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Dating disaster turns into storm of the century ...

Just bear with me guys I have no idea where this is going or what I am doing.

Brad was finishing up with his last client for the day when he heard the news come over the front office radio a there had been a boating accident between the ferry to the mainland and a local fishing boat.  Brad sighed Mike was 8 hours into a 12-hour shift and being head ER Nurse of a small town hospital it meant he was going to be run off his feet.

Brad sighed there small town hospital was going to be overrun soon by a battalion of first responders, Brad trudged through the snow to his Jeep, turning the heater on as high as it could go, he was a son of California and Maine Winters were not what he was built for.

He drove the jeep slowly out of the hospital parking lot, fat globs of snow falling onto the windshield. Navigating the icy roads he pulled up in front of the Towns large well-stocked grocery store  Bechers Rock may only be a small town but Gina and Poke had made sure their store carried everything and anything.

The chiming bell dinged as Brad entered the store, waving a hello to Gina as she served a customer Brad made his way back to the meat section spotting a familiar dark-haired shape at the meat counter

“Ray, Nate got you out doing the grocery shopping for once “ Brad grinned at his friend

Ray looked over and rolled his expressive brown eyes “Nates all in a fluster, they just put out a weather warning seems we have the storm of the century brewing and that means the mayor's office is all in a panic”

Nate, Ray’s partner was deputy Mayor and thanks to the incompetence of Mayor Schwiete Nate ended up handling a majority of the town's issues.

Ray held up the basket he was carrying “ Going to make up some sandwiches and take them to his doubt that he has stopped to eat “ Ray sighed a fond smile on his face.

It was at Ray’s insistence Brad had made the move from California to Bechers Rock , he had been free falling in a downward spiral since his breakup with his fiance on a spur of the moment decision he had packed his car and driven across country ending up here in this small Island community and strangely happy with his decision.

Mike, one of Nate’s best friend had offered Brad his spare room in the old shorefront house he lived in and Brad had moved in with the few belongings he had brought with him.

He found Mike's calm unflappable manner a soothing presence in total opposite to the manic energy of Ray and the studious intense manner of Nate, but all three had made Brad feel like he had made the right choice, weather aside that was.

Ray peered at Brad's empty basket “ You going to stock up for the storm?”

“I was just coming in to get the makings for soup, though I would have it made for Mike when he finishes his shift,” Brad grinned “The man would live on Eggos and coffee if we let him”

“Your right man he and Nate both have a pretty fucked up sense of nutrition, and they say I am the childish one “ Ray grinned as he spoke narrowing his eyes he looked at Brad “So how did the date go with what's his name “

“Ray please don’t go dragging my mood down,” sighing Brad realised that Ray would not let it go unless he gave him something “It was a disaster so I went home drank too much whisky and beat Mike at Halo”

“So the night was not a total disaster than “ Ray quipped

“Hey Brother, what can I get for you “ Pokes appeared from out of the freezer room

Brad rattled off his meat order and then went to the well-stocked shelves grabbing extra supplies just in case this storm was as bad as predicted.

Ray walked alongside talking a mile a minute Brad half hearing what Ray was saying

“I got a bad feeling about this storm Homes” Ray quietly said as Brad was looking at the selection of candles

“We have been through bad storms before Ray “ Brad answered while trying to decide how many candles.

Looking up Brad saw Ray”s face looking pinched and worried

“I know that Brad but this just feels weird, I cannot explain it something bad is gonna happen I feel it in my bones” Ray looked earnest

“Your Bones Ray, you're starting to sound like the Old Timers,  you will be fine “ Brad tried to reason.

Brad left the store groceries safely packed in the back of his jeep he looked out at the grey harbour, massive storm clouds were building up out to see and Brad could see flashes of distant lightning.

Goose pimples rose on his body, Brad growled he was letting Ray’s paranoia get to him. Taking one last look at the Storm clouds Brad got into the jeep and headed home.

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so over the next couple of days I am going to be taking down some of my older drabbles and shorts of AO3 and re-editing them, but they will be back all together in one series http://archiveofourown.org/series/869883  They are a group of different pairings that I love in Gen Kill and range from so fluffy to OMG I wrote bad porn ..

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Whoo Hoo chapter three for A Man alone is done, just got to edit and get it betaed, that will have to wait for Work to be done, next is chapter four Doc and Walts smutty interlude ( Yup that is what the chapter is called ) 

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So todays plan of attack is finish outlining chapter 3 of Nate / Ray/ Mike ot3 and then Write another Reporter/ Nate story hmmm I can do this I am a coffee fuelled writing menace 

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You and Me verse .Doc & Ray interlude ..

This is an instalment for the You and Me Verse , that The Space Between takes place in , just a short interlude, the beginnings of it all so to speak

March 2003 Kuwait

The day’s live fire training was the bomb , Ray could still feel the last effects of adrenalin. Being in these peice of shit Humvees may be an affront  to Brad's Warrior spirit but they were motherfucking Recon Marines they would make do.

Ray sat perched on the bonnet of the humvee the cooling engine ticking beneath him , people  on the whole tended to misjudge him , they only saw a fast talking foul mouthed hick , and that was fine with Ray, gave him a better chance to observe people and often see things others missed , like for instance the sad and depressing state of affairs currently between the LT, the IceMan and Gunny Wynn ,

Now the Lt is a good man, smart capable and cute in the angel faced kind of way , not that he is into the LT but he knows for sure that Brad is. He has all the respect and love in the world for his TL but Brad is all kinds of fucked up when it comes to matters of the heart and falling in lust with your Lt is all kinds of fucked , not that Brad would do anything to jeopardise his career but still all the signs are there , and by the heated covert glances the Lt swings Brads way the feelings are more than reciprocated , but Ray Ray knows deep down in his little heart that shit is not going to work out well .

Resting his elbows on his knees , chin cupped in his hands Ray let out a contemplative sigh, eyes tracking the steady approach of Gunny Wynn to where Brad and the Lt are standing. Gunny is the kind of guy you want as your Platoon Gunnery Sergeant , good with the guys, solid smart and never yells a bonus in Ray's eyes , plus the amount he has seen and done while in the Marines means he knows what he is doing , and Ray has the feeling they are going to need that in the mission to come. But it's not Gunny Wynn the marine that has Ray perplexed , it's the man himself , Wynn may not show much but to Ray all the signs are there , the man is twitterpated with the LT , and not just the I want to get to know you in the down and dirty sense.

Ray was  shook out his musings by the soft voice behind him “Waters would come to a boil between those three”, looking over his shoulder he saw the familiar camouflage bandana and stern face of Doc Bryan, “Not sure what you're getting at Doc , just sitting here enjoying the sun” Ray breezily replied , Doc arched an elegant eyebrow in answer , giving Ray look that called bullshit , spinning on his heel Doc went to leave Ray to his musings but stopped “ Ray I know you're going to have a lot on your plate being Driver and RTO , but the ripped fuel you got in is not going to help , that shit is dangerous “  Ray gaped and started to stutter out and answer only to be forestalled by Doc “ I am not going to report it , just don’t be stupid with the stuff , we clear “ ...Ray felt himself relax a bit “ Yeh Doc Promise “ , Doc  inclined his head in the direction of the other three men ,I am sure you know to keep your opinions on that to yourself , we don't want to risk losing three good men because of rumour and innuendo” Doc fixed Ray with a hard look

 Ray swallowed feeling awkward and small under the corpsman's intense glare “ Shit homes no , not a word  is going to come from me , just worried its gonna end badly for one of them “  Ray noticed Docs face soften for a moment and a sad smile tucked the corner of his mouth “ Think you may be right about that Person,” Doc clapped Ray on the knee then walked off towards the mess , Ray let out a noisy breath , shit how had the Doc known about the Ripped fuel , and more disconcertingly why did the feel of Docs hand on his knee make his heart beat a little faster

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Hospital au ..fic bit

Mike felt the swoosh of warm air as the automatic doors of the ER closed behind him , walking around to the side alley Mike dug his lighter and cigarette out of his pocket , the evening air felt good , he took a deep drag of the cigarette enjoying the bitter burn , closing his eyes he let his thoughts drift off , Friday nights were notorious for being Hell night , drunk Marines with too much money and time got themselves into a lot of messes , not to mention the summer break crowd who were just starting their annual vacation...and here he was thinking becoming a nurse would be less stressful than his previous occupation, being a Gunnery Sergeant was a cakewalk compared to the insanity and god awful stupidity he had to deal with on a daily basis at Mathilda, At least the new assistant administrator seemed a good sort, easy on the eye too ...taking a last deep inhale Mike let it fall to the ground stubbing it out with the toe of his shoe turning to head back into the madness of the ER he saw Nate standing looking at him , tie loosened and satchel slung over his shoulder , christ on a stick he looked young .

Nate had come into the position as administrator for the ER 6 months earlier , Mathilda has such a large and busy ER department it was though prudent to give it its own admin dept and Nate had come in all wide eyed optimism and drive to take the reins , he had a no nonsense attitude but showed a willingness to listen to the concerns of the staff , so far the ineptitude of the higher ups had not broken Nate , in fact he seemed to fight harder for the staff.

“Did not take you for a smoker Gunny “ queried Nate , a small smile quirking his lips

Mike found himself smiling back “ A man needs to have the occasional vice, keeps him sane “

Nate smiled openly eyes taking in Mike's scrubs and possibly lingering a bit too long, a slight blush showed on his cheeks “ Smoking your only vice ?” Mike laughed “ Well one of the few I can mention in polite company “

This friendly banter and flirting for want of a better word had been going on since they had been introduced, the problem for Mike was he found himself more and more thinking about Nate and not in a let's be friends kind of way   

The sound of sound of sirens broke through their reverie  , one of the large firetrucks that belonged to Oceanside Fire Dept pulled in  Kocher lept out and yelled out too Mike “ Manimals gone and broken his foot , going to need some help here “

Mike ruefully shook his head “ Duty calls Nate , i had better go see what Manimal has gone and done to himself this time ,  you have yourself a good weekend “ Mike walked off towards the parked firetruck , unaware of Nate's gaze following him has he walked off.

“What the hell have you done to yourself 'Manimal'”

The man in question at least had the good grace to looks sheepish “ Well”

“ He dropped a crate of Fire extinguishers” answered Kocher with a sigh

“Yo this is why they won't let us have nice things “ piped up lilley from his spot in the back of the truck.

Mike laughed c'mon let's get your over sized ass into the ER , Doc Bryan is on and I am sure he is going to have more than a few things to say about the intelligence level of the Oceanside fire dept “

Manimal groaned “ Aw shit not Doc Bryan ..guys c’mon don't be cruel “

“Some one go let Chaffin know to bring out a wheelchair , “

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FIc bit for YOU and Me 

“People were much easier to deal with when there was a humvee between him and them, at least when in uniform people generally kept a respectful distance , but being in the Hardware store with Walt he had no cover and damn it people flocked to Walk , it was like he was the proverbial flame and everyone wanted to talk to him. Brad wanted to get out get back to the house where he would not have to share Walt with anyone.”

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Ahh having a loud argument with my Muse ...we will not be hurting Gunny anymore in this instalment my heart cannot do it ...oh and “Brad “Fucking “ Colbert and I are going to have words ...POV of Mike this time by the way ,