xlv. mixmaster
4.02

Atlas and Derek were at good place in their relationship; they would spend the night at each other places, one night a week they would cook each other dinner — no matter how late it was, they were happy made time for each other.

Derek wanted kids. The topic hadn't come up yet, Derek felt as if he should move in first, then maybe propose having kids.

Atlas wanted a mini him. He didn't care if he adopted, found a woman who would be willing to carry the baby, he really didn't care. But his baby fever was so high that he forced Derek to come with him so they could stand outside the nicu windows, and talk about the children they imagined.

"What do you think of the board?" Richard asked, snapping Atlas out of his train of thoughts.

"Good. It looks good." Derek nodded with an encouraging smile.

"Oh, I didn't do it. I'm delegating. I am being a delegator. I'm doing it all different, making time for my wife." The man in power babbled on.

Derek cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, yeah? She talking to you yet?"

Richard sighed, "She will when she sees I'm a delegator. I-I should move that surgery up there."

"Junkie." Atlas faked a cough.

"Yeah. Right, right. It's good. It's fine. Okay. I'm delegating. See? Being a delegator." Richard walks away.

Mark walks up to the couple, "What's wrong with the chief?"

"He's a junkie."

"Him? You're the one who looks all strung out." Mark questioned.

"I'm just tired." Derek muttered.

"Let me guess. You and Atly were up all night doing the horizontal salsa."

"Mambo." Atlas corrected with a sigh. "Horizontal mambo. And that's not what we were doing." Atlas placed a kiss on Dereks cheek before rushing off to find Christina, having heard that she was giving away wedding gifts for surgery's and good cases.

"You wanna confirm that you two weren't doing the horizontal mambo?" Mark focussed on Derek.

"Atlas gets these nightmares now. He seems to dream through the bombing, then the shooting, his fathers death, the ferryboat accident and dying." Derek let out a sigh. "Some nights it's different, some it's all. And he wakes up with a scream, or a pain in his chest."

"What's be doing to deal with it?" Mark asked in concern.

"He claims cuddles help, the feeling of someone else beside him." Derek muttered and walked away, leaving Mark to thing of a way he could help.

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"C! I want that mixmaster!" Atlas walked up to Christina with a skip in his step.

"For a surgery!" Christina countered.

"Deal!"

"Take it."

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Derek walked into the on-call room he knew Atlas was in — it was his favourite.  He moved to lay beside the tired attending, having already been in surgery before half his day was done. "Hey, love."

Atlas groaned into the pillow. "Hi."

"I want to live with you." Derek blurted.

"You wanna live with me? I leave my clothes around all the time — it'll be like picking up after a toddler." Atlas lifted his head of the pillow to look at his boyfriend.

"Our kids will definitely take after you, the messy vibe." Derek didn't even think about what left his lips until Atlas shot up even further.

"Our kids?! You wanna have kids with me?!" Derek was pretty sure Atlas and his wife puppy dog eyes couldn't have gotten any cuter.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

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Atlas walks past the waiting room where Jane Burke, Preston Burke's mother is.

"Mrs. Burke!" Atlas waves.

"I don't think I know you." Mrs. Burke shook her head as she tried to tack her brain of whoever this person was.

Atlas smiled anyways, "I'm Atlas Lee-Sunny. I'm a friend of Burke's."

"Hi, Atlas Lee-Sunny...Burke's friend. Please sit." The older woman gestured to the chair across from her.

"I guess I have a minute. You know, me and him worked on lots of cases together. How is he? Is he okay?" Atlas blabbed.

"He's Preston. He's a gentleman. And so he doesn't like to talk about it. And I just really don't know what to say to him." Mrs. Burke told Atlas with what seemed to be a sad smile.

Atlas sighed, "Maybe you can just be there. He'll be ready to talk when he is. Life happens, and we just need to move on. Or tell him that once your in — your in, there's no going back."

"Once you're in, you're in. Make sure you have that engraved on your wedding ring when you get married." Mrs. Burke told the attending.

"One day."

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Oliver is in with Dave, the father of his patient who had come in earlier.

"That's a really big needle, man. Do you have to use such a big needle?" Dave panics, watching as Oliver went to place another IV into the little boy.

"His IV came out, and he needs to be hydrated." Oliver explained.

"Okay, okay. Look, I'm - shh. It's all right. Look, I'm just - I'm freaking out a little bit here. I mean, do you think you could get me an update on my wife?"

"Your wife has a crater in her abdomen, so even if she does survive surgery, it's gonna be along, hard, painful recovery." Oliver's tone wasn't as kind as he wished it could be, he was upset that this baby in his hands was strung out on drugs.

"She's gonna be okay, right? I mean, she's gotta be okay." Dave muttered before looking to his baby. "Brian, please, sweetheart, look at me. Brian, okay, stop crying. Brian, please. Brian, stop crying!"

"He can't stop crying! Okay? He can't stop crying because his nervous system is shot. He can't stop crying because his brain and his heart and his renal system are all compromised. He can't stop crying because he's in withdrawal from crystal meth, you son of a bitch." Oliver snapped.

"No, no. That's impossible. He wasn't in the room when we were making it." Dave shook his head in denial.

"It was all over your apartment, okay? I tested him 'cause I smelled it on his skin."

": I love my son. Okay, we - we were broke. I lost my job. And I'm a good dad, and I love my family."

"Well, now you can love your family from jail."

Dave punches Oliver, knocking him out, then takes Brian. "I'm sorry."

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"He had a stroke. A one year old with a stroke." Bailey muttered sadly, feeling sorry for the way the little boy had to live.

"You can yell, you know?" Oliver looked to Bailey.

"Not my job anymore." Bailey turned to face the resident. "And anyways, your brother and mom will yell later on."

"I'm just saying, you can if you want. I - I deserve it."

"Oh, you do deserve it. You do deserve, Dr. Lee-Sunny, to be chastised for your stunningly poor decision making. You — you've certainly earned a-a reprimand for your unbelievably destructive tactical error." Bailey starts calmly before her voice raises. "You got in the face of a drug dealer? You got in the face of a drug dealer before the police had arrived...you got in the face of a known felon while his 1-year-old child was still in the room? Are you stupid? Are you without intelligence? Because I know you were taught better than that. I taught you better than that, Dr. Lee-Sunny."

Bailey let out a heavy sigh. "Gettin' in the face of a drug dealer. Fool."

"Thank you."

"Oh, no. Thank you."

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