The Doctor

She carefully drove her small SUV-hybrid down the residential street to avoid slipping on any icy slick spots. The satellite radio played a classic 80s song. The music of the 80s strangely appeal to her now since late Fall. The Shade of Winter by the Bangles seem a good match for the gray overcast skies over Chicagoland.

The trip from the heart of Chicago to Toby’s house was uneventful with the usual traffic for this time of day, shortly before the mad rush hour. Kathleen had left her things under the stairs at his house last night, because her stay at the Holiday Express near the airport was only for the one night. The Fairmont was more long term, till she found an apartment to lease.

Toby had said for her to drop by later in the day, and that either he or his housemate would be there to let her inside to get her things. She hoped that he would be there because felt like having something eat, and maybe they could go get something or order in. She preferred to have company for dinner, than eat alone in a restaurant, even as nice as they might be back in the Fairmont.

Alec had just finished his shift for the day and for the day after that, apparently he was allowed a day off, which was a welcomed relief. He'd spent way too many hours in the hospital since his arrival in Chicago and the whole point of coming to Chicago was to get away from work and experience life or as much as you could in a city where demons roamed the streets.

It didn't take him very long to get home, the engine of his bike clearly audible from over a block away. There was nothing more freeing or exhilirating than riding a bike at full speed down a long empty stretch of road, Alec loved it and he also loved the potential danger. What? He was a bit of an adrenaline fuelled danger junkie, always had been.

It was as he was pulling up outside of the house that his brow furrowed beneath the dark visor of his helmet, there was an unfamiliar vehicle on the drive. Alec cut the engine and kicked out the stand, pulling one leg off the seat of the bike before easing it down onto the stand. He reached up and unbuckled his helmet, sliding it off his head to reveal that wonderful helmet hair of doom. Alec quickly sorted that out by reaching up and rubbing a couple fingers through the short strands, tipping his head at the woman stepping out of the car.

"Hey, can I help you?"

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