oov. party
1.05

It had been around two weeks since Derek and Atlas had the little adventure in the elevator. Since then the two have had a few more dates (one consisting of them just hanging out on a ferry boat) and then a few more sleepovers.

Atlas couldn't be anymore happy with how everything was going. He had Derek—who he was planning on asking him to be his boyfriend—but for now, he's just Derek, maybe even his Derek. His little siblings were doing good, and so were his parents.

Maybe moving to Seattle was the best thing to happen.

Atlas was happy, beyond happy even. Oliver had Meredith, yes they had a few bumps in the road, but they were going strong—they weren't dating, much to the Lee-Sunny family's displeasure. And Eliza, she had been going steady by herself, focusing on her work and friends/family.

The Lee-Sunny children couldn't have asked for anything better.

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"We call this a spaghetti procedure. We cut and deflate the bullae to facilitate gentle manipulation of Mrs. Drake's lung." Doctor. Bailey says to the interns as Atlas does the procedure using the scopes.

"Doctor. Bailey, do you see that?" Atlas points out.

"Lee? Oh my ever-lovin..." she trails off seeing a mass of something black and gross. Very gross.

"Oh my god. We need to open her up. I'm taking out the scope." Atlas tells the room, the nurses around him all help so they can flip the surgery around.

"You heard him, people. Let's move." Bailey commands, sending anyone who was just standing there straight to work.

"Lights. Let's get set up. 10 blade. Get the scalpel ready. Towel. Let's also page Doctor. Webber."

"Right away Doctor."

"Rib spreader."

"Suction."

Just as they start pulling something black out of the patient, Mrs. Drake, the door opens to reveal the chief. "What's going on?" He asks, putting on a mask so he can enter the OR.

"Take a look." Atlas tells the chief, holding up the foreign object with his clamps.

"Is that a towel?" George deadpans, not 100% sure if the towel was in the patient or if Atlas is a really good magician.

Truth: Atlas is a terrible magician.

"Get a pan." Bailey orders allowing Atlas to place the towel in the pan.

"Where did that come from?" George asks, his eyes glued to the pan a few feet away from him.

"Best guess, her surgery five years ago." Doctor. Webber admits, recalling the patient having been here before.

Bailey scoffs, unhappy with the whole situation. "Something careless this way comes."

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Atlas sits peacefully at one of the nurses stations, his hands reading some medical article he had found. It was being used to occupy his thoughts—which had been floating to Derek throughout the day.

Derek spots the attending and walks up to him. "You okay?" He asks once he makes it close enough for Atlas to hear him.

"Huh, oh yeah, yeah, I'm good." Atlas places his book down.

"Are you sure, cause you seem not okay." Derek pushes lightly, just wanting the man he had grown close to, to talk to him.

Atlas only hums an words that seems to sounds either like 'im okay' or 'fuck off' Derek wasn't sure.

"Well, let me take you out to dinner tonight. You can tell me all about it. Real food, waiters, big chunks of carbs in a basket."

Atlas mouth waters at the mention of food, dinner, dinner with Derek.

"I can't." Atlas sadly says, wanting nothing more than to go out with Derek for dinnner.

"Forget about the party."

"You know about the party?"

" Your friends will be at the party. You and I can be alone somewhere else."

"Getting a little bold here Der."

Derek only winks in reply.

Both attendings pagers go off, Derek leaves in one direction, and Atlas leaves in the other. Not before the two squeezed each others hands.

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Atlas had been inside majority of the night, drinking but also watching over his younger siblings—he was just like that. Once he was that Meredith and Oliver weren't going to make and drunken last minute mistakes, he headed outside to the porch swings.

"You know, in some states, you could get arrested for that." Derek says standing a few feet away from Atlas.

Atlas stands up and walks towards him, swaying lightly.

"So you blew me off for a bottle of tequila. Tequila's no good for ya. It doesn't call. It doesn't write. It isn't nearly as much fun to wake up to." Derek says, wrapping his arm around Atlas shoulder, bringing him in closer.

The two smile, happy to be with each other before they both lean in for a kiss.
They kiss a few times before they start to move towards Dereks car.

Atlas sits in the passenger seat of Dereks car, is shirt pulled over his chest, randomly thrown somewhere. Derek is straddling him. He's not wearing a shirt either.

"You know, it sounds like the party's winding down. Listen to me. We should probably sneak away, though." Derek whispers against Atlas lips.

"Why? We're having fun." Atlas whines, not wanting Derek to move.

"Yeah, I guess your right." Derek says as the two go back to kissing.

There's tapping on the window. Doctor. Bailey stands outside the car, a slight annoyed look on her face. Atlas smirks against Dereks lips, turning to the resident outside the car.

"You mind moving this tail wagon? You're blocking me in."

"Whatever you need Bails!"

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Derek has his one arm around Atlas waist, the other wrapped around his shoulders. The two cuddling in Atlas's bed. They had around an hour before they had to get up and get ready for work, or in Dereks case—sneak out without Oliver and Eliza noticing.

Atlas rolls over and presses a kiss to Dereks lips. Before moving his head onto the neurosurgeons naked chest.

"Atlas?" Derek softly questions.

"Yeah." Said guy hums.

"A-are you my boyfriend?"

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

"Y-yeah I do." Derek admits, forgetting that he has a wife back in New York.

If Derek were to be honest, he would tell anyone that he hasn't thought of his wife since the second he meet Atlas. And maybe because he had forgot all about his wife, he had forgotten all about the calls and the texts she had sent.