soft and calm. It was kind and also it was a voice filled with understanding. Levi placed a hands on the male's shoulders and looked into their eyes for a moment, in the conner of his eye watching the red wash down the sink. "I have been where you have...."

A mixture of soap, water, and blood slips from the ends of his fingers staining the discoloured porcelain sink below with its light pinkish hue. A heavy breath echoes off the almost-barren walls and lockers as if they were in a cave in the mountains and not a bathroom in Queens. With his mind on high alert and his nervous system flared, everything is magnified around him now. The whoosh of the tap water, the distant hum of a vent fan, and the opening door to his left sound like thunder all around him. Even the warmth of the water running over his hands as he cleans them of someone else's blood felt warmer than it should've. It was the blood of someone's child, it was someone's son who was being cleaned up by his men now as he stood alone, here, doing much of the same for himself while hoping to find comfort in his family later on that evening; all to protect his father's name from ever being brought back into the world that he had gotten out of. Light eyes lock with Levi's. He remembers it clearly then; his father's meeting with an associate and another man had degraded quickly into a screaming match in a foreign home. In his best clothes, picked out by his mother, he and his younger brother, along with an older woman search the many rooms for a younger boy, nearly six, who had darted from the study the moment the loud, angry voices of three men rang out in the halls. He'd been twelve at the time, perhaps too intelligent for his own good, Halil had known where he'd gone; it was his favourite hiding spot during Hide & Seek, after-all. Was he that boy? The one who had followed him around like an intrigued kitten when his father would take him with him on business trips? The one who hid behind sofas, kicked him under the table at dinner, or stayed out with him until late evening catching fireflies in the garden? No. A shaky hand, palm out, is followed by a quick 'Don't.' - don't approach him, don't comfort him, don't understand him, whatever it was that the other man held as an idea in his mind. Halil could see it plainly in the colour of his eyes, unguarded, holding a compassionate empathy that he wants to smack out of him. "You - just...stay there."

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starter for @fatihwillms

Levi did have a complicated relationship with family especially his brothers. They were on rocky grounds at least with his oldest brother who believed that the male was wasting his talent and also hated and disliked the fact that Levi became a doctor and choose not to go into the family business. Levi was raised and conditioned to be loyal to his family and despite not talking to them, he still thought of them and kept an eye on them. There was no way he would completely give up on his brothers especially his younger brother Fatih.

Levi did keep tabs on him even before they went to jail and so, he was the first person to know when they came out of jail. Levi was always big brother, despite everything they had been through and despite not visiting his brother and not talking to them after all this time, the ER doctor did reach out and asked his brother to meet him for coffee. Levi had texted Fatih the location of the coffee shop. He arrived early and found a seat and waited. He looked around, glad that the place was empty. He sat and reflected and thought back to when they were kids.

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"Even if it's my own. I can promise you that it will be empty and no one would be around. Plus that's where I have all my medical supplies and it's not too far from here," he spoke understanding why people would not want to go to a clinic. He wished he had some medical supplies in his car which he normally did but they were at his clinic since he was there earlier during the night. He looked at the male and studied their face as he waited for their answer.

Looking down at the linoleum floor, Lee realizes that he's right. There is a trail of red right under his feet, and down the path he'd taken around the store. Droplets, but still.

"All right," he says then — even if he'd stitched himself back up countless times in his fifty-something years of getting in trouble. "But no clinics, aye." He'd had nothing but monstrous experiences, back in England.

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Levi wished that he did not know the dark side of the world. He was standing on thin lines between two words a world filled with blood, danger and violence. The blood in his veins fighting hard fighting so very hard to push him into one side. He knew the look, he grew up with it and saw that look in his siblings eyes and his father's eyes especially after they came back from a mission. He hated that world, the smell of blood was something he got used to from a young age something a child should never gotten use to. There some nights he felt the pain in his fingers, memories from training and also memories from that night that he started to cross that line. The pull was stronger and the only thing fighting back that pull to that world he tried to run away from, he tired to make up from was his son.

He had not planned to run into the other so very soon and he was expecting the same emotion, the same vibe that they had at the store but today it was different. When he looked into their eyes which was filled with a mix of emotions, there was a part of him that kinda knew and understood. He did not understand at all why he went after him. Levi grabbed his jacket and put it on before walking after them into the changing room.

He was silent as he walked toward him. He did not say a word as he got more and more closer.

Early evening; the last of the sun's light casts a brilliant orangish-yellow shadow over the skyline. Reflecting off of skyscrapers and scattering through the barren trees of central park, light at such an hour signalled that spring had finally began to seep into the city. But outside of a gym in Queens, the beauty of such an evening goes un-noticed. Halil had been at the table with his family, watching fondly as his son picked at his sandwich and his girls, their heads tilted back in laughter, spoke of something funny that had happened during the morning, when from his left, a man had whispered treachery in his ear. Despite the angry boil of a normally calm man's blood, he'd helped clean lunch dishes, sung quietly to his youngest son, his tiny body splayed out against his chest and over his stomach, as he rocked him in hopes that he would take an afternoon nap, and poked fun at their partner as he hovered while she tried to work. With a kiss placed to the cheeks of his family, the professor had grabbed his jacket and climbed into a car of his most trusted, just outside of their front door. In through the back door of the gym, through a tiny corridor, with two in front of him and one behind, he motions for them to clear the room of civilians after they make contact with the person in question. He feels himself brush up against another man, notices in the back of his mind, the slight tingle that the contact left on his skin even through the cotton of his shirt but who he is doesn't quite register in his mind. Once he's sheltered from view by his men, that's when it starts. Halil's loud command echoes off of the walls of the gym; the sloppy, eerie sound of knuckles bruising and breaking the skin of another, it's accompaniment. "Babamın adını anma" The man warns, his grip tight on the other's hair. "Aksi takdirde, bir dahaki sefere kaptanın seninle ilgilenmesine izin vereceğim. Tamam mı?!" The man screams, pushing the young man away from him, though he catches his wrist when he stumbles forward to steady him. To his ear, his voice sounds just for them, nurturing, apologetic. "Geçmiş olsun..." As quickly as it began, it ends. Halil can already feel the swell of his knuckles, can feel the dizzy sickness starting to seep into his stomach, but it's only when he makes a move to leave the gym that his eyes lock with another's, unfamiliar yet familiar all in the same breath, and he loses his. Piercing blue can only stare at him from mere feet away, eyes a wild mixture of a feral animal and a scared child, before he disappears into the changing room.

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"Thanks again for helping out with the clinic," he spoke with a smile on his face as he opened the door to the coffee shop. Levi had some time tonight and so spent it in his clinic. A lot of his patients that came in were people who were hurt and came from different factions. Also his patients were those who could not afford medical care. He loved his job as a doctor and tried his best to help people and everyone he could. It had been a busy night, he did not know how he could repay Sole.

She gave up her time to help him out. "What would you like? Coffee is on me."

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starter for @drhkilic

Levi had the day off, his best friend was in town and his son was at Daycare so he had sometime. He had finished cleaning and prepped for dinner so in the meantime the doctor decided to head to them gym. It had been awhile since he had Spar with someone. Growing up, Levi often spar with his father's men but after he left his family and went off to college, he rarely spar with people but did spar on his own. It was nice to have someone to spar with and someone who could keep up with him and read his moves. Levi never liked things being so easy at all.

"You are getting rusty," he spoke as he slammed his friend to the floor before laughing and extending his hand for them to take with a smile on his face. "I am going to grab a drink," he spoke as he walked toward his gym bag shirtless, took out his phone and water. He was distracted taking a sip of his water and walking when he accidentally bumped into that interesting man.