The word enemy has only one use in this world. In the dictionary, it now appears only under Kaiju. This is why Ella would never refer to Chuck Hansen as an 'enemy'. Nemesis definitely, but not her enemy. She found herself once again sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking in anger after yet again, after another fight with the ranger. Why did he get to her so much?

'Hello Ella.' Hannah said as Ella deposited her bag and slipped into her coat.

'Hi Hannah, any new patients?' Ella prayed the answer was no. As the only doctor currently in the facility, she had enough paperwork to do without having to deal with sick people.

'Only one.' said Hannah, but with a certain fear in her voice, which automatically set off Ella's bat signals.

'And?' Ella said, standing perfectly still in a bid not to frighten the answer out of her.

'You have to promise you won't yell.' Hannah said, now talking quickly.

'Fine, I promise. What is it?' Ella said, now growing impatient.

'Hansen.' That one word caused Ella to snatch the file off the desk and she felt her whole body tense. Ugh. She hated Chuck Hansen, he was a bully and an ass and a thousand other things that Ella didn't have the energy to list.

She opened the file and read down quickly.

'If I'm not out in 10 minutes. You might need to pull my fist out of his smug face.' Hannah smiled in a way that showed she was hoping it was a joke, but wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't happen.

Ella walked into the examination room, staring all the time at the file and not looking at the face of her patient. She walked to him slowly, she wanted him in pain for as long as possible. After she'd read every word on the page three times she finally met Chuck's gaze.

'What the hell did you do?' she asked.

'I got into a fight. You think this is bad, you should see the other guy.'

'Well I assumed you got into a fight wise ass, what I'm asking is, do you think you have internal bleeding? Because, if you do, my work here's done and you can get your smug face out of my examination room.'

'Geez,' Chuck replied, holding up one hand in mock surrender, 'what's got you so wound up?'

Ella assumed it was his other arm that was injured and so began to roll up his sleeve, revealing an open cut on his arm. 'Who were you fighting?' Ella asked, ignoring his previous question.

'Um.' Chuck replied.

'For God sake, just tell me! I need to write it down, file it away, and never look or think about it again.'

'Becket.' He said.

'I should have guessed.' Ella replied, clicking her pen and scribbling down the name. Then she prepared some antiseptic and placed it on Chucks arm. She enjoyed the look of agony that crossed his face so much that she wanted to press harder.

'Oh, I'm sorry,' Ella said, with mock sympathy, 'does that hurt.'

'What, that?' Chuck said looking at his arm, 'nah, I was just picturing you in bed with me, it ain't a pretty thought.'

Ella pushed his arm and Chuck let out a small, girly scream.