No Avengers. Just two people with nothing in common. Or so they think.
Heart Beat: a SarahBucky AU - Preview
Vampire!Cardiologist!Sarah Wilson / Vampire!James Bucky Barnes
I remember the feeling,
My hands in your hair, hands in your hair.
Feel your heartbeat, heart beat
Right next to me…
—“Heartbeat” by King Crimson (Belew, Fripp, Levin, Bruford)
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SARAH
The cellphone alarm rang on the nearby chair.
Sarah reached over from the chaise, tapped the screen, sat up and removed her eye mask.
She picked up the phone, checked her messages and was instantly relieved to find none for the past 25 minutes, so she stood, stretched, walked over to the window and opened the blinds, grateful that she could have 5 more minutes of relative peace.
She took the carafe out of the mini-fridge behind her desk, and put it in the microwave that was hidden in a credenza.
As her drink warmed, she quickly stepped into her clogs, looked in the mirror inside of the little wardrobe she’d had installed in her office, and made sure she didn’t look rumpled from the now going on hour 7 of an unexpected 14 hour shift.
Graveyard to…whenever. She’s one of the lucky ones that has no time constraints, but a nap refreshes everybody, regardless.
Her laptop had almost finished charging so she sipped from her LSU alumni mug and looked over the folder that was on the top of the pile.
There was a snapshot of the patient stapled to a police report.
Something was…familiar about him. She felt like she’d…
(…seen him before. Soldier…more than that…different now. I know him. From…Before—)
The chiming of her cellphone brought her back to the present.
She quickly stepped into the tiny bathroom, brushed her teeth, rinsed, lightly touched up the pop of lip color, checked to see that her curls were still poppin’…and she smiled.
(Meemaw was right. Age ain’t nothin’ but a number and Black sure don’t crack.)
Finally donning her white coat, she habitually ran her finger over her name:
Dr. Sarah Wilson, Cardiologist
Notre Dame Hospital ~ Est. 1917
She drapes her stethoscope around her neck, picks up her laptop and folders, takes a deep breath— in for 3…out for 4 —and before she turns the doorknob she whispers:
“Pa fè mal…”
and she walks out of her office into the bustling hospital corridor to go meet her first patient of the morning.
Barnes. Sargent James Barnes
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This was just a preview. Here is Chapter 1 : The Beautiful One is Coming
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GLOSSARY
Pa fè mal Do no harm
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All this is because @palettesofrenaissance got me thinking…