Fred sighed and began to lick the tears from her face, which made Nina cry even harder. It was the best she'd felt in weeks.

She gave one final sniff and let go of Fred to put the car in gear so she could show him his new home and call his aunt Charity to come meet him.

"You have family now, Fred," she told him. "You're going home."


* * *

Alex Moore was stretched out on a bed in an empty examining room in the Riverbend General ER, trying to forget his family and get some sleep before another emergency erupted, when his older brother came in and dropped a brown paper bag with a six-pack of beer in it on his stomach.

"Hey!" Alex curled to absorb the blow and then saw it was Max and stretched back out again. Pain in conjunction with his family was nothing new. "I'm sleeping. Go away. And take that damn beer with you before somebody sees it."

Max pulled the beer out of the sack and peeled off a can. He popped the tab and left the five remaining beers on Alex's stomach as he collapsed into an orange plastic chair. The chair scraped and screeched on the floor, and Max's purple silk shirt clashed against the green wall. Alex winced and closed his eyes, hoping Max would take the hint and leave.

Max didn't. "You know, if you didn't spend your nights chasing women, you wouldn't get this tired during your shifts," he said and sipped his beer.

Alex didn't bother to open his eyes. "I did not spend my night chasing a woman. I took Debbie to dinner. She started talking about kids. I took her home. Story of my love life."

"It's because you've got that blond good-guy look," Max told him. "You've got nice guy written all over you. Now me, I look like a rat."

Alex kept his eyes closed as a hint. "Yeah, you do. Go away, rat."

"Of course, it's too late to pretend you're a rat around here since everybody knows you. You should have just changed the subject. 'Speaking of kids, Debbie, how about some sex?' You've got to learn to be faster on your feet."

Alex thought about snarling at him to go away and decided against it. He liked Max a lot, and given his family, a relative he was usually happy to see was a rarity. "I don't want to be faster on my feet. I just want to spend some nice quiet evenings with a woman who wants me more than she wants kids or a wedding ring. All the women I know have biological clocks and a burning need to commit. I want a woman who has a burning need to be with me and watch old movies and laugh. But right now, all I want is to sleep, which is why you're leaving."

Max swallowed some more beer. "It's because you're a doctor. Women always want to marry doctors."

Alex opened one eye, trying to ignore the purple shirt against the green wall. "You're a doctor. How come it doesn't happen to you?"

"I try not to date anybody more than twice," Max said. "It keeps the subject from coming up."

"That's real mature of you, Max." Alex closed his eye again. "Now go away. For once there are no disasters out there, and I need some sleep."

Max sipped his beer again. "This is your last day as a twenty-something, kid. How does it feel to be old?"

"You tell me," Alex said. "You're the one pushing forty."

"Thirty-six is not forty," Max said with dignity. "And you're going to lose your hair before I do. It's already creeping back from your forehead. I can see it from here. It's because you're blond. Dark-haired guys like me never lose it." He tipped the beer into his mouth this time and sucked up the last half of the can.

"Tell me you're not still doing rounds."

"Finished an hour ago." Max pitched the can into a nearby wastebasket and slumped, as much as he could, in the plastic chair. "You off soon?"

"Three more hours. Go away."

"So you ready for tomorrow?"

"It's my birthday," Alex said with his eyes shut. "It's not something I have to get ready for. Other people have to get ready for it. You, for example. Go buy me something expensive. You make the big bucks."

"Exactly," Max said. "And you know why."

Alex groaned and rolled away from his brother, who lunged to get the five-pack of beer as it tipped toward the floor.

"Hey!" Max said. "Avoid reality if you have to, but don't spill the beer."

Alex kept his back to him. "I'm not avoiding reality. I'm avoiding you. Go away."

"I am reality, buddy," Max said, and Alex heard the scrape of the plastic chair as his brother sat down again and the clank as he put the cans on the floor. "I ran into Dad just now. He was looking for you."

Alex groaned again.

Max's voice was sympathetic. "Yeah, I know. He wants to have dinner with you tomorrow."

"No," Alex said.

"I told him you would. Hell, it's not like you could get out of it. He said to meet him at The Levee at seven. For drinks first."

"Oh, hell." Alex rolled onto his back again and stared at the stained acoustic ceiling. "You could have told him I was sick. You could have told him that you'd diagnosed me with something ugly and catching."

"I'm a gynecologist," Max said. "What was I supposed to tell him? You got a yeast infection so you can't do dinner?"

"Would he have noticed?"

"Yeah," Max said. "He was working, so he was sober."

"Great. Just what I wanted on my birthday, to pour the old man into a cab at midnight."

"I took care of that," Max said. "I told him we had plans at nine. He understood."

Alex gave him a withering look. "So I get to pour him into a cab at nine. Thank you."

"It gets worse." Max beamed at him, cheerful as always. "He said your mother's coming to town tomorrow."

Alex sat up. "My mother's flying in for my birthday?"

"No," Max said. "She's flying in for a one-day seminar on the new laser technology. It just worked out that it's your birthday."

"Thank God." Alex flopped back down on the pillow. "For one awful minute, I thought she was going maternal on me."

"She told Dad she wants to have lunch with you," Max said. "Noon at the Hilton. Be on time, she's speaking at one." He picked up another beer from the floor and cracked it. "It's a shame you're still on duty. You could have one of these."

"My mother," Alex said to the ceiling. "An hour with my mother."

"You've got an hour with my mother, too," Max said after he'd taken another swig. "She wants to have a drink with you at four. She has surgery at one, so she figures she'll be free by then."

"I can stand an hour with your mother," Alex said. "I think."

"And I imagine Stella will be calling," Max began.

"She already did." Alex rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Breakfast tomorrow before she makes her rounds."

Max winced. "Do you suppose she does everything in the morning because she's the oldest?"

"No, she does everything in the morning because she's a pain in the ass," Alex said. "Even if she is my favorite relative."

"Hey!" Max straightened in his chair. "What about me? I kept you from having to spend the entire evening justifying your lack of career to the old man. You owe me."

"I have a career," Alex said for the millionth time. "I'm a doctor."

"Yeah, but you picked the wrong specialty," Max said. "You have to pick upscale, not ER. They made me, now they're going to make you. Cardiologist, oncologist, gynecologist-"

"No," Alex said. "I like what I'm doing. Go away. I'm trying to sleep."

A dark-haired little nurse poked her head in the door. "Hey, Alex, we need you. Accident coming in. Let's go." She disappeared again before he sat up.

Alex swung his feet around to the side of the bed and glared at Max. "If it hadn't been for you, I could have had a whole fifteen minutes of unconsciousness."

"That's another thing," Max said. "If you weren't an ER specialist, she'd have called you Dr. Moore."

The nurse poked her head back in. "Alex, let's go. Oh, hi, Max. Didn't see you there." She frowned at him. "Get rid of that beer now."

"Hi, Zandy." Max lifted his beer to her. "You're looking good."

She was gone before he finished his sentence.

"The respect she has for you is awesome," Alex said. "Must be because you're not an ER specialist."

"I dated her once," Max said.

"That explains it." Alex stood up and headed for the door. "Go away. I have to work."

"Don't forget tomorrow," Max called after him. "Family day. The whole Farkle family."

"Right," Alex muttered under his breath as he strode down the green-tiled hall. "Dr. Farkle, and Dr. Farkle, and Dr. Farkle, and Dr. Farkle, and Dr. Farkle."

"What?" Zandy asked him as she tried to catch up with him.

"Don't ever go into the family business, Zan," Alex said. "It's hell being low man on the dynasty."

"They trying to talk you out of the ER?" Zandy skipped a couple of times to keep up with him, her legs a good six inches shorter than his, so he slowed for her.

"Yep," Alex said.

"Don't do it."

Alex looked down at her, surprised. "No?"

"No," Zandy said. "You need this place. And it needs you. Ignore them. They're all suits."

Alex grinned at her. "Even Max?"

"Max is an ape," Zandy said. "But you're the good guy. Stay with us."

"Well, I'm planning on it," Alex began and then he heard the sirens and moved toward the doors, forgetting Zandy and Max and the whole Farkle family as he went to do what he loved best, saving lives on the run.


* * *

"You GOT a what!" Charity stood in the middle of Nina's high-ceilinged apartment and stared at Fred, amazed.