Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear on the show,
however I have made up a few of my own.
Secrets Unshared: Part One
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They hadn't officially broke up. They were just getting their own lives figured out first. Then they would go back to their relationship and fix it. But ever since the day he stepped back into the ER after spending yet another week in Africa searching for Luka, he was different. Although he was just as good a doctor, if not better, he heart wasn't in it like before. And since he wasn't really talking to her, or anyone else, it was hard to figure out what was going on in his mind. His eyes were void of any emotion as he glanced at her one morning, but his eyes strayed as Kerry approached.
"Carter, let's take a walk," she said softly.
"I'm backing up."
"Oh well. We have other doctors. There's someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Seriously Kerry, I have work." But she wouldn't listen to him. Abby watched as he was led into an empty room. Her eyes remained fixed on the door until it opened and he walked out.
"John, don't leave."
"Go away, Kerry," he said sternly before walking into the lounge. She followed him in.
"Should I call someone?" Kerry asked.
"No."
"Your father?"
"I'm not helpless. I know how to run my own life," he told her. "Can I leave now?"
"You have to work with me here, John. Everyone's worried."
"This isn't any of their damn business. Since when has my life become so interesting? I'm not on drugs. I don't need a babysitter."
"Are you sleeping?" she asked blocking his path.
"I've had insomnia since the stabbing. We already know this."
"So you're not sleeping?"
"You're a good doctor, Kerry, but you're being a lousy friend. Now get out of my way."
The argument could be heard at admit but no one knew what was really going on. Then Carter walked out of the lounge.
"Jerry, I'm expecting some labs and a call from someone in Canada. Page me when they come," Carter said before disappearing out the bay doors.
Abby only hesitated a minute before following him. She expected to see him walking into oncoming traffic but instead found him sitting against the cement wall smoking.
"I figured you're be halfway to the West Coast by now," she said putting her hands into her pockets.
"I have a responsibility. I'm not going to just leave it."
"Didn't seem that way." He didn't say anything. "When'd you start smoking again?"
"There wasn't a lot to do in Africa."
"Are you busy tonight?" she asked as he pager went off.
"I have to take this call." He stood up, tossed his cigarette and walked inside, taking the phone away from Jerry. "Hello? Hi. I've been waiting for your call." He idly began doodling on a scratch piece of paper. "Oh yes, saving lives by the minute. How is he? That's an improvement. Don't ride him too hard." His smile turned flat as the person on the other end spoke. "Really? That's interesting." He took the test results Haleh handed him and scanned them. "No, I just meant it wasn't expected. Your choice or his? I am not commenting on that. I'll probably be shot just for taking your call. It's not funny." Gallant walked up holding some charts. "Hey, listen, when you're in town next, call me. We can grab a couple of cokes." He smiled softly, the first smile Abby had seen cross his face in weeks. "Okay. Take care." He hung up the phone and followed Gallant down the hall towards his patients.
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Author's Note: This one is really a work in progress. I don't have much more than this, so please R&R and let me know of any suggestions of ways to take this one.
Secrets Unshared: Part One
~*~*~*~*~*~
They hadn't officially broke up. They were just getting their own lives figured out first. Then they would go back to their relationship and fix it. But ever since the day he stepped back into the ER after spending yet another week in Africa searching for Luka, he was different. Although he was just as good a doctor, if not better, he heart wasn't in it like before. And since he wasn't really talking to her, or anyone else, it was hard to figure out what was going on in his mind. His eyes were void of any emotion as he glanced at her one morning, but his eyes strayed as Kerry approached.
"Carter, let's take a walk," she said softly.
"I'm backing up."
"Oh well. We have other doctors. There's someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Seriously Kerry, I have work." But she wouldn't listen to him. Abby watched as he was led into an empty room. Her eyes remained fixed on the door until it opened and he walked out.
"John, don't leave."
"Go away, Kerry," he said sternly before walking into the lounge. She followed him in.
"Should I call someone?" Kerry asked.
"No."
"Your father?"
"I'm not helpless. I know how to run my own life," he told her. "Can I leave now?"
"You have to work with me here, John. Everyone's worried."
"This isn't any of their damn business. Since when has my life become so interesting? I'm not on drugs. I don't need a babysitter."
"Are you sleeping?" she asked blocking his path.
"I've had insomnia since the stabbing. We already know this."
"So you're not sleeping?"
"You're a good doctor, Kerry, but you're being a lousy friend. Now get out of my way."
The argument could be heard at admit but no one knew what was really going on. Then Carter walked out of the lounge.
"Jerry, I'm expecting some labs and a call from someone in Canada. Page me when they come," Carter said before disappearing out the bay doors.
Abby only hesitated a minute before following him. She expected to see him walking into oncoming traffic but instead found him sitting against the cement wall smoking.
"I figured you're be halfway to the West Coast by now," she said putting her hands into her pockets.
"I have a responsibility. I'm not going to just leave it."
"Didn't seem that way." He didn't say anything. "When'd you start smoking again?"
"There wasn't a lot to do in Africa."
"Are you busy tonight?" she asked as he pager went off.
"I have to take this call." He stood up, tossed his cigarette and walked inside, taking the phone away from Jerry. "Hello? Hi. I've been waiting for your call." He idly began doodling on a scratch piece of paper. "Oh yes, saving lives by the minute. How is he? That's an improvement. Don't ride him too hard." His smile turned flat as the person on the other end spoke. "Really? That's interesting." He took the test results Haleh handed him and scanned them. "No, I just meant it wasn't expected. Your choice or his? I am not commenting on that. I'll probably be shot just for taking your call. It's not funny." Gallant walked up holding some charts. "Hey, listen, when you're in town next, call me. We can grab a couple of cokes." He smiled softly, the first smile Abby had seen cross his face in weeks. "Okay. Take care." He hung up the phone and followed Gallant down the hall towards his patients.
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Author's Note: This one is really a work in progress. I don't have much more than this, so please R&R and let me know of any suggestions of ways to take this one.
