The Moon Has Spoken

It was rather interesting, Fiddler mused, how had the tautness of the atmosphere had blatantly diminished after she and Severus finally gave into instinct and accepted their long-denied yearnings.
They had both agreed that broadcasting the sudden (but rather obvious), twist in their relationship wouldn’t be the best course of action, as they were already taunted enough as it was, but no matter how naturally skilled they both were at subterfruge, the truth was their demeanor gave them away anyhow; the way they looked at each other, the way Severus managed to touch Fiddler more than it was strictly necessary, the way they teased each other…

“They must think we’re really thick”, George said in between mouthfuls of spiced pork.

“Yeah, they practically reek of sex”, Fred agreed evilly.

“Ew, that’s disgusting!”, exclaimed Ron.

“You think?”, spoke Hermione. She seemed doubtful.

“Um¯ Hello? Snape shagging Fiddler? Of COURSE it is bloody disgusting!”

“Well, I think it’ll be good for him”, Ginny said, evenly. “And Fiddler certainly glows, so I wager Severus isn’t bad at all…”

“GINNY!”, Harry and Ron raged in unison.

“Please! Just the thought of Snape getting laid is more than I can stomach”, Harry said, actually green in the face.

“Well, we still got the Extendable Ears”, George’s eyes twinkled as if Heaven’s Gates had just opened before him.

“Oh, please, George, I BEG of you, DROP IT!”, Ron said.

“Why? Wouldn’t it be interesting to hear that old bat in the throws of passion? And a good blackmailing weapon, too!”

“It sounds like something the Marauders would have done”, Harry said against his will, thinking that, if Sirius was alive, he would have been the first one on asking George for three pairs of Extendable Ears.

“Sure it does! Fun enough!”

“Chaps, come on”, Hermione interceded. “I know you can hardly restrain yourselves from getting at Snape… but do you really want to do that to Fiddler?”

“Oh, cripes! I forgot it was her he’s doing!”

“Fred, that was lewd”.
“Sorry. But it’s true, though. Well, I guess that settles is, doesn’t it?”, he said, looking as if Heaven’s Gates had just closed in his face… catching his finger in the process.

“Cheer up. We can still taunt them to kingdom come”, his twin told him.

Fred smiled again.

“Yes, Precioussss”, he said, mimicking Gollum down to the crouched maliciousness, “We can”.

Sometimes, Muggle movies were worth the trouble.

“What are you plotting, kids?”

Fiddler’s amiable voice sounded right behind them, startling the wits out of them.

“Nothing, Fidd”, George said, fooling no one. “Why?”

“Oh, just thought so”, Fiddler’s eyes glittered mischievously.

“You think a lot. You might overdo Hermione here and she won’t like it”.

“Shut it, George”, Hermione replied acidly.

“So how’s everything?”, Fred asked. “You look… ravishing lately”.

He stretched the adjective and was rewarded with Fiddler’s blushed cheeks.

“You think so? Why¯ Thank you…”

“You must be sleeping well… All warm and cozy”.

Fiddler’s brows knitted.

“Meaning what?”

“Oh, nothing, Fidd! Don’t be so chary…! But then again, I wager it’s contagious… REAL close convivence and all… If you wander with wolves you’ll learn how to howl”.

“Ha… Ha… Ha. Witty”, Fiddler sneered.

“See? You even sound like him!”, George pointed out.

“Come on, Fiddler, did you think you could fool us?”, Ron asked. “Not even Mum fell for your charade! But Fiddler, honestly… Snape?”

Fiddler blushed again and squared her shoulders.

“Well, I don’t see how that’s any business of yours, but IF you need to know, yes! Snape! We¯ I mean to say, um¯ Well, see¯ Oh, cripes, we’re l¯lovers, all right?”

Astonishingly enough, Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione cheered and clapped enthusiastically. Only Harry and Ron seemed more than a little nauseated.


“All right! That’s the spirit! Give me five!”, Fred smacked Fiddler’s hand gleefully and danced around with her as if she had just announced Voldemort’s painful death.

“Fred, Fred, Fred, easy, boy, stop it¯! Fred, I mean it!”

He let go of her.

“Party pooper”, he said.

“Anyhow… Who’s coming to the hospital with me?”

“Is your l¯l¯l¯lover coming?”, George teased her.

“No, he is not”.

“Oh. Pity”.

“Why not, though?”, Ron asked. “He did go with you last time, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he attended the autopsy”, Fiddler agreed. “But he’s gone on an errand for the Order”.

“What kind?”

“He didn’t say”.

“Well, if he didn’t tell you…”, Fred winked at her.

“Drop it already. So, who’s coming?”

“I am”, Hermione said. “I am eager to see Muggle hospitals from a wizarding perspective- I am sure there’s so much to learn! Imagine if we could blend both currents…”

“My dad tried it once, remember? Didn’t work out all too nicely for him”, Ron said.

“Yes, but not all of them are in your Dad’s case, I am sure we could¯”

“Shush, Hermione”, Harry said, gently enough. “I am coming as well, Fiddler, if you don’t mind”.

“Not at all. Fred? George? On a second thought, maybe not. You’ll get to the megaphone and broadcast to the four winds I am getting laid. You better stay here”.

“The megawhat?”, Fred asked.

“Where did you say that was?”, George added.

“Nice try”.

The twins pulled up identical evilish smiles.

“Ginny?”

“No, I’ll stay. I don’t like hospitals”.

“Wimp”.

“Shut it, Ron”.

“What about you?”, Fiddler asked.

“Oh, definitely coming”, Ron said. “Who knows, I might find myself a redhead nurse like Anna…”

Hermione smacked him quite hard on his cheek in fact, and walked all the way to the van with a really sulky look.

~*~

“Whatever happened to her, by the way?”, Ron asked as they tried to keep up with Fiddler’s adamant stride down the Hospital’s main hall.

“To whom?”

“Anna”.

“Oh, she’s fine”, Fiddler said dismissively. “She’s dating a neurosurgeon now”.

“That was quick”.

“Yeah, that’s Anna. Although… She men mention something… Only… Well, I didn’t pay much attention because Anna sees suitors in hydrants and lighposts, but she did say she’s seen a bloke lurking outside her flat for over a week now”.

“Did she call the Police?”, Hermione asked.

Fid sno snorted.

“Are you kidding me? She probably threw some knickers at him from the window with her flat key in them”.

The kids roared with laughter.

“Sounds kinky”, Ron said, licking his lips idly. Hermione glared at him.


“D’you reckon it was a wizard?”, Harry spoke. “He might be spying on her to see if he can get a hold on us…”

“That’s an idea, certainly”, Fiddler agreed. She stepped aside for the kids to enter the Medical Lounge and added: “Well, here’s where we lurk when we have nothing to do… Which usually never happens… That’s the TV, over there, and we have a fridge in there… So. If another strange death occurs, I will call you as soon as I get the corpse into a cubicle and you’ll help me tocollect samples and perform… a magical diagnosis, shall we say so.”

“It’s a pity Tonks couldn’t come”, Hermione said. “She would have been helpful”.

“Yes, well, she’s on duty, so we’ll have to content ourselves with you”, Ron said jokingly.

“Shut it, Ron”.

They settled around the chairs and sofas, to watch TV and wait until they were needed.

Fiddler grabbed her white coat from a hanger an left, her feet marching martially towards the Triage, as her mind freely waded through her memories of Severus. She closed her eyes delightedly and thought she was falling for that man, deep enough to start worrying about it…
Specially because she really didn’t think her feelings were returned.

Sure, Severus was a very talented lover indeed… Or maybe Fiddler was too inexperienced to actually tell the difference, but nonetheless she was utterly content about having him on her bed. All the more because he didn’t seem disgusted by what he saw there… He even seemed to actually… like it?

Don’t get your hopes up, Lass, he’s a man, and when men are horny they only care about three things.

Thank you, mind. I really needed that comment.

My pleasure.

Fiddler was a natural cynical. She had been steeling herself for the boot-giving she was sure it was meant to come ever since their first night together, but said boot was nowhere to be seen. Fiddler didn’t dare to hope, as she knew the fall of disappointment was an endless and very painful one…
But she was happy as she never had been before, and she really didn’t need to ask for more, she mused, because that tiny ray of moonlight was enough for her to survive.

She started humming softly to herself as she walked, not really noticing where she put her feet.

We\'re walking in the air
We\'re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I\'m holding very tight
I\'m riding in the midnight blue
I\'m finding I can fly so high above with you

She laughed as she imagined his face if he ever heard she had just compared thim to a moonbeam…

… And nearly tumbled down to the floor as she ran into a very wide female nurse.

“Oh, Nell! Didn’t see you there! Forgive me!”

“Well, it’s not easy to overlook me”, Nell said proudly. “But you were definitely walking in the air, Doc. You all right?”

“Yeah”, Fiddler blushed unwillingly, because Nell had just used the exact same phrase contained on the song she was just humming. “I was just… daydreaming”.

Nell the Nurse smiled knowingly.

“Oh, I know the feeling…”, she said cheerfully. “Who’s the lucky bloke?”

“Nobody, Nell… Why would there be a bloke at all?”

“Doctor Fiddler, my girl, those stars in your eyes mean one thing and one thing only: You¯”

“BLUE CODE, BLUE CODE, CUBICLE FOUR!”

The alarm wailed loudly and Fiddler let Nell speaking about stars in the eyes’ meaning, as she ran towards the cubicle, gathering her hair up in a hurry.

“What happened?”, she asked to the nearest person. It turned out to be Jerry, a first year and quite talented young resident. One of her most promising students, she might have added.

“Full respiratory arrest, Fiddler, five minutes now. He was admitted fifteen minutes ago, with a sudden history of headache, weakness, dizziness and labored breathing… He then developed blurred vision and erythrodermia and went into Kussmaul breathing… We intubated him and put him on C-PAP at 100%… the heart’s still beating, but arrhytmic”.

Fiddler peered at the monitor screen.

“A-V block, this man needs a percutaneous pacemaker”, she walked closer to the patient and sniffed at him. “Right. Jer, what are his ABD results?”

Jerry browsed through the patient’s chart and said out loud:

“pH 7.3, PCO2 60, PO2 40, HCO3 –10.”

“Mixt acidosis... Lactic and respiratory, surely. All right, people, let’s get to work! Pat, get me a second IV line. Lynn? Get me 13 amps of bicarbonate, IV push, 50 cc of sodium thiosulfate solution…

“Fifty or twenty-five percent?”

“Twenty-five, please. For ten minutes”.

“Right on it, Doctor”.

“Do we have DMAP, Carolyn?”

“I would have to check”, the nurse said and grabbed the phone to ask.

“Well, in the mean time, Kyra, pass him 10 cc of sodium nitrite… we’ll leave the equivalence to 300 mg at 3% for 5 minutes, shall we? Good. Now, Manny, call Cardio and tell them to send someone to apply a PP”.

“Yes, doctor”.

Carolyn gave the receiver to Manny and told Fiddler.

“We do have DMAP, Doctor Greene, do you want me to get it?”

“Let me see if he reacts to nitrite, if he doesn’t, get me 250 mg”.

“As you say”.

Fiddler turned her attention to the patient and sniffed at him again. Yes, there was no doubt about it, she had the effects of the mysterious potion before her very eyes. The patient didn’t seem to be reacting at all.

“Excuse me, doctor Greene, but what do you suspect?”, Jerry asked politely.

“Cyanide poisoning”, Fiddler replied. “Can you smell the bitter almonds?”

“Not really…”, Jerry inhaled forcefully but his face screwed in disappointment.

“Don’t feel bad about it. Not many people can do it… It has to do with some central receptors”.

“Ah”.

But he seemed miffed all the same.

Suddenly, the monitor beeped and Fiddler cursed.

“Drat, he’s out, quick, adrenaline!!”

She climbed onto the patient’s bed and started CPR, but it was of no use. Despite of all medical measures, the patient was, as the doctors said, transferred to the ECU 10 minutes later.



A/N.

ECU= Eternal Care Unit, medical slang for Heaven.

All medications above mentioned are used in the treatment of severe cyanide poisoning.

TBC, please R & R!!!!!

Thanx a lot to my kind beta Ian for his BRILLIANT thoughts!!!


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