AN:No, I do NOT own them. But you all know that. So let's just enjoy the story. It's
kinda short, and it's not based on any real episode. So here goes.
Abby stood on the roof, wrapping her thin lab coat around her for warmth. A patient had her really pissed off. She had screamed and yelled at him. She had told him that he was an @$$hole. That he had deserved to die and they shouldn't have saved him. She said to him things that no one ever expected to hear out of sweet little Abby Lockhart's mouth. But then again, Abby was a good bit different from the sweet young doctor facade she put on. She had had her share of problems. And then she had bolted to the roof, mid-shift. And she sat near the edge, watching Chicago beneath her. She heard the door open. Enter Carter. Just what she DIDN'T need. A sympathetic coworker. ugh.
"Hey." He held out a steaming cup of coffee as a peace offering, seeing her angry face.
Her expression softened at the sight of the hot coffee. OK, enter Carter, her god, bearer of caffinee. "Hey, thanks." She reached for the cup and let it warm her hands before drinking.
"Abby, are you OK? You were..sorta upset in there." Understatement of the year award goes to John Carter. she thought, smirking a little.
"I'll be fine, Carter. Don't worry about me."
"Come on, Abby, I've never seen you blow up like that."
"That kid had it coming! Every racist, sexist...every narrow-minded, prejudiced, intolerant, ignorant statement someone could make, all from him. And what do you think he'd say if he knew Benton and I saved his worthless life? He'd probably rather have died."
"Abby...you know, it might have been unusual for you, but I have to admit, that outburst was pretty cool."
"Yeah?"
He put an arm on her shoulder. "Yeah. I think I like your bitchy side, Abby."
"Um, thanks? I guess." She smiled at him.
"So, when are you off?"
"8. you?"
"Same. What are you doing tonight?'
"Well, I HAD plans with Luka to see a show. But when you break up with someone, you kinda cancel all of your plans."
"Yeah, so, are you 'just better off as friends now', huh?" Carter asked, imitating Luka's accent perfectly.
"Well, that's scary."
"Sorry, I'll never do it again."
"Good."
"So, you want to go get dinner after our shifts?"
"Well, I don't know. Luka once killed a man to prtect me. What have YOU done for me lately?"
"I got you that coffee."
"Ah yes, coffee. In that case, it's a date."
Abby stood on the roof, wrapping her thin lab coat around her for warmth. A patient had her really pissed off. She had screamed and yelled at him. She had told him that he was an @$$hole. That he had deserved to die and they shouldn't have saved him. She said to him things that no one ever expected to hear out of sweet little Abby Lockhart's mouth. But then again, Abby was a good bit different from the sweet young doctor facade she put on. She had had her share of problems. And then she had bolted to the roof, mid-shift. And she sat near the edge, watching Chicago beneath her. She heard the door open. Enter Carter. Just what she DIDN'T need. A sympathetic coworker. ugh.
"Hey." He held out a steaming cup of coffee as a peace offering, seeing her angry face.
Her expression softened at the sight of the hot coffee. OK, enter Carter, her god, bearer of caffinee. "Hey, thanks." She reached for the cup and let it warm her hands before drinking.
"Abby, are you OK? You were..sorta upset in there." Understatement of the year award goes to John Carter. she thought, smirking a little.
"I'll be fine, Carter. Don't worry about me."
"Come on, Abby, I've never seen you blow up like that."
"That kid had it coming! Every racist, sexist...every narrow-minded, prejudiced, intolerant, ignorant statement someone could make, all from him. And what do you think he'd say if he knew Benton and I saved his worthless life? He'd probably rather have died."
"Abby...you know, it might have been unusual for you, but I have to admit, that outburst was pretty cool."
"Yeah?"
He put an arm on her shoulder. "Yeah. I think I like your bitchy side, Abby."
"Um, thanks? I guess." She smiled at him.
"So, when are you off?"
"8. you?"
"Same. What are you doing tonight?'
"Well, I HAD plans with Luka to see a show. But when you break up with someone, you kinda cancel all of your plans."
"Yeah, so, are you 'just better off as friends now', huh?" Carter asked, imitating Luka's accent perfectly.
"Well, that's scary."
"Sorry, I'll never do it again."
"Good."
"So, you want to go get dinner after our shifts?"
"Well, I don't know. Luka once killed a man to prtect me. What have YOU done for me lately?"
"I got you that coffee."
"Ah yes, coffee. In that case, it's a date."