Pat's not-so-subtle verbal slap of sense into Tara had made her feel not only guilty, but made her realise that he had been right... no matter what was going to happen between them, Lachlan was her friend and she should be there for him ( Read more... )

Pat skipped up behind Tara at her desk and didn't wait to be invited before he hitched himself up on the side of it, swinging his legs back and forth, peering down at her. "I think you and me need to have a wee chat, darling," he told her, leaving little room for protest while his backside was planted over a good portion of her working area, but ( Read more... )

Lachlan whimpered almost inaudibly as they reached the entrance to the ER. Tara was gripping his hand, probably unaware of her own strength in the gesture, and Pat was bracing Lachlan around the waist. He stopped walking again, for about the sixth time since they got out of the car, and hunched over, clutching his cramping gut. "I need to sit down ( Read more... )

Pat stood on Tara's front step, shifting anxiously from one foot to the other. He had his car keys clutched possessively in his hand, and just for added protection, had his arms firmly crossed. "I really, really, really think we should leave my car here!" he insisted, nodding his head. "It likes being here. Tara, darling, your car is... redder ( Read more... )

Tara stretched the phone cord out as far as it would go from the kitchen out into the hall and stood at the toilet door once again, listening to the ringing and waiting for Pat to pick up on his end of the line. When he picked up, and before he even had a chance to say anything, Tara was already talking over him. "Pat! I've poisoned Lachlan!" she ( Read more... )

Lachlan tugged at the sleeve of his jacket and ran a hand through his hair. He was nervous, and for the first time in his life, he was kind of hoping the nerves would be enough to prevent a hard-on. He just didn't know what it was with Tara that made him lose it in her presence. It was unlike him, to say the least. The UST between them was in ( Read more... )

When Tara's pager had gone off interrupting her dinner break, she had successfully managed to spill her Diet Mountain Dew all over her lap at her desk, cursing profusely in the process. Her pager told her the message had merely come from ‘Emergency Department' and had said nothing more than Can I have an urgent consult? She had dropped everything ( Read more... )

Patrick Preston is sexyinscrubs

[Dialogue and paragraphs to this point removed due to mention of ex-roleplay characters with writers unavailable to give permission to have their work reproduced beyond the original RPG. Anything prior to this is irrelevant to the Tara/Lachlan history.]

Tara laughed. "Aye, right. No danger of me ever working for House. He's a ( Read more... )

Instant Messaging between Lachlan and Pat

( You’re avoiding me. I cannot be avoided, darling... )

Patrick Preston is sexyinscrubsTara rung the doorbell of Pat and Lachlan's apartment. She had realised when she got home the night before that she had left her wallet in Pat's office. She had considered going back to work to retrieve it, but Pat had assured he would take it home and she could pick it up from there if she wanted it before they got to work the ( Read more... )