"You're free to go now, Mr Potts. I'll get one of the nurses to get your discharge papers, and you have a good day too, okay sir?" Tamara listened to Josh speaking to the patient, and glowered when she figured out he could be nice. Just not to her.

As they walked away from the bed, Josh turned to the four trainees. "Okay, Jacobs, what are the steps for discharging a patient?" Josh asked, his grey eyes the colour of storm clouds. She listed them, and he nodded, then held up a hand.

"You're forgetting something."

"What? I said get the papers, sign them off, get another to sign them off-"

"You forgot the farewell part."

"Oh come on, Josh. That's not part of the process." Tamara rolled her eyes.

"We all have to do it anyway, otherwise people might think we're douche-bags." Josh replied, then asked Gerald a question to do with infected throats. Tamara pursed her lips, ready to rip his hair out. The choice of words were secondhand, and Nathan had obviously ratted her out to him during lunch. Traitor.

Sighing, Tamara stared at the clock, wondering what time Melodie was arriving. She smiled just thinking of her best friend. She honestly couldn't wait until the tiny tornado of non stop chat arrived, so she could rant to someone other then her father over the phone about 'doctor's these days' and 'no respect for women'.

"Moving on. Our next patient is a six year old boy with a barbie tennis ball stuck up his nose." Josh explained, and Tamara stifled her giggle at how serious he sounded because the sentence was weird.

"You find that funny, Jacobs? I'll stick a tennis ball up your nose next time, and see if you can laugh." Josh narrowed his eyes, his annoyance clear. Tamara fought the urge to poke her tongue out at him, instead she bit it and nodded, swallowing her pride for the moment.

When they examined him, Josh did the initial stuff, then he let them take over. Afterwards, he made Tamara list the discharge procedure again and she responded, heavy on the emphasis of 'farewelling the patients'.

The clock struck six pm, and Tamara sighed in relief. She had honestly loved everything about her first day, apart from the one glaringly obvious thorn in her side. He was removing his gloves when Rose, who had been giving him the eyes the whole day walked over, hips swinging.

"So, Josh, how were your trainees today?" She asked, and Tamara could hear them from her position behind the two.

"Great, thank you Rose. How was your day?" He asked, and Tamara wanted to smack his nice facade off his face.

"It could've been better with a young, attractive doctor like you as my mentor." She smiled suggestively, and he smirked. Great, all he needed was a little more helium in that big fat head, and it would explode. Actually, Tamara thought, that might not be a bad idea.

"I'll see you around, Dr. Munroe." Rose turned into the changing rooms and gave him one last lingering look, like he might follow her in.

Tamara couldn't help it. She scoffed.

Covering her mouth, Josh turned and scowled. "Something funny, Jacobs?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to clear out the changing rooms so you can join her or are you not that modest?" Tamara asked, feigning an innocent look. He glared at her, and she noticed his height compared to her 5'11.

"I don't see you getting any invitations like that," he shot back, and Tamara rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah, I've been getting quickie in the locker room offers all day, I just didn't think they were worth following up on."

"Maybe I should smack you in the face again."

"So you are admitting to walking into me?"

"No, I'm saying I should smack you in the face."

Tamara glared at him, not backing down. They were like fire and ice, and she felt her hands clench into fists.

"You really are a piece of work, you know that? All nice as pie to everyone else but me. Why is that?" Tamara asked, and Josh raised an eyebrow again.

"Aw, does Jacobs feel left out?"

"Please stop calling me that, I sound like a boy."

"That's the point, love." Josh smirked sardonically, and sauntered into the male changing rooms, leaving Tamara contemplating whether to follow him or not.

Damn Brit. Thinking he knows everything with his cups of tea and bulldogs.

"I see you're settling in well." Tamara's head snapped up, and she squealed when she saw Melodie standing a few feet away.

"How long have you been standing there?" Tamara asked, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

"The whole time you talked with that hot British guy." Melodie replied, and Tamara pulled away, staring at her best friend with a smile on her face.

"That wasn't talking, that was scraping."

"Uh huh, tell me, how long have you been sleeping with him?"

Tamara's eyes bulged, and she clapped her hands to her cheeks. "Never! Melodie!"

Melodie laughed, shooing her into the changing rooms. "Get dressed. You're my ride home since the taxi driver dropped me off here."

Tamara changed in thirty seconds, saying goodnight to Sasha and some of the others before meeting Melodie outside again.

As they walked to her car, Melodie asked question after question about the house, and Tamara kept up as best as possible. Ten minutes from home, and the conversation topic changed.

"So who was that guy, anyway?" Melodie asked, and Tamara felt annoyance just thinking of Josh.

"Josh Munroe. Official pain in the ass. He's my supervisor."

"But he's like our age!"

"A year older."

"So why does he seem to not like you so much? Did you hit him with something?"

Tamara felt her face flush with heat.

"You did!" Melodie laughed, and Tamara blushed a deeper red.

"Shut up! It was with a door, and on complete accident. He deserved it anyway." She muttered the last part, and listened to Melodie laugh right up until pulling into the driveway.

As they walked inside together, Tamara thought of the arrogant doctor, then pushed him to the back of her mind. Tonight was about catching up with Melodie, and she wasn't going to let her thoughts ruin that. 

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Hope you like it! It's a little rushed, but the thought was in my head and I wanted to get it down...so here it is! :)