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Jan 31st--Alternate Universe/AU

So this is my first time writing for Gajevy week and... *jazz hands* here is the bonus~

Betaed by @ilovebeingintroverted

Also, all my medical knowledge comes from @ilovebeingintroverted ‘s friends who are EMTs and my mother, who is an ex-EMT

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Levy pulled her scrubs over her head, listening to Lucy talk. “So, as I was saying, he’s really great and he’s been single for a while.”

“No, Lu.” Levy began to dress in her civvies.

“Please Levy? You never get out of the house.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Lu. I don’t need to go on a blind date.”

Lucy put her arms over Levy’s locker door, slouching over it. “C’mon, Lev. Pleeease, Natsu vouches for him.” She pleaded, using her puppy eyes.

“I’m just not into EMTs like you are.”

“Pleeeeaaase. Just this one time. I’ll be your best friend~” she promised.

Levy sighed and slipped on her shoes, bending down to tie them. “Fine. But,” Levy pointed at Lucy to emphasize her point. “I reserve the right to send you a frantic text and have you come up with an emergency which means that I must leave the date immediately.”

Lucy laughed. “Okay, Lev. But I don’t think you’re going to need to do that.”

“We’ll see, Lu.”

“He’ll pick you up from your house around eight!” Lucy called as Levy grabbed her bag and waved goodbye to her friend.

What did one wear to a blind date? Levy stood in front of her closet, hair drying in a towel twist. Everything she had was either scrubs, sweatpants and ratty t-shirts that she’d had for like ten years, and evening gowns. Somehow she doubted that evening gowns would be appropriate and sweats definitely weren’t. Levy dug around in her drawers looking for anything she could possibly wear. Scrounging through her clothes she finally found a half decent dress. It was bright orange with a white belt. Albeit nice, but in it she looked like an orange with a sash. Oh well, at least her blue hair made her look less like a fruit. The dress was a little too short for her blind date preferences but it would have to do.

Levy glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. Good, she had time to do make up. Hmm… she didn’t want to overdo it, especially because she had no idea what he would be like. What if he liked girls in heavy make-up? What if he hated it? What if he was shallow enough to care?

Levy decided just basic foundation and mascara. She stared at the lip gloss hesitantly before putting it in her purse, just in case. She glanced at the clock again, seven forty five. So he should be here soon. Levy decided to go downstairs and read until he got here, reading helped calm her nerves and made any and all qualms she had at the moment go away. She almost didn’t even notice when eight o’clock hit. Almost.

So she sat, in her house, at eight o’clock, all dressed up and no knock on the door. It’s fine, she told herself, he might be working late and forgot to call to cancel. No! Don’t be so pessimistic, he probably got stuck in traffic, besides Lu said he’s be here around eight, not eight on the dot. Slightly reassured she went back to her book, every so often checking the clock.

Eight oh five.

Eight ten.

Eight fifteen.

This was ridiculous. Levy closed her book with a snap and began to walk upstairs to change into pajamas and wash off her make-up. This was precisely why she didn’t date EMTs, especially blind date them. That was when there was a knock on the door.

Seriously?

She huffed and went back downstairs and opened the door to… well, a chest. A very wide chest. One that had a white button down stretched across it. Levy’s eyes slowly travelled up, and up, and up. Jesus, was this guy just che-Oh. She had gotten to his face, which was sharply defined, high cheekbones and sun-tanned skin. He took a step back and frowned.

“You’re really short.” The mountain of man said very loudly.

Levy was too shocked to respond. “I-um. You’re really tall.” She countered dumbly. He smirked. Levy vaguely remembered a fleeting thought about how it was one of the only things he hadn’t pierced, because his face, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be a pin cushion. Okay, so maybe she was exaggerating. But he really did have a lot of piercings. They dotted curves where his eyebrows were supposed to be, and they followed the edge of his ear, the top earrings hoops and the ones embedded in his lobes looked like steel studs.

“Yeah. That happens when you get older. I mean, obviously not to you.”

Levy scowled. “That’s rude.”

The man raised an eyebrow before holding out a (non-pierced, but manicured with black nail polish) hand. “Gajeel Redfox.”

She shook his hand and it almost engulfed hers. Seriously? Who was actually this large? “Levy McGarden.”

“Hey, you’re that ER doctor who occasionally gets sent out of conference rooms because people think you’re too young to be a doctor!”

Levy blushed heavily. Why did people keep spreading that story around? It had been one time! “T-that only happened once!”

Gajeel Redfox snorted. “I can see why they kicked you out. You’re tiny!”

Levy crossed her arms over her chest. “And you’re late.” She accused. Gajeel at least had the decency to look slightly abashed.

“I was busy at work. Sorry. I didn’t have your number and Natsu had already left on his ride.”

Well, she guessed she could excuse tardiness in that case. They were in the medical profession after all. “So…” Gajeel began awkwardly. “Shall we go?” He asked. Levy gave him a stiff nod and grabbed a coat before locking the door and walking out to the street.

“That one.” Gajeel said pointing to a black sports car.

Levy looked at him in surprise. “How did you get that on your salary?”

“Now who’s the rude one?” Gajeel said with a smirk. He opened her door for her and Levy began reconsidering this whole not-dating-EMTs thing of hers. “Dad’s a dealer, he gave one to me cheap.”

“Huh. Think you could score me a deal?” She asked as casually as possible.

Gajeel outright laughed at that. “Depends if you break my heart or not.” He said.

Levy’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and Gajeel saw her expression. “I’m kidding Shrimp, lighten up.”

Levy blushed again. She hated that she kept doing that. He started the car and turned on the radio. Surprisingly some type of rock/metal band didn’t play, instead the music that filled the vehicle was pop music. Levy looked at her driver quizzically.

“I-I thought you might like this music better.” He offered as an explanation.

I don’t listen to pop music. “It’s nice.” Levy lied. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was silent.

The restaurant was a nice place, not overly fancy but clearly expensive. It even needed a reservation. Gajeel told the greeter their names and she led them to a table near the middle of the dimning floor. Levy sat on her chair, across from Gajeel. She nicely placed her napkin in her lap, feeling a tad underdressed here (it didn’t help that her legs didn’t reach the floor and they swung awkwardly under the table, she hated when that happened, it always made her feel like a child). Gajeel had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail behind him. His shiny black nails placed the napkin in his lap as well.

A waitress appeared in a black button down and black slacks with a small beige half-apron around her waist. She handed the two of them menus and smiled before disappearing. Levy opened her hesitantly, glancing at the foods. They were all a little rich for her taste, truth be told she would have been fine with a burger.

She finally chose a chicken dish with a side of salad. Gajeel chose a steak. Neither had spoken to one another since the music-in-the-car conversation. When the waitress asked if they wanted wine, Levy who was considering excusing herself to the bathroom to send the get-me-out-of-here text to Lucy, almost nodded vehemently but Gajeel waved it off, saying that they were fine with water. So, Levy said nothing.

They sat quietly, looking everywhere but each other until Gajeel mumbled: “So, like your job?”

Levy hadn’t… expected that question. “I guess. You?”

“’S pretty fun. Expect when someone has an adrenaline rush and doesn’t understand we’re trying to help him.”

Levy smiled softly. “I once had a guy try to punch me because he thought I was going to tell the CIA he was in my ER.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He was having hallucinations. Took five orderlies to get him still long enough for me to sedate him.”

“Damn. I mean, I’ve had nothing that exciting. Except one time, my rig was called onto a gunshot wound call, turned out the dude had shot himself in the ass.”

“What? How?”

He grinned slyly. “You don’t want to know.”

“Is it true that you guys just sit around when you aren’t on a call?”

“No! We drive around… I mean, what else are we supposed to do?”

“So do you know the entire city like the back of your hand?”

“We only patrol a certain area in the city, but yeah. I know it pretty well.” Levy watched as he tugged on the cuff of his black blazer that he wore over his shirt. “You know, you’re different from other doctors.”

“Good different or bad different?” She asked as she took a long sip from her glass of water. That was never a good sentence.

“Good different. I mean, all the doctors I’ve ever met are always so cocky. Like get off your goddamn horse, am I right?” Levy felt her lips begin to purse. “Not that you’re like that or anything.” He added.

Levy wasn’t sure if she should have been offended or not, so she just stayed silent. Gajeel bit his lip awkwardly and toyed with the cuff of his jacket again. Was he waiting for her to speak?

They were thankfully interrupted by their food. They dug in gratefully, and the silence continued as they ate. They were ten minutes into their meal when they heard a loud scream and a crash. They turned towards the source of the sound.

A woman stood, hands clenching and unclenching, looking around frantically. “My husband!” She cried. “My husband! He just collapsed! Someone help him, please!”

“Is anyone a doctor in the building?” One of the waiters called. Levy and Gajeel were on their feet in seconds, pushing past the crowd of restaurant patrons who had risen to see what the fuss was all about.

“Move! I’m a doctor!” Levy said, trying to get to the man on the ground. For some reason whenever she said that no one moved. It really annoyed her.

“EVERYBODY MOVE!” Gajeel roared, and the sea of people parted shocked by the loud voice.

“I’ll get the defibrillator!” One of the waiters called, running off to the kitchen where they presumably kept it.

“I’ll deal with him and the wife.” Gajeel told Levy. “You’re the doctor, you check on the guy.” Levy nodded, before running to the fallen body.

“Sir, sir can you hear me?” Levy asked, patting his face sharply. He didn’t move. She opened his shirt and found the sternum, rubbing against it hard. Still nothing. No, no, no, no, no. She checked his pulse. Nothing. Crap.

Meanwhile Gajeel was trying to calm the wife, who was crying still babbling about her husband and how he just fell. Hysterical. Lovely. Best thing a doctor needed. “Hey. Hey.” Gajeel snapped when asking nicely didn’t shake her from her sobs. She stopped babbling and looked at him, terrified. He’d only seen that look too many times. “I need to know, if your husband on any medication? Any diseases?”

She shook her head before quietly adding: “H-he has a p-pacemaker.”

“Levy! Pacemaker!” Gajeel called to the doctor who had just finished her examination of the patient.

“No pulse. Starting compressions.” She responded.

“C-compressions?” The wife shouted distraughtly. “That-that means he’s d-dead right? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Fuck, Gajeel thought. She’s hyperventilating.

“He’s going to be okay.” Gajeel assured her, sparing a quick glance to the large old man who had fallen on the ground and small woman on top of him. “Doctor McGarden is very good at her job. And I have another question that you have to answer. When he fell, did he just fall, or did he clutch his chest? Did his left arm hurt?”

“He clutched his chest. I thought it was nothing. It’s all my fault!” She wailed, grabbing Gajeel’s shirt and weeping into it.

“Listen, I can help your husband, but to do that you need to let go of me. Okay? So can you take a deep breath and let go?” The wife nodded weakly, and Gajeel ran over to Levy. He joined her on the floor, kneeling next to the man.

“Heart attack.” He told her. She stopped her compressions to test his pulse. Still nothing.

“I’ve got the defibrillator!” The waiter cried, running past the staring circle of people around them.

“Get him out of here!” Levy snapped as she pumped the man’s chest.

Gajeel turned to the waiter. “Put that away, we can’t use that.”

“What do you mean you can’t use it? Don’t you doctor people use them in the TV shows?”

“Yes. But we use hospital ones, those won’t work on someone not in V-Fib—look, because science it won’t tell the difference between him and a table, we can’t use it. If you want to be helpful, get everyone away from here and call nine-one-one.”

The waiter nodded dutifully and set aside the equipment. He turned to the patrons and ushered them back to their seats. “Nothing to see here folks!” He told them. Gajeel knew he wouldn’t be successful but at least he was out of the way.

Gajeel knelt next to the man and grabbed a napkin from one of the tables near them and held it between his mouth the unconscious man’s mouth to prevent germs from spreading between them. He began breathing into the man’s mouth, and every two minutes the two of them would stop and Levy would check the man’s pulse. She didn’t even need to shake her head to let Gajeel know the verdict, all he needed was the look in her eyes before she went back to pressing on his chest.

“The ambulance is five minutes out!” The waiter called out to them.

“Thank you.” Levy said without pausing in her compressions.

The man beneath them blissfully unaware (at least from the look on his face) that he was dead. Behind them Levy could hear the wife whimpering and the awed whispers of the bystanders. She paused to take the man’s pulse. Nothing, dammit! Back to compressions. Come on, come on, COME ON!

The time was paradoxical in its speed. On one hand every second seemed to take forever, but at the same time when the paramedics arrived Levy was almost surprised at how quickly they’d showed up. “Sudden heart attack, pacemaker must have shorted. Been administering CPR for…” She glanced at Gajeel who was helping the on-duty EMTs roll the man from the backboard they’d put him on to the gurney. One of Natsu’s partners, Juvia Locksar was doing compressions for the man while she kept pace with the rolling gurney.

“Six minutes.” He supplied.

“You and Gajeel were first on scene?” Natsu asked as he began to roll the gurney (with the help of another one of his partners, Gray Fullbuster) to the ambulance.

“Yes.”

“You have to ride with us.” Natsu informed her. By law she wasn’t allowed to leave the patient in the hands of less qualified people.

“I know.” She spared Gajeel an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Gajeel.”

“It’s the law, Shrimp, I get it.”

“Where are they taking my husband?” The wife howled. Gajeel walked over to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am. He’s in the hands of the best emergency room doctor in Magnolia. If you want we can follow the ambulance to the hospital.” He paused and yelled to Natsu who was already loading the man onto his rig. “MAG GEN, RIGHT?”

“YEAH. SEE YOU THERE, METALFACE.” Levy climbed into the vehicle after the gurney and closed the doors behind her. Levy grabbed a breathing bag, and pressed it over the mouth of the man, Juvia continued to press on his chest.

Juvia paused and checked for a pulse. “He’s got one!” She cried happily. “Slow but there.”

“He’s not breathing though.” Levy told the other woman. Levy handed the bag to Juvia who continued to bag him. “Where’s your oxygen?”

“Top shelf, right.”

Levy climbed frowned. Sometimes her size sucked. She looked at the floor, and climbed onto a bag of ResuAnnies. She grabbed one of the oxygen tubes and almost fell as they ran over a pothole and the vehicle shook. She returned to her cramped seat between the gurney and the wall of medicine. She handed it to Juvia who hooked the tube to the back of bag and Juvia continued bagging him. Levy counted his pulse, fifty beats per minute. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall of medicine, drawer handles digging into her back.

“So?” Natsu asked. Levy glanced up at him in the rearview mirror. “How was the date?”

The ER was rather empty. Lucy ran up to her friend, taking the bag from her. “Middle-aged. Heart attack. Pulse, but still has difficulty breathing, keep him on oxygen. Wife en route.”

Lucy began ordering nurses around, once they got him to a bed. Lucy took a minute to ask Levy about her date. Levy shrugged. “It was fine.” She offered.

Levy heard the familiar voice of the frantic wife of the man that she’d saved. The woman ran past Levy like a speeding bullet and wailed over her husband distracting Lucy for a minute. Five feet behind her was a winded Gajeel. Gajeel took a deep breath and braced himself on his knees.

“She’s really fucking fast.” He heaved. “I think I broke like nine traffic laws because of her.”

“Uh huh.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Look,” He said once he caught his breath, “I’m really sorry about dinner. You were really amazing tonight.”

Levy blushed. Why did she keep doing that tonight? “Thanks. You were too.”

“I know.” He said cockily. And yet… Levy was starting to find that endearing. “Hey, you’ve done your ethical and legal duty and he’s in great hands. You want to get dinner?”

Levy raised an eyebrow. “Nothing fancy.” He said with a grin. “How ‘bout burgers?”

Levy smiled. “I’d love some burgers.”

Gajeel’s grin widened and he held out his arm for her to take, and she did.

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