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the-hinky-panda · 2 months

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The Medic Series: Part II

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

“Oh damn.” Nan pulls her purse strap over her arm. “Looks like one for you..”

Morgan looks up from where she was organizing cotton balls and tongue depressors for the next day. She had been at the clinic for a week now and already Nan has started to thaw towards her. A couple days ago, eight people walked through the door needing stitches and since Morgan was the new hire, she got all of them. Nan had made a comment before leaving that evening that the work had been neat and efficient so that was what she was going to call her: Stitches.

A man with a motorcycle kutte opens the door for a scared teenage girl with facial abrasions, a black eye, laceration by her hairline, and she’s holding her arm. They both have the same large, round eyes and the same shade of earth brown. He looks nervously between Morgan and Nan.

“You guys still open?”

Nan looks at Morgan. “Are we, Stitches?”

She nods at the trio in front of her. “Of course. I’ll clean up when we’re done, Nan.”

Nan gives her nod and heads out, flipping the sign to “closed” before shutting the door and locking it behind her.

“Alright,” Morgan starts towards the hallway that leads back to the exam rooms. “Just follow me and we’ll get you checked out.”

“Look, uh,” the man pulls out his wallet and starts to pull out all his cash. “We don’t have no insurance, and-”

“That’s okay,” Morgan interrupts. “It’s after hours and our billing department has already gone home.” She winks at him to make sure he understands her implication. He apparently does and puts his wallet away reluctantly. She continues her trek to the first exam room and turns the lights back on, motioning for the girl to sit on the table. “What’s your name?”

“Letty.”

“Letty, I’m Morgan. Nice to meet you.” Morgan starts pulling out bandages, butterfly stitches, and antiseptic wipes. “And who’s your friend?”

A small smile quirks up on the corner of her mouth. “That’s my dad, Coco.”

“Dad?” Morgan looks over her shoulder at where he’s standing in the doorway of the exam room. “When did you have her, when you were twelve?”

“Oh, gross.”

Morgan chuckles and pulls on her gloves. “Sorry. So, tell me what happened. This looks like a nasty gash on your head.”

Letty’s eyes land on Coco with more caution than makes Morgan comfortable. Whatever the answer is, it’s not going to be a good one. Coco pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

“If I want a smoke…”

“You can go out the back of the building,” Morgan tells him. “There’s a small trash can by the door, use that to prop the door open or else you’ll get locked out.”

He nods. “‘K.” He motions to Letty. “You tell her everything. Don’t lie to nurses.”

Morgan waits until she hears the door creak open and the familiar metallic clang of the trash can taking the placeholder spot. “I have to agree with your dad. It’s never a good idea to lie to nurses.”

“So saying I walked into a door isn’t gonna cut it?”

Morgan assesses the cut that runs along Letty’s hairline. “I’m going to say someone bounced your head off a porcelain sink…twice.”

“Damn. You are good.”

“So if it wasn’t your dad, who was it? Boyfriend?”

Letty scoffs. “No. It was a John. I think that’s what you would call him. My grandmother sold me to him so is it a John if it’s long term?”

Thankfully years of hearing stories similar to this allows Morgan to easily school her features but the twist of disgust still turns her stomach. “It’s wrong no matter what we call him. Have you filed any reports with the police?”

Letty shakes her head. “My dad’s in an MC. If anyone will handle it, they will. Unless you have to file a report?”

“I’m new in town. If a MC handles the issue, I’m not about to get in the way of it. As long as it gets handled and you get the hell out of there.”

Letty regards you thoughtful and then gives a resolute nod. “You’re not too bad.”

Morgan starts to say that Letty isn’t too bad herself when a blinding pain erupts along the side of her head. Her knees hit the floor and she sees stars, bright spots blocking out her surroundings, a loud ringing in her ears. She hears Letty curse before a loud crash follows. She’s able to blink away the spots and sees a man, medium height and barrel-chested, trying to grab Letty by the arms. The young girl is putting up quite the fight, kicking, spitting, and scratching like a cornered cat.

This must be the John.

Morgan carries a gun with her but knows it’s illegal since Santo Padre is in a different county than La Jolla and she hasn’t had a chance to transfer her permit over to Imperial County. If she even manages to get to her purse to get the gun, it’ll raise a lot of questions. So she goes with plan B: while Letty is fighting with the man, Morgan crawls over to a specific drawer and unlocks it, pulling out a bottle with a liquid sedative. She grabs a syringe, fills it, and immediately swings her arm to jam the needle into the man’s thigh, pushing the plunger down at the same time.

He screams and lets go of Letty. “The fuck did you do?!”

Letty has managed to pick up the stainless steel tray the stitching materials were laid out on and brings it down on top of his head. Then she brings it down again. And again. His leg gives out and he slumps to the floor, blood running down the side of his face. Letty draws the tray back again, eyes wild, but Morgan stops her from bringing it down again.

“Hey, I can explain an unconscious man but not a dead one,” Morgan tells her calmly. “Come on, let’s lock him in here and call the police.”

Her eyes go even wider at the mention of police. “But-”

Morgan tugs her away from the barely conscious man and slams the door shut behind them. “As far as the police need to know, he broke in to rob us and we took him out. That’s it.”

Morgan goes into another exam room and grabs a plastic chair, shoving it under the doorknob to ensure the man stays there until the police arrive. Releasing a deep breath, she looks over Letty and sees a couple scratches and abrasions from the recent encounter but nothing serious. She reaches up and touches the side of her own head where he blindsided her and her fingers come back bloodied.

“Come on,” Morgan turns the lights on in another exam room. “I can finish your stitches in-”

“How did he get in?”

Morgan freezes. She didn’t even think about that. Nan locked the front door when she left and Morgan would have heard him breaking the glass to get into the clinic. That only leaves the back door that was propped open. Of course.

“Fuck,” Letty starts for the back door. “Coco!”

“Wait, wait,” Morgan reaches out to stop her from leaving. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

Letty pulls loose from her grip. “No, you don’t understand. He wouldn’t let the fucker past him! He was out there fucking protecting us!”

Morgan wipes the blood that’s running down the side of her face now and retrieves her gun just in case there’s something else waiting for them outside. She also vows to never let anyone in again past closing time.

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thisiswhatshefelt · 3 years

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For Olivia | Chapter Three

Author’s Note: We’re still in fluffy territory right now, but things pick up in the next part. I’m having so much fun writing this! Hey, look at me. Writing fluff. Who would have thought? Not me. Characters: Chef Coco Cruz & Black OC

Chapter Summary: Coco and Olivia officially meet for the first time. Previous Chapter: Two

Chapter Three On Park Sundays, Olivia’s always the first one to stir in the apartment. There’s an initial panic just as Shanice remembers what’s supposed to happen on this particular Sunday, but the feeling subsides to an undercurrent as she’s getting Olivia ready. Shanice takes her time in the closet, carefully considering her wardrobe this morning. She opts for a fitted tee and jeans instead of her usual hoodie and hat combo.

She catches her reflection in the mirror and slows her movements, suddenly finding this extra work is ridiculous for someone who may not even show. The anxiety begins to creep up again, slinking into the room.

What if she hates him? Shanice thinks. Or worse, what if she loves him and then he abandons her?

She doesn’t dwell on these thoughts for very long because Olivia is pulling her out the door soon after finishing breakfast. Shanice is still chewing a piece of toast when they get onto the highway.

They’re only at the playground for half an hour and Olivia’s disheveled clothing already looks like she’s halfway through finishing a decathlon. Shanice is watching Olivia go down the slide when she receives a text from Coco, signaling that he’s five minutes away. She beckons to Olivia, and she reluctantly trudges over.

“I don’t wanna leave yet,” Olivia begins to whine in protest.

“No, no, we’re not leaving,” Shanice shakes her head. “Remember I’ve been telling you that mommy’s friend from the other night might come to the park?”

Olivia shrugs, longingly gazing over at the rush of kids now heading to the wooden pirate ship. “The man that bringed the pizza?”

“He didn’t bring–” Shanice shakes the thought out of her head. “Yes, him. He’s coming over here to say hello.”

“How come?”

“Well, you know, he really likes the park, so when I told him we were going to be here, he asked to join us,” Shanice explains in logic that only makes sense to a child. “All you have to do is say hello and remember your manners. That’s it.”

Olivia waits impatiently, fidgeting back and forth on her feet. Shanice is thankful when she finally catches a glimpse of Coco rising from a car in the parking lot. She lifts Olivia and sets the child on her hip as Coco closes the distance between himself and the girls.

“Glad you made it,” Shanice greets him with a smile, and she’s genuinely relieved he’s kept this first promise. “Olivia, can you say hi to Johnny for me?”

Olivia shrinks at the attention, as she usually does with strangers. “Hi,” she says, turning into Shanice’s shoulder.

Coco’s lips part into a crescent, but he can only suck in a quick, soundless breath. His mouth wordlessly falters before smiling and giving way to simple yet weighted beginnings. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. You can call me Coco if you want.”

“Kay,” Olivia’s voice comes out no more than a breath as she lays her head on Shanice’s shoulder and pulls a few of Shanice’s shoulder-length twists over her eyes. Olivia curls in closer, attempting to disappear against the woman.

“It’s alright,” Shanice whispers back, giving a small squeeze. It’s alright, it’s alright. “Do you want to go back?”

Olivia nods slowly and Shanice lets her slink back to the ground.

“Where I can see you!” Shanice calls out to the small, retreating figure before stepping off to the side with some of the other parents. Coco sidesteps to follow her lead.

“Sorry.” Shanice can’t help but apologize. “Olivia’s just really shy around people.”

“Not your fault I’m a stranger,” Coco says. “Maybe I should’ve brought her a gift or something-”

“She doesn’t need gifts,” Shanice shakes her head, holding up her hand to stop him mid-sentence. “Just a little time, if you’re willing to give her yours. She’s a completely different kid when she’s comfortable.”

Coco’s sheepish gaze lands on Olivia and it follows her as she chases another girl over to the ship’s nautical wheel. Without taking his eyes off the children, he starts speaking. “I got another daughter, you know. That hostess at the restaurant?” He turns to Shanice, and she nods to both acknowledge and encourage. “My mom pretty much raised her as my sister until she was twelve. That’s when we let her know, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so pissed. Got her a laptop and a new phone, thinking it would make her happy. She set them both behind my car one day, so I rolled right over them when I was backing out.”

Shanice suddenly snorts and Coco looks at her strangely at the outburst. She cups her mouth with both hands, but it does little to stifle her growing laughter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to say all that.”

“I didn’t even mean to unload that family drama on you,” Coco chuckles, watching her laughter settle. His face contorts into an incredulous half-grin. “Don’t know why I even told you that.”

Shanice understands what he means. Their first two meetings they share are tense, but she allows herself to be nicer today until she’s given a reason not to be. As they speak, this moment is oddly comfortable. Like meeting an old friend…under the strangest circumstances.

“I haven’t been a teacher very long,” Shanice begins, composing herself, “But I’ve learned that teenagers are some of the most vindictive people in the world. Exceptional grudge-holders. It’s pretty impressive, actually.”

Coco smiles as he nods, thoughts briefly somewhere else. “Yeah, Letty’s good at that.”

“Couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t in school,” Shanice leads, trying not to seem like she’s being judgmental or prying, but she is pretty nosy.

“We’re in the middle of moving her into my place. I gotta get her registered for school and all that, so my mom can go traveling Europe and shiiii…” Coco’s voice strains towards the end when he realizes he’s about to swear in the middle of the playground. “She deserves to travel and have some fun after raising Letty. But it’s about to be all on me, and I’m just…”

“Scared?” she offers, and he shrugs. “Understandable. I’m not an expert, but kids mostly just need to feel safe, be encouraged, and be able to trust you.”

“I had all that and still ended up in jail.”

“Good point,” She playfully concedes with a shrug. “Sometimes you just gotta cross your fingers and hope for the best.”

After a beat, he knits his eyebrows together as he recalls something. “Wait, where do you teach?”

“I’m an English teacher at Damon Pope.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, “That’s where Letty starts on Monday.”

“Really?” Shanice shares a similar look of disbelief. “So, you don’t live too far away from us.”

“Right at the edge of town,” he tells her. They get quiet, leaving things unsaid. He’d been living so close to Olivia and didn’t even realize until recently. Within the same school district.

Their conversation is benign after the awkward break. They opt for small talk until Olivia runs over with wood chips sticking to her feet and her hair coming out of her puffs.

“Can we go eat?” she asks, huffing and puffing.

“You want your PB&J?” Shanice asks, reaching to fix her hair.

“PB&J and pizza!” Olivia exclaims with a smile, throwing her tiny fists in the air.

Shanice makes a disgusted face, “Pizza again?”

Coco chimes in with an idea. “How about somethin’ with less preservatives? You two could come back to the restaurant.”

Olivia’s stomach answers for them both. ________

Once at Tres Reyes, Shanice is again overwhelmed by the amazing smell coming from the kitchen. She’d been secretly craving the food since stepping foot inside the restaurant. Letty’s at the front desk and she does a double take when she sees Coco being followed in by Shanice and the little girl.

“This is Letty,” Coco tells her, tapping his hand on the podium twice to pull her attention towards him. She is unabashedly staring at the child. Her little sister. “Letty, this is Shanice and Olivia.”

Shanice and Letty share very heavy nice to meet you’s.

“Where’s jefe?” He asks with a nod.

“Next door, yelling at Chucky again,” Letty tells him, staring at Olivia.

Letty puffs out her cheeks and crosses her eyes, making Olivia giggle through her teeth against Shanice’s shoulder.

“She’s so cute,” Letty gushes, but her voice is low as she seems to be speaking only to herself.

Coco surveys the restaurant with a glance. “It’s pretty slow, you want to help me with something?”

Letty nods.

“I’m gonna bring out a few things,” Coco says as he leads them through the restaurant before landing at a booth near the service window.

Coco throws an arm over Letty’s shoulder and whispers something in her ear as they walk towards the kitchen. By the soothing look in his eyes, Shanice can tell it’s an apology. He doesn’t expect to have his two daughters meet this way, and the weight of the moment doesn’t fully register until now. They go to the back for a while and an older woman with long dark hair approaches the table.

“I’m Vicki,” the waitress greets them. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just a ginger ale for me, please,” Shanice says.

Vicki turns to Olivia, “And what about you, princesa?”

“Apple juice, please,” Olivia speaks slightly muffled, biting the collar of her shirt. Shanice tugs the fabric from between her teeth.

Vicki smiles, giving them both a knowing look before walking away from the table. She wonders how many people Coco has told about what’s happening. Everyone is in on this big secret except Olivia.

Coco and Letty soon walk out with three trays filled with small bowls of toppings. On a single tray was a small tortilla. They place them on the table and Letty seems to linger until the restaurant door opens. She hesitates but leaves to tend to the incoming customers.

“This is kinda like a pizza. We can put anything on it,” Coco explains, picking up the first bowl.

Shanice encourages the moment, “This all looks so good, doesn’t it, Mushroom?”

Olivia only nods, still uncomfortable about her surroundings. She settles onto her knees with her hands flat on the table as she leans closer. She scrunches her face up, squinting with one eye at something in particular. “Where’s a’sauce?”

“We’re gonna spread this on it instead,” Coco says, holding up the bowl of refried beans. He demonstrates spreading it on half the tortilla. “You wanna try?”

Shanice watches as the words spark excitement in Olivia’s eyes. What Olivia actually hears is ‘You wanna help me make a mess?’ Her favorite pastime. She takes the spoon Coco’s offers and starts spreading the beans on the rest of the tortilla.

“Good, now you can put anything you want on it,” Coco tells her, pushing a bowl of shredded cheese towards her.

She dips her little fingers in the bowl and starts sprinkling it all over the pizza, but it mostly gets on the table. She takes some of the cheese from the table in the other hand and stuffs it in her mouth.

“Hey!” Shanice says, briefly tickling both Olivia’s sides, eliciting a loud laugh. She involuntarily brings her arms down to shield her sides. “Don’t eat all the ingredients!” Olivia just eats more, laughing louder.

Coco gets a playful look on his face before taking a small piece of diced tomato. He throws the piece in the air and catches it in his mouth. Olivia is astonished, immediately tries to do the same with the cheese, but it ends up all around her like confetti. Some lands in her hair, but Olivia only laughs again.

“Boy…” Shanice slowly sets her gaze on Coco, giving him a comically blank stare.

Olivia has a diced tomato in her hand aimed like a baseball. She throws the tomato at Coco and he expertly catches it in his mouth. Before Shanice can say anything else, Olivia throws a handful of cheese at her, expecting Shanice to also catch it in her mouth, but it catches her off guard. Cheese falls on her chest and soldiers.

“Sorry,” Olivia sings, but she doesn’t look sorry at all. She’s smiling from ear to ear, stuffing more cheese in her mouth.

Coco lets out a laugh as Shanice eats the cheese from her shirt. In that moment, Shanice can see what Mel found attractive about him four years ago. She notices the dimple in his cheek deepening every time he smiles.

“Love that you taught her that,” Shanice says with playful sarcasm, as she picks cheese out of her hair. “Alright, let’s finish so we can eat the, uh…”

“It’s called a tlayuda,” Coco finishes.

“A yuda?” Olivia questions.

Coco smirks at her pronunciation “Yeah, it’s almost like a pizza.”

“Kay,” Olivia says, focusing on putting more toppings on the tlayuda.

A few moments later, Letty returns with a much neater version of the dish. Her mouth waters at the strips of steak, cheese, and fresh avocado loaded onto the tortilla.

“Sit with us?” Shanice suggests. Letty doesn’t hesitate, sliding next to Coco and bumping him in the process. Coco dramatically crashes into the booth’s half wall, eliciting another giggle from Olivia. Slowly, the little girl Shanice is familiar with begins to emerge.

“Hi, Olivia,” Letty greets her again. She’s trying to make eye contact with a preoccupied Olivia, as if she’s trying to get the attention of the cool kid at school. “I’m Letty.”

“Hi,” Olivia croaks out between haphazard bites of the tlayuda she’s made. She greets Letty out of reflex and immediately looks up when she realizes three sets of eyes are on her. Olivia suddenly plops down on Shanice’s lap, pushing the back of her head against her chest.

“So Letty,” Shanice begins, wrapping her arm across Olivia. “We’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other. I teach over at Damon Pope.”

“Forreal?” Letty asks slyly as she takes out her waitress pen and pad from her apron. She wets the pen with the tip of her tongue. “And which class is that again?”

Shanice lets out a small laugh when Coco’s eyebrows furrow suspiciously. “Why you wanna know?”

“I’m just assuming it wouldn’t hurt to know the teacher personally.”

“I teach English, but I’m kind of known for being a tough grader.”

“Ooh, then forget it,” Letty says, putting her pen and pad down on the table. Coco tsked.

Shanice can’t help but laugh, “Mr. Kochiss teaches British Lit, and I’ve heard a lot of students say that his class has a more…relaxed grading policy,” Shanice says, choosing her words correctly. “But you seem to be a very intelligent girl. If you want a class that’s a little more challenging, I teach Lit Comp. It’s an AP class, but if you’re serious, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“AP?” Letty’s eyebrows raise playfully. “So is that Kochiss with a K or a C?”

“Leticia,” Coco says, his voice coming out as more of a groan.

“Oh, what? I can’t joke now?” Letty asks innocently.

Shanice laughs into her first bite of tlayuda. She has to lean awkwardly over the table because Olivia is still parked on her lap with no intention of moving.

Shanice lets out an unexpected moan when she tastes the food. “This is so good.” She doesn’t realize the way she sounds until she looks up to find Coco’s half-lidded eyes on her. It’s just a flash, but it feels like an eternity when their eyes meet across the table. He quickly averts his eyes down to the table as he taps a song with his fingers.

“When will you…” Letty starts, oblivious to the previous interaction. It pulls Coco’s and Shanice’s attention back. “When are you going to, you know…tell her?”

Shanice loudly clears her throat. “Uh, not for a while. We all still need to get to know each other better. Get comfortable.”

“About that,” Coco interjects. “I was thinkin’ next time we could meet up at the beach.”

Olivia perks up again just then.

“We don’t say eachbay or oolpay or any large bodies of aterway around this one.” Shanice practically hisses the words as she pushes them through her teeth.

“Can we go to the eachbay today? Pleeeease?” Olivia begs.

Shanice threw her hands up in defeat. “Great, now I can’t even say it in pig Latin.”

Coco speaks up, “You know what would be better than going to the beach for just a little while today?”

“What?” Olivia surprisingly doesn’t shy away.

“Staying for the whole day on Saturday. If that’s okay with Shanice, of course.”

Olivia turns around so that she’s kneeling on Shanice’s thighs. The little girl takes Shanice by the face to whisper with wide eyes. “Can we go to the beach on Saddurday?”

Shanice whispers back, mirroring her animated expression. “Yes. As long as you’re good.” Olivia starts leaving greasy kisses all over Shanice’s forehead. “Alright, alright!” she says at full volume now. “Girl, you’re gonna take off my eyebrows.”

“And I could come too, maybe?” Letty asks as Olivia sits back down. For a moment, she’s just a little girl asking to tag along.

“Aye, you gotta be good too,” Coco teases.

Somewhere along the conversation Olivia falls asleep against Shanice’s chest. She looks down at the little girl and is thankful the day doesn’t turn out to be the disaster she’d imagined.

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crimsonheart01 · 5 years

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I Won’t Believe It’s Christmas Til You Walk Through That Door (Angel x OC)

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me some Angel and an OC.

Word Count: 3,263

Playlist: It’s Not Christmas Til You Come Home – Norah Jones

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. I watched through the small airplane window as the last of the passengers filed onto the plane. The late afternoon sun was shining bright, illuminating the crisp winter air. I shivered at the thought of the temperature outside. I tugged at the scarf around my throat, folding it into a makeshift pillow.

Tomorrow was Christmas. I was cutting it close, but it was the earliest I could get out of work. I knew that no matter what Papa would be grateful to have me. I wasn’t scheduled to touchdown until late in the night and I hadn’t told Papa I was making the trip. It was a surprise. Him and abuela had been alone for so long now. They deserved a Christmas surprise.

Not to mention, there was one more person I was hoping to catch up with. Someone who I hadn’t heard from yet. I knew he’d come through. He never missed a year. Christmas was his best kept secret. The only time of year that he let his sentimentality rule his emotions. It was the one time of year that I could always count on hearing from him. It was the only time that either of us acknowledged that there may have been something between you. Something that we never fully gave a chance.

I shuffled around in my seat, getting comfortable when I felt my phone buzz. I reached into my pocket and a grin formed as I saw his name lit up on my screen. I tapped in my password and opened the message.

“I wish you could be here, cariña”

I smiled down at the text. It was simple. To the point. He was being a little more forthcoming this year. Voicing that he missed me. In what context, I wasn’t completely sure. But, at least I knew he was thinking of me. Above all we were friends. Maybe even best friends. Ones that only spoke once a year, but I knew that if I ever ran into him, it would be like nothing changed.

I typed in my reply but before pressing send, I had a thought. Maybe I could hand out more than one surprise visit this year. I was only going to be in town for three days. I had a flight back to New York the day after Boxing Day. I wondered if he still spent Christmas alone. Or if he finally forgave his Pops enough to spend the day with him.

Another shiver ran down my spine. This time one that had a completely different meaning. Maybe this was our year. It’d been almost five years since I’d been back to Santo Padre. Life in the big city always took over. Skype sessions with Papa and a yearly text were all I had during the holiday season. Resolved in my decision, I shut my phone off. Instead of a text, he’d be getting the real deal.

~(MMC)~

I glanced down at my wrist, checking the time. It was almost midnight. The cabbie raced down my hometown streets. I soaked in all the décor. It’d been a long time since I’d experienced Christmas without snow and cold. I let the warm air flow through the open window. I breathed in, the dry dessert air familiar and welcomed.

It wasn’t long before the taxi was turning onto my street, pulling to a stop in front of my childhood home. I bit down on my lip, trying to hide my grin. Papa had all the traditional decorations up. The entire house ordained with colourful lights and poinsettias. I laughed when I saw the ancient plastic Santa head hanging from the screen door.

I handed over some cash to my driver, thanking him and giving him a generous tip. It was Christmas after all. I ducked out of the cab, grabbing my duffel bag. I hoisted it up over my shoulder and skipped up the steps to the front door. I breathed in, opened the screen and knocked on the door. I was sure to use the special knock Papa and I came up with when I was little girl.

I waited, hearing rustling behind the door. I leaned over to the front window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Papa before he got to the door. I saw as he shuffled through the house, not noticing me. He ripped the door open, a scowl on his face.

“Papa!” I greeted, opening my arms to him.

He stared at me in silence, before realization dawned and he gathered me into his arms.

“Mija!” He said, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “What are you doing here?”

I laughed, “It’s Christmas and I missed you.”

He hugged me again, before turning and yelling out to abuela. We both laughed at her less than enthused answer but she still obliged him and came to the door. Grumbling the whole way, and cursing Papa for waking her up. When she finally looked up, tears sprang into her eyes.

“Mi corazon.” She whispered.

I walked over and embraced her. How had I let it get so long since I’d been home. I wouldn’t do this again. I’d be coming back every year. Papa and abuela deserved it.

“Ok, come on.” I clapped my hands together, “It’s late, we’ll have all day tomorrow to catch up. Let’s get to bed.”

We all said our goodnights. Papa led me to my old room and kissed my cheek before retreating back into his own room. I sighed. Papa would never show it, but I knew he was sporting a tear or two. He was a sentimental man. Abuela winked at me as she closed her door and I chuckled.

I stripped out of my day clothes and stepped into a pair of sweats and a vest. I skipped my regular nighttime routine in favour of plugging in my charger and setting my phone on the side table next to my bed. I climbed under the blankets and rolled onto my side. I attempted to fall asleep but I couldn’t help the guilt that was welling up.

I spent the whole plane ride trying to forget about the text. It hadn’t worked at all. It was all I thought about. Disappointing him. I couldn’t break our tradition. I exhaled and grabbed my phone. I opened the message from him. I couldn’t leave him hanging.

“Merry Christmas, mi amor.”

I pressed send and shut the screen off. There. Tradition kept alive. Pet names and all.

~(MMC)~

I woke up the next morning to the smell of abuela’s traditional Christmas breakfast. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my old housecoat and made my way into the kitchen. One of my favourite things to do during the holidays was help abuela with cooking and baking. Since being in New York, I missed out on all the home cooked meals and baked goods.

“What can I do to help?” I asked as I entered the kitchen.

Abuela waved me away, “Nada. Sit. It’s almost finished.”

I smiled, squeezed her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple as I passed. I pulled out the nearest chair and settled in. Within minutes, abuela was spooning out heaping portions of breakfast for both myself and her.

“Papa still a late sleeper?” I joked.

She rolled her eyes, confirming.

The two of us enjoyed our meal, speaking intermittently, waiting for Papa to finally grace us with his presence.

Finally – after an hour – Papa woke up. Groggy and disgruntled. We both laughed at his expense, but served him something to eat. The three of us sat around the table, catching up on everything from New York to Santo Padre.

“Ezekiel Reyes’ been around a lot more lately.” Papa mentioned causally.

I furrowed my brow, “Isn’t he supposed to be in prison?”

Abuela shrugged, “They let him out early. Something about the case not holding or good behaviour. I don’t know.”

I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t believe her for a second. She was gossip. Knew everyone’s business for at least three towns over.

“How’s Felipe? The shop?” I asked.

Papa nodded, “Good. Felipe has managed to keep everything a float. He’s been scarce in the community, but still open for everyone.”

“Angel’s even taken to coming back around to visit the old man too.” Abuela added.

I smirked at her, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was fishing. She wanted to know if I’d kept in contact with the other Reyes brother. She always did like him.

“Does that mean they’ve settled their differences then?” I countered.

Abuela frowned. I was beating her at her own game. I chuckled before picking up the plates and taking them over to the sink. I began washing the dishes, helping out in any way I could. Papa brought up the rest of the dirty dishes, placing them beside me. He gave me a quick one armed hug before retreating to the bathroom.

Abuela continued to sit at the kitchenette table. Clearly mulling over something. I waited. If she was going to say something, she’d do it in her own time. I zoned out, washing, drying and putting away all our dishes and packing away the leftovers.

Once all was clean, abuela motioned for me to join her again.

“Yes?” I questioned as I sat down.

She sighed, “He’s alone. Every year. Spends Christmas alone.”

I reached out and held her hand, “I know. I hoped he’d forgive Felipe, but it seems he never did.”

“You should go to him.” Abuela suggested, “You were always such good friends.”

I began to shake my head, “I couldn’t leave you and Papa. I just got here. I came here for you. Not him.”

Abuela laughed, “Mi Corazon, you can’t fool me.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine. I toyed with the idea of going to see him tomorrow. Not today, tomorrow.”

Abuela smiled and stood, she plucked the car keys off the hook and tossed them to me.

“Go.” She directed, “My son and I can manage to spend another Christmas alone together.”

I caught the keys and stared at her. She couldn’t be serious. I opened my mouth to protest but she wouldn’t let me.

She pointed to my room, “Get dressed, stop at the grocery and get him some of the essentials. Lord knows what a bachelor lives like.”

I laughed at that. I stood up and wrapped her up in a tight hug. I guess I was making an early visit to my old friend.

~(MMC)~

I stood on his front doorstep wondering if this would be a welcome surprise. I breathed in before knocking on the door. I waited for someone to answer but no one came. I knocked again and nothing. I frowned. He wasn’t home.

I turned, about to leave when I remembered where he kept the spare key. A thought formed and I wasn’t about to turn away after making it this far. I placed the brown paper bag down on the ground and reached up into the awning above the front window. There was a tiny slot where the eaves trough met the awing that he stored his key in.

On my tiptoes, I felt around until I found the key, plucking it out and shoving it into the lock. I inched open the door, calling into the seemingly empty house. There was no returned greeting so I shrugged and let myself in.

I made my way to the kitchen, dropping the bag onto the counter and unloading the little bit of groceries I could rummage up on Christmas day in a small town. It was lucky that there was one grocery that stayed open all year round.

If I remembered correctly, he was never good at keeping food in the house. I opened the refrigerator door and was welcomed by a sour smell. I gagged, covering my mouth and nose. I found the source of the smell, and poured the curdled contents of what was supposed to be milk down the drain.

I began putting all the fresh produce and essentials into the fridge. Lost in my own world, I was bent down when a firm hand landed on my shoulder catching me off guard. I screamed, jumping backwards and spinning to be faced with someone unfamiliar.

The man before raised his gun and asked, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Who are you?” I countered, as equally confused as he was.

My heart was pounding. I kept a weather eye on the gun, but wasn’t scared. Only startled. I knew the kind of company he kept. I made a show of lowering my hands. The man watched but never moved.

“You’re not Angel.” I observed.

“No.” He deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes, “Where is he?”

“Who are you?” He reiterated.

I sighed, “An old friend.”

The guy raised his eyebrows. Without the gun budging, he let go with his right hand and delved into one of his pockets. He pulled out a phone, tapped the screen and dialled. I relaxed a bit, leaning back into the counter behind me. There was a tense silence between us, only the rings through the speaker on his phone heard.

The person on the other end picked up and he cut right to the chase, “You need to come home. Now.”

I rolled my lips together, realizing he’d called Angel. I fought the sigh of disappoint brewing. So much for the warm homecoming. Now it would all be ruined. ‘Ruiner of all things Christmas’ hung up his phone and flicked his head in the direction of the living room. I pushed off the counter and made my way to the couch.

I sat down in a huff, crossing my arms. Guy who had yet to introduce himself sat across from me and placed his gun down on the table. Facing me. There was another long moment of complete silence, both of us staring at the other, when he finally spoke.

“Coco.” He pointed to himself.

I nodded, “Araceli.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, before the silence set in again. If it really was Angel on his way here, it wouldn’t take him long to get here. My heart began to pound. When it was me surprising him, not knowing when he’d be there, I wasn’t scared. Now I was terrified. What if he didn’t want to see me. This was a drastic change to our repertoire.

Would he be angry? Did he have a girl? It’d been five years after all. Not to mention we never made ourselves official. It’s not like I’d been waiting around for him in New York. I couldn’t expect him to have remained single this whole time either.

We both turned at the sound of the Harley engine. It was right outside. I breathed in. This was it. This was the moment where I could alter the balance between us forever. Coco kept an eye on me, watching my reaction carefully. I tried to school my expression, knowing that I must look petrified. He seemed intrigued.

I listened to the heavy footfalls as they approached the door. The door opened and I sucked in a breath, holding it.

“When I said you could crash here; I didn’t think you’d need me to babysit you too.” Angel quipped as he stepped through the threshold. “Why did you need me – “ Angel stopped in his tracks.

He’d finally looked up, glancing over Coco’s head and spotting me. I blinked, several times, trying to process my own feelings.

“Cee?” Angel questioned.

I nodded, offering a timid smile.

“What…?” He trailed off, seeming to not know what exactly to ask.

I shrugged, lifting my hands half heartedly and tilting my head, “Surprise.”

In the midst of our awkwardness, Coco had switched seats. Now sitting to my left, in the chair, able to watch us both at the same time.

Angel swallowed, “You’re here?”

“Yeah.” I confirmed.

“Huh.” Was all he said.

There was a long moment where Coco and I both waited for Angel react.

“Coco,” Angel spoke again. Coco looked at him, “You’re gonna have to find somewhere else to sleep.”

I arched an eyebrow and glanced at the other man. If I wasn’t mistaken, I caught a discreet smirk on Coco’s mouth. He nodded, stood up and made his way to the door. Angel stood in the same spot, never moving, not even after Coco had left and the door shut behind him.

“How long?” He asked.

I exhaled, “I leave the day after tomorrow.”

Angel nodded, licking his lips. Without any warning, Angel was across the living room and pulling me up off the couch. His hands were wrapped around my upper arms as he drew me up to him. I swallowed. Angel leaned in, capturing my mouth with his. I melted into him. There was nothing better than to be kissed by him. He was overpowering. Taking complete control.

I forgot how much taller he was than me and lifted up onto my tiptoes. I looped my arms around his neck, smoothing my hands across the plains of his shoulders. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Reacquainting themselves with trails long since travelled. His hands dipped down to my hips, fitting perfectly against them. My fingers inched up into his hair, reveling in how soft it still felt.

Nothing had changed, yet everything was different. The definition of the muscles in his back more pronounced. His biceps larger than they once were. I scratched through his beard. That was new too. My baby faced Angel was no where to be seen. I slid my hands down the leather cut he wore. He’d still be prospecting last time I was in town. Looks like he was fully patched now.

Angel skimmed a hand across my stomach, causing shivers to shoot down my spine. I shuddered into him and he chuckled, breathless. We pulled apart, resting our faces against the other. I closed my eyes. He still smelt the same. Still fit between the arch of my arms perfectly. His hands still calloused and rough. I bowed my head, letting go of all worries – all thoughts. I was here now. With him.

With two fingers under my chin, Angel brought my face back up to his, pressing his lips against mine lightly and then framing my face with his hands. I turned to my left and planted a firm kiss to the palm of his hand. We took a moment to catch our collective breaths. There was so much to be said but neither of us sure where to start.

Oddly enough, there was one thing I needed to voice.

“Your friend – Coco – is frightening.” I murmured.

Angel chuckled, “Yeah.”

“He pulled a gun on me.” I continued.

Another laugh, “He’ll do that.”

I rolled my eyes. Angel had more important things on his mind than to be discussing one of his hermanos. It didn’t matter that the man kept a gun trained on me the entire time he was in my presence. It was unnerving.

Sensing that my mind was beginning to reel in the opposite direction, Angel tugged me forward and cuddled me into his chest.

“Come on,” He mumbled, “We only have 48 hours to make up for lost time.”

I laughed, loud and bright. I grabbed his face and pulled it back to mine. No matter how things ended this time, I wouldn’t be leaving without telling this man exactly how I felt about him.

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The Medic Series: Part I

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

Everyone had warned her about taking the job at the Santo Padre Clinic.

Morgan Fox had graduated at the top of her nursing class. She went through her Emergency Room training in East LA at one of the busiest trauma centers in the state of California. She could treat a gunshot wound blindfolded, find and administer narcan in under five seconds, and she’s enough of a scrapper to hold her own with violent junkies.

She liked working in LA. She felt like she was actually making a difference when she sat with a prostitute who had a botched abortion and held her hand until the tears stopped. When she was the only nurse that would buy and stash electric blankets for addicts that were going through detox and wracked with chills. When a gang member was killed, she would sit with their family members and assure mothers that there was nothing more they could have done for their children.

Her father, the CFO for Wells Fargo West Coast branches, had a heart attack and her mother needed help with his recovery so she returned to La Jolla. Unfortunately, survival was not in the cards for her father and a month later he died of a brain aneurysm. Her sister was already married to a megachurch pastor so it was just Morgan and her mother alone in the seaside mansion. The work in the La Jolla hospital was less than satisfying. Women recovering from plastic surgery and malnutrition from starving themselves to fit into expensive gowns for charity events didn’t bring much satisfaction.

The only thing that kept her in La Jolla was the arrival of a new heart surgeon. He had been doing his fellowship with the cardiac surgeon that operated on her father. Shortly after her father’s passing, Dr. Jasper Wilcox was placed as the on-call heart surgeon and was spending his breaks down by the ER nurse’s station where Morgan worked. He would bring her terrible cups of coffee to hold her over until he could take her out to a five star restaurant. He came from old money and was not opposed to spending it. Morgan’s mother loved him so after six months of dating, a Christmas wedding was being planned.

Then her world fell apart. She caught Jasper with another nurse in the locker room showers. That was when the rumor mill finally reached her, that Jasper had banged just about every nurse in the hospital. When she went to her mother with the revelation, her mother told her to look the other way. And if that didn’t work, look at his bank account and investment portfolio. But Morgan started looking elsewhere: another LA, another place in need of compassion. That was how she ended up getting the job offer at Santo Padre Clinic.

It was Christmas Eve when she called the Santo Padre Clinic to let them know she was accepting the nurse position. She waited until her bachelorette party was over before packing her car with clothes and a couple boxes of belongings, and leaving under the cover of night. She left a note for her mother and Jasper, short, sweet and to the point about wanting something more than money and a sham of a marriage.

She arrives in the bordertown Christmas morning, feeling very much like the refugee family of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus: scared and alone. However, there is room at the town motel and Morgan spends her Christmas day looking for an apartment online and ignoring the texts and calls that are blowing up her phone. She drinks a bottle of expensive champagne and watching re-runs of “The Christmas Story” on the TV. By six am the next morning, she’s dressed in her scrubs and sitting on the cracked concrete steps of the clinic. At 6:30, another woman arrives in faded scrubs, graying hair, and a tired face.

“Are you Fox?”

Morgan jumps to her feet. “Yes, ma’am.”

She scoffs and unlocks the door. “You can drop the ma’am. We don’t stand on much ceremony here. I’m Fernanda. Most people call me Nan.”

Morgan follows her into the building and helps turn on lights. Nan gives her the tour of the workplace. It’s small, outdated, and falling apart. Their supplies are minimal, the equipment barely functioning. Nan watches her with a skeptical eye.

“So what do you think, Nurse Barbie?”

“I think it’s perfect.”

Nan laughs shortly. “I give you two weeks before you’re back in La Jolla.”

#coco cruz x ofc #johnny coco cruz x ofc #mayans mc fic #mayans fic

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