A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot but I had a lot of candy and got a lot of ideas so now it's going to be a multi-chapter story. Please review and let me know what you think! Happy New Year everybody!

Chapter 1: Staphylococcus epidermidis

"The fate of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Gandalf said, dramatically. "When you hear the cannon sound, leave the tent. You will face your darkest fears but remember, don't give in and get the ring!"

"I will not disappoint you, Gandalf." I nodded and raised my wand. My ears perked up as I awaited the sound of the cannon. Any second now, and I will be in the open field not knowing whether I was going to face Sauron, Voldemort or Darth Vader. My grip tightened around the wand and I peeked out of the tent flaps.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My brain started whirring. Since when did cannon's beep?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

…Wait a minute…

My eyes shot wide open and the tent flaps faded into nothingness. Instead, I was now looking at the magnolia ceiling of my regular, non-magical, small apartment room. I groaned loudly and turned in my bed, slamming my hand hard on the dismiss button of my alarm.

"Couldn't you have waited five more minutes? I was about to save the wizarding world." I grumbled at the alarm clock and slid out of bed. I moved towards the window and drew the curtains, letting the yellow rays flood in. My eyes squinted slightly as I adjusted to the bright light. Los Angeles was truly beautiful in the warm glow of the sun. I scratched my head and stretched a little, making my white Neighborhood T-shirt rise above my waist line.

I had finally awoken in time for a proper breakfast for the first time in a very long time. Being a resident surgeon specializing in pediatric cardiology was extremely tough. Insomnia was my reality and caffeine was my best friend. Because of extensive night wards, I would wake up with merely half an hour before signing-in time and it was just enough to get me to the hospital in a reasonable shape. But today, I had managed to snag an entire hour before reporting time, mostly because Mary-Margaret had covered my night shift and I had managed to get five whooping hours of sleep. To a doctor, five hours was like a day off. I could finally eat the Captain Crunchie cereal I got last month, which was still unopened and have a cup of hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon and whole lot of marshmallows. The mere thought of this made my mouth water.

I headed into the living room, which although small, had a homey feeling to it. Thanks to my 'too gay to function' brother, Neil, who had decorated the entire apartment. With tacky items like a leather sofa in the center and lava lamps on the side-tables beside it, to warm stuff like two beanbag chairs on either side of the sofa and a seriously fluffy carpet lining the floor; this apartment was the ultimate bachelor pad with touch of nerd to it. I slumped into the beanbag chair and turned on the TV, which rested on a table trolley in front of the sofa. I casually flipped through the channels and stopped at CBS. Miami Medical was on. I sat upright and sighed, looking enviously at the team of hot doctors who walked in through the double doors as the opening credits rolled. If only real doctors were like the ones on television; no bags beneath the eyes, hair properly in place, slow motion entry, looking like they just stepped out of a beauty salon.

On Sundays, Mary-Margaret and I along with David and Killian, who were my colleagues as well; we watch pre-recorded episodes of Miami Medical. We have a pizza beer party and watch the sexy doctors perform an eight hour surgery and still look incredibly gorgeous, especially Dr. Eva Zambrano. I was absolutely smitten by her when I first saw Miami Medical. Regina Mills, the woman who played Dr. Eva, was such a commendable actress that I half believed she was a real life doctor. None of the other actors had their medical sorted as well hers.

I watched as Eva confronted Dr. Matthew Proctor for stealing her position as Chief of the Trauma Department. I got up and was about to head to the kitchen when my iPhone made the familiar sound of receiving a text message. This early in the morning could only mean two things, someone had died or I had been called on emergency.

I cursed under my breath and grabbed my phone from the side table, where it was charging, and stared horrifically at the message from Mary-Margaret.

911! Cora the Kraken surprise auditing us in 10 mins. Get your ass here NOW!

"WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!" I yelled and rushed into my room, stubbing my toe in the door. "Yaouchie!" I winced and jumped on one leg towards the cupboard. I pulled out a pair of jeans and slid it over my boxer shorts. With no time to change, I simply pulled my lab-coat over my T-shirt and put my golden locks in a messy ponytail.

My stomach complained a little too loudly and I smacked my hand over it. "Now is not the time you stupid, muscular, hollow, dilated part of my digestive tract!" Nonetheless, I snagged a protein bar and sprinted out of my flat. I slid down the stair railing, left the building and jumped on to my bicycle. Advantages of living on Sunset Boulevard; the traffic was low and the hospital was only a couple of blocks away.

I pedaled as fast as I could and turned into a road, hoping to make a short cut. However, I landed smack in the middle of a very big traffic block.

"Really? Why is everything working against me today?" I sighed and looked at the pavement. It was empty and I had a very clear path to the service lane ahead. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." I nodded and pedaled my cycle on top of the pavement and moved hurriedly over it. Everything was finally falling into place for me. I grinned in self appreciation and moved into the service lane.

She came out of nowhere, right in front of me. My eyes widened and I clutched the brakes for my dear life. The cycle came to a sudden halt and the back tire lifted into the air. For a split second, I was doing a front wheelie with my cycle but I let go off the handle and fell right on top of the woman.

I clamped my eyes shut, waiting to go unconscious or just die. But my fall was cushioned by the woman who groaned loudly. I opened one eye and looked at her, terrified.

"Holy frigging Mordor! I'm so so sorry." I pushed myself off her, barely paying attention to what she looked like. She stood up and dusted herself all the while I stared at the small cut on the back of her hand.

"You're cut!" I yelped and began to fish for an antiseptic pad in my lab-coat.

"It's fine." She brushed it off. Her voice was strangely familiar but I was too pre-occupied with tearing open the antiseptic pad.

"No it's not fine." I grabbed her incredibly warm and soft hand and started wiping the wound with the pad. "Staphylococcus epidermidis, Clostridium tetani, Propionibacterium acnes, Micrococcus luteus and a 100,000 other pathogens are on your skin and could enter your bloodstream right now. Some of them are even fatal and if you die from this, it would go viral. Your family will have me dragged to the court and I would probably lose my practicing license. And I already live in a miserably tiny apartment and if I lose this job, I'm gonna be broke and have to live on the streets. I'm not street smart so I'll definitely die within a week tops from a mugging gone wrong or simply because Salmonella enterica invaded my body and I didn't have frigging antibiotics to save me." I kept on mumbling as I took out my pack of SpongeBob Band Aids from the inner lab coat pocket. Being a pediatric surgeon, cartoon band aids was a must have.

"So ultimately you will die from the small cut that I have?" The woman said, her voice laced with stifled laughter.

"Well, I would have," I peeled a bandage and gently put it over her cut. "But not anymore, I just saved both our lives." I nodded and ran my thumb over the bandage to smoothen it out.

"I take it you're a doctor?" She chuckled and I wiped my forehead and finally looked up at her. She had a snapback covering her short, coffee brown hair and a pair of massive shades masking most of her face. It seemed like she was almost trying to hide herself.

"What gave away? The labcoat or the incredibly geeky talk of bacteria?" I said with a goofy grin.

"Oh neither. It was the SpongeBob bandage." She nodded "You have to be a doctor to carry that thing in public." She bared her pearly white teeth and laughed heartily.

"And here I thought that was the only normal thing about this situation." I fake-gasped dramatically.

She smiled toothily and removed her shades. My expression faded in an instant and I stared at her, vacantly. The chocolate, almond shaped eyes; the brown hair and the perfectly sculpted body, she saw every Sunday with her friends.

"Holy Guacamole! You're Regina Mills!" I drew in a sharp breath and immediately winced. "I just went mega goofy geek on Regina Mills." I said, speaking more to myself. "WHY, THOU ART IN HEAVEN, WHY?!" I smacked my forehead. "I'm so sorry for nearly killing you Re-, Miss Regina." I stumbled over my words, suddenly finding myself hyperventilating and being tongue-tied at the same time.

Regina, threw her head back and started laughing like a little kid. "Miss?" She grinned. "Well aren't you adorable." She smiled and poked my nose. If I was hyperventilating before, my body was in definite hypocapnia now and I could pass out any second. "Why are you apologizing? In fact, I should be thanking you." She chuckled. "You did just save my life and the money my family would have wasted on lawyer bills. You're my savior."

"I uh I um huh?" I tried to speak but my tongue was going against me.

"What's your name?" She smiled and twirled the left temple tip of her shades between her lips.

I gulped loudly and avoided looking at her lips. "I'm E-" My phone began to wail loudly and I suddenly remembered the reason I had left home. "LATE. Oh Kraken is going to kill me!" I wheezed and lifted my cycle off the pavement.

"I'm sorry I have to go like right now or the entire hell would be unleashed on me." I looked at her apologetically and positioned myself on the bicycle. I began to pedal when she yelled, "Wait! Savior!" I wanted to stop and listen to her but I couldn't afford to lose another minute. "I can't!" I yelled back and pedaled into a turn, finally arriving at Pediatrics Hospital, LA. Not even bothering to lower the stand of my cycle, I let it drop to the ground and dashed towards the double doors of the hospital entrance. I stopped an inch from the door and looked back. "Of course, you're never going to see her again," I answered my silent question. "Well you'll still see her on your flat screen every Sunday." I reassured myself and shook my head, smiling as I walked through the door.