Title: The Doctor and The Rocker

Author: DockRock06

Rating: M

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

Spoilers: none

Content Warning: Bad language, drug references.

Summery: What if Ray had been at County before? And what happened during that time in which he was staying with none other than Kerry Weaver?

This story is an AU fic, set in no particular season but in this story Ray is 22 years old. In this story Mark Green also did not die, because I love him so much. Benton will also be in this story. Kerry Weaver will also not have been adopted, like in ER, but I needed to change that factor for my story. Also this is not a romance fic, but you will find out the connection that she and Ray have further down the page…so I won't keep you!

Also some characters may be a bit OOC, e.g. Kerry and Ray

PROLOGUE

Kerry Weaver was sitting on the sofa of her two bedroom apartment drinking some wine and relaxing after having a very taxing day in the E.R. There had been a massive seven car pile up on the freeway and all four critical patients had been sent to Cook County General. Although all of the patients had made it through, a surprise to some of the doctors who would admit that it had been touch and go for a while, Kerry Weaver still just wanted to sit and having a relaxing evening to let out all of the stress of the hectic day which she had just endured.

Pulling her feet up onto the couch Kerry reached over and picked up the book which she was in the middle of reading, John Steinbeck's 'Of Mice and Men', a favourite of hers. Having opened the book for a mere ten minutes Kerry sighed as she heard the thrill piercing of the telephone in the corner of the room, and slamming her book shut after marking her current page with a bookmark, she lifted her crutch from the floor beside her and began to make her way towards the offending item shouting 'I'M COMING!', as she went, as if the person on the other line would be able to hear her and stop the noise coming from the phone.

Picking up the receiver on the phone Kerry said politely into the handset,

'Hello Kerry Weaver speaking, may I ask whose calling?'

'It's me Kerry, your sister, Karen' upon hearing those words Kerry felt her mouth go dry. Why would her sister be calling her at this hour unless something was wrong? Was it their parents?

'Kerry I was calling because I need you to do me a huge favour…please' Kerry sat down on the chair beside the phone and placed her hand over her racing heart, she really needed to calm down and stop jumping to conclusions.

'What is it Karen, if I can help you I will' Kerry meant it too; she would do anything to help her baby sister, even if they hadn't spoken in nearly ten years since Kerry moved to Chicago.

'Well the thing is, my husband David died a few days ago and I really need some time on my own to try and get my head around things' Kerry heard the wobble in her sisters voice as she said those words and also felt the moisture fill up in her own eyes. She didn't know David that well as Karen had only married him a few months before Kerry had moved away.

'Sure Karen if you need a place to stay when you' Kerry was cut off by her sister however before she even got to finish her offer of a place to stay.

'No, not me Kerry, I'm going to stay in Baton Rogue, but I was wondering if maybe Ray could stay with you for a few weeks?'

'Yes, of course he can…when will he be coming and I'll see if I have the day off to meet him at the airport?'

Kerry and her sister both made the arrangements that Ray would be coming in two days to come and stay with Kerry until Karen was better. However, Kerry would not be meeting him at the airport as she had a meeting that day and so Ray would be getting a taxi to the hospital where he would be seeing his aunt again for the first time in ten years.

Saying goodbye to her sister Kerry hung up the phone and went and resumed her previous position on the sofa. Only this time instead of reading her book she sat thinking about what the next few weeks would be like.

The last time she had seen her nephew he had been a short, thin child with sandy hair that shagged around his beautiful green-gold eyes. Getting up and walking towards her bedroom Kerry decided that she had done enough thinking for one night and decided to go to sleep and get rested for her nephew who would be here in only two days.

Kerry Weaver was standing at admit when Mark Green walked up to her, a smile on his face as he turned to her and said,

'So what time is his flight getting in?'

Kerry looked at her watch before saying,

'Not long now, his flight gets in at two. I just wonder how I'm going to recognise him though, the last time that I seen him he was a small twelve year old, now he's twenty two!'

Mark Green laughed with his friend before giving her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he said,

'I'm sure you'll recognise him somehow'

Looking at her watch again Kerry Weaver noticed that it was now half past two and she was beginning to get worried. Ray was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago and she was really contemplating on weather or not she should phone the airport to see if the flight had indeed arrived yet.

'Starin' at your watch aint' going to make time go any faster' said Frank around a mouthful of doughnut as he sat on the chair beside the phone at the admit desk where Kerry had found herself once again. Today had been a very slow day in the E.R and although any doctor was usually grateful for such a blessing, Kerry just wished that she had something to help pass the time.

'Well for your information Frank, I am waiting on someone and was wondering why they aren't here yet. So how about you do some work instead of pushing your nose into my business?' Kerry snapped back at the desk clerk.

Just as Kerry was about to pick up the phone and call the airport to make sure if her nephews flight was in, she heard the buzzing voice of none other than Robert 'Rocket' Romano down the hall calling her name.

Sitting in the back of the cab Ray looked out the window and couldn't help but think how miserable he was. He had been shipped off by his own mother to stay with an aunt who he hadn't seen since he was a child all because his mother felt that she 'needed some time to adjust' after the death of her husband, Rays step-father. Ray had been upset when the man had died, yes, but he didn't know why his mother was taking it so badly. All his mother and step-father had done was fight anyway because David had been so fond of the drink. It had drove him to breaking point the amount of times that he or his mother would have to be patched up because David had been in a foul mood after a night of drinking and decided to take it out on them.

That had been the reason why Ray had decided to start a band; it was a way for him to let out all of the tension he was feeling in his music, not alone an opportunity to get out of the house for a few hours. Ray was pulled from his thoughts whenever the cab pulled into an ambulance bay of a hospital and declared to Ray,

'We're here', from the front seat. Getting out of the taxi Ray went to the boot to help the driver pull out his two bags which contained all of his stuff, and also his guitar. Giving the driver the money Ray slung his guitar over his bag and picked up both of his bags as he made his way to the front doors of the hospital, the sign above saying, 'Cook County General'.

Making his way to the front desk Ray noticed that there was a man sitting behind it who looked like he might work there so he decided that he would get him to help him with his dilemma, finding my aunt in this place is so not gonna be easy

Getting the attention of the man Ray offered him a small smile before he said,

'Ah, I was wondering if you knew where Dr. Kerry Weaver is?' Ray asked in his southern accent, sounding all the polite gentleman.

Frank eyed the young man in front of him up before he barked at him,

'Hold on a minute, I'll go get her'

Ray nodded at the man and set his bag on the ground waiting for his aunt.

'What are you talking about Robert, he doesn't need surgery so I suggest that you just put your scalpel away and stop being so'

Kerry was cut off when Frank opened the door to Trauma One and said,

'Dr. Weavers, there's some kid at admit looking for you'

Before Kerry could even ask who, Frank was out the door and already making his way back to the admit desk.

'We'll talk about this later Robert, but no surgery!' And with that Kerry left the trauma room and left a fuming Romano standing in the middle of the now empty room.

As Kerry got closer to the admit the only people that she could see was a young man and a teenage girl. Cursing Frank for not even bothering to tell her if the 'kid' was a male or female Kerry just walked on taking in the appearance of the young man.

He was about 5'11 and was of a thin build from what she could see. He was wearing a green coat with came down about mid-thigh and underneath he was wearing a band t-shirt. Adding to the, what appeared to be punk look, where large black biker boots underneath tight light blue jeans that had rips in the knees. The young mans brown hair was spiked up in all directions, but in a style of that look, not a messy way.

As Kerry neared the desk the young man turned to looked at her and she gasped when she saw his eyes, they were a beautiful green-gold and she realised that the punk kid was in fact her nephew who used to barley reach her shoulder but was now standing above her.

Turning his head Ray at the sound of a clicking noise Ray noticed that his Aunt Kerry hadn't changed a bit. She still had the same red hair and he guessed the same fiery temper.

Giving her a smile that showed sparkling white teeth Ray said,

'Aunt Kerry, long time no see'

Well I leave you there! I hope that you liked and please review to let me know what you think! All you have to do is click on the little button on the left…I'll give you a cookie!

A/N I may be taking a break from writing my story, 'Bend and Not Break', as I have a bad case of writers block for that story and I am going to be updating that one for quite a while.