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This is based on spoilers I've read for the first 2 episodes of season 9. So if you don't want to be spoiled.just don't read it! It's just how I think it will happen. And if you couldn't already tell, it takes place after "Lockdown".yeah, I know.another one.Oh, and it's a Carby, of course! (
On with the story.I know the title is lame.but it's 1:11 in the morning and I can't think of anything better.sorry! ------------------------------------------------- Now We're Even
"We're going to be okay. We're going to be okay"
The second kiss was longer. It was.it was still happening. Wow, Abby thought, I'm going to have to stop and breathe at some point. Maybe in a little while.
As the kiss deepened they both fell back onto the gurney Carter had been sitting on. All of a sudden there was a loud bang. Carter, startled, threw Abby off of him and she hit the ground with a not quite as loud thud. Susan had busted through the trauma room doors with a cot.
"Susan!" Carter exclaimed as he sat up, "we were.uh.we were just." he stuttered trying to defend himself and Abby.
"I got it Carter." Susan said with a smirk, "I guess you won't be needing this after all, but I'll leave it just incase." As soon as she walked out of the room, she mumbled, "It's about time."
"We'll need it" Abby mumbled from the ground to herself as she tucked a piece of loose hair that had fallen from the clip back behind her ear.
Carter lept off the gurney to check on Abby, "You okay?" he said cupping her face in his hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I get thrown off gurneys everyday." Abby said with a smile, throwing her hand into the air, brushing it off.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just got startled I guess," he said, trying not to laugh, as he offered a hand to lift her back up.
"Don't worry about it Carter--but you're sleeping on the cot."
"Fair enough. Now where were we?"
"Somewhere around here," she said as she leaned in for another kiss. Carter gladly reciprocated, running his hands through her hair. This kiss lasted much longer than the first two. The trauma room around them disappeared and the only thing that mattered was the two of them sharing this moment, this perfect moment. Carter initiated the first two kisses and he didn't know if it was the right thing to do at such a hectic time. But now his questions had been answered. This was right. This was more than right, it was perfect. He was sharing a mind-blowing kiss with the woman he loved, his best friend.
Abby was just as pleased and excited. She pulled Carter closer to her and again, they stumbled back onto the gurney, but this time Carter was on top. Abby saw her opportunity and she took it. She reached for the hem of his shirt and acted as if she was going to pull it off. Carter sensed this and sat up, raising his hands over her head, allowing her to lift his shirt off. But this was not what Abby had in mind, once she got the scrubs top over his head, she left if there, blindfolding him as she pushed him off the gurney and onto the cot to their right.
As Carter hit the cot Abby burst into laughter. He was so surprised that in his efforts to get back up, he fell off the cot and was struck by the trauma room floor. Of course, this caused Abby to laugh even harder. In fact, tears were now streaming down her face she was laughing so hard. "I'm-so-sorry," she blurted out between fits of laughter.
"Oh, I bet you are."
"I mean it, I never meant for you to fall off the cot too. I just had to get you back for before."
Carter opened his mouth to fight with her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. She looked so cute just laughing at him. He didn't want to ruin her fun. "I'll just have to get you back for that then."
"Oh no, we're defiantly even now."
"How can you say that? I fell *twice*."
"Yeah, but the second time was your fault. I only meant for you to hit the nice, soft cot. You're the one who fell onto the floor."
"Ugh, I give up. I'm going to bed."
"I hope you can managed to stay on the cot this time."
"Ha. Ha." Carter said sarcastically as he climbed back onto the cot.
~o~
Carter couldn't sleep, the fall hurt his back, but he would never let Abby know that. He took his penlight out of the pocket of his scrubs and made a shadow-puppet face with his right hand on the ceiling, keeping himself amused and keeping his mind off the pain in his back.
Apparently Abby couldn't sleep either. She was staring at the ceiling when she saw Carter's shadow puppet. She couldn't help herself, she had to laugh at his juvenile behavior.
"Abby can't sweep eiffer?" Carter asked as his shadow puppet in a sickening lovey-dovey voice after hearing her stifled laughter.
"That's pathetic Carter."
"Oh, come on! It's fun. Just try it."
"Fine," Abby said while she made a bird with her two hands, a bird that eventually began to peck at the face that Carter had made.
"Now that wasn't very nice," Carter said in a childish voice.
"Yeah, well neither was pushing me to the ground before!" Abby retorted as she struggled to itch her back.
"I wish I could say I was sorry, but you did do the same thing to me!"
"Yeah, yeah," she said still struggling with that pesky itch.
"What are you squirming around for? It's making me nauseous."
"You deal with incredibly bloody and gruesome traumas everyday and my moving around makes you nauseous."
"Yes," he smiled, "Now tell me what's going on."
"My back itches." She said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, well that's unfortunate. Too bad no one is here to help you with that."
"Carter!"
"Fine," he groaned, "turn around" he said as he kneeled on his cot preparing to itch her back. "Here?" he asked as he lightly scratched the middle of her back.
"A little lower." His hands shifted, "That's better, thank you."
"Anything for you."
"I'm going to remember you said that."
~o~
Carter and Abby stayed up all night talking.
"So what are we going to do when we get out of here?" Carter asked.
"We?" Abby responded, "What makes you think I want to do anything with you?"
"Because I'm just so damn cute."
"Oh yeah, How could I forget?"
"So?"
"Oh, I don't know. Honestly Carter, I just want to take a shower, smoke a cigarette, and then sleep all day."
"Sounds good to me, your place or mine?"
"I don't remember inviting you."
"Oh, but I do."
Before Abby could answer, Susan walked through the trauma room doors again, noticing each on their own bed. "I can see you used the cot after all. What's wrong? Public places don't do it for you two?"
Carter and Abby just stared at her.
"Okay, okay, sorry. I just thought I'd let you know, it wasn't smallpox but monkey pox. I brought you guys you're vaccines so once you take them you can go."
"Thank you Susan," said Carter as he took the syringes full of the vaccine from her.
"No problem," she left with a smile on her face.
Carter walked back over to Abby, "Ready?" He asked, raising the syringe to her arm.
"I guess so."
"Get ready for a little prick."
"Geez, I hope not." Abby said with a wry grin.
Carter, just realizing what he said, blushed. "That's not what I meant."
"I know Carter, it's okay."
Carter gave her the shot, still blushing.
"You're turn." Abby said after her shot was done.
Carter handed her the needle and she gave him his shot. When she was done he grabbed her hand and slid off the cot. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear.
"You read my mind."
~o~
"Just so you know, I'm getting the first shower." Abby said as they reached the door to her apartment.
"No way, I'm the guest." Carter argued.
"Exactly, it's my house, my shower. I'm going first." Abby said turning the key and opening the door.
"I think I know how we can solve this." Carter said with a mischievous smile on his face.
And with that Abby took his hand and led him to the bathroom, hoping that what he said before while they were getting their vaccines just wasn't true.and it wasn't.
This is based on spoilers I've read for the first 2 episodes of season 9. So if you don't want to be spoiled.just don't read it! It's just how I think it will happen. And if you couldn't already tell, it takes place after "Lockdown".yeah, I know.another one.Oh, and it's a Carby, of course! (
On with the story.I know the title is lame.but it's 1:11 in the morning and I can't think of anything better.sorry! ------------------------------------------------- Now We're Even
"We're going to be okay. We're going to be okay"
The second kiss was longer. It was.it was still happening. Wow, Abby thought, I'm going to have to stop and breathe at some point. Maybe in a little while.
As the kiss deepened they both fell back onto the gurney Carter had been sitting on. All of a sudden there was a loud bang. Carter, startled, threw Abby off of him and she hit the ground with a not quite as loud thud. Susan had busted through the trauma room doors with a cot.
"Susan!" Carter exclaimed as he sat up, "we were.uh.we were just." he stuttered trying to defend himself and Abby.
"I got it Carter." Susan said with a smirk, "I guess you won't be needing this after all, but I'll leave it just incase." As soon as she walked out of the room, she mumbled, "It's about time."
"We'll need it" Abby mumbled from the ground to herself as she tucked a piece of loose hair that had fallen from the clip back behind her ear.
Carter lept off the gurney to check on Abby, "You okay?" he said cupping her face in his hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I get thrown off gurneys everyday." Abby said with a smile, throwing her hand into the air, brushing it off.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just got startled I guess," he said, trying not to laugh, as he offered a hand to lift her back up.
"Don't worry about it Carter--but you're sleeping on the cot."
"Fair enough. Now where were we?"
"Somewhere around here," she said as she leaned in for another kiss. Carter gladly reciprocated, running his hands through her hair. This kiss lasted much longer than the first two. The trauma room around them disappeared and the only thing that mattered was the two of them sharing this moment, this perfect moment. Carter initiated the first two kisses and he didn't know if it was the right thing to do at such a hectic time. But now his questions had been answered. This was right. This was more than right, it was perfect. He was sharing a mind-blowing kiss with the woman he loved, his best friend.
Abby was just as pleased and excited. She pulled Carter closer to her and again, they stumbled back onto the gurney, but this time Carter was on top. Abby saw her opportunity and she took it. She reached for the hem of his shirt and acted as if she was going to pull it off. Carter sensed this and sat up, raising his hands over her head, allowing her to lift his shirt off. But this was not what Abby had in mind, once she got the scrubs top over his head, she left if there, blindfolding him as she pushed him off the gurney and onto the cot to their right.
As Carter hit the cot Abby burst into laughter. He was so surprised that in his efforts to get back up, he fell off the cot and was struck by the trauma room floor. Of course, this caused Abby to laugh even harder. In fact, tears were now streaming down her face she was laughing so hard. "I'm-so-sorry," she blurted out between fits of laughter.
"Oh, I bet you are."
"I mean it, I never meant for you to fall off the cot too. I just had to get you back for before."
Carter opened his mouth to fight with her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. She looked so cute just laughing at him. He didn't want to ruin her fun. "I'll just have to get you back for that then."
"Oh no, we're defiantly even now."
"How can you say that? I fell *twice*."
"Yeah, but the second time was your fault. I only meant for you to hit the nice, soft cot. You're the one who fell onto the floor."
"Ugh, I give up. I'm going to bed."
"I hope you can managed to stay on the cot this time."
"Ha. Ha." Carter said sarcastically as he climbed back onto the cot.
~o~
Carter couldn't sleep, the fall hurt his back, but he would never let Abby know that. He took his penlight out of the pocket of his scrubs and made a shadow-puppet face with his right hand on the ceiling, keeping himself amused and keeping his mind off the pain in his back.
Apparently Abby couldn't sleep either. She was staring at the ceiling when she saw Carter's shadow puppet. She couldn't help herself, she had to laugh at his juvenile behavior.
"Abby can't sweep eiffer?" Carter asked as his shadow puppet in a sickening lovey-dovey voice after hearing her stifled laughter.
"That's pathetic Carter."
"Oh, come on! It's fun. Just try it."
"Fine," Abby said while she made a bird with her two hands, a bird that eventually began to peck at the face that Carter had made.
"Now that wasn't very nice," Carter said in a childish voice.
"Yeah, well neither was pushing me to the ground before!" Abby retorted as she struggled to itch her back.
"I wish I could say I was sorry, but you did do the same thing to me!"
"Yeah, yeah," she said still struggling with that pesky itch.
"What are you squirming around for? It's making me nauseous."
"You deal with incredibly bloody and gruesome traumas everyday and my moving around makes you nauseous."
"Yes," he smiled, "Now tell me what's going on."
"My back itches." She said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, well that's unfortunate. Too bad no one is here to help you with that."
"Carter!"
"Fine," he groaned, "turn around" he said as he kneeled on his cot preparing to itch her back. "Here?" he asked as he lightly scratched the middle of her back.
"A little lower." His hands shifted, "That's better, thank you."
"Anything for you."
"I'm going to remember you said that."
~o~
Carter and Abby stayed up all night talking.
"So what are we going to do when we get out of here?" Carter asked.
"We?" Abby responded, "What makes you think I want to do anything with you?"
"Because I'm just so damn cute."
"Oh yeah, How could I forget?"
"So?"
"Oh, I don't know. Honestly Carter, I just want to take a shower, smoke a cigarette, and then sleep all day."
"Sounds good to me, your place or mine?"
"I don't remember inviting you."
"Oh, but I do."
Before Abby could answer, Susan walked through the trauma room doors again, noticing each on their own bed. "I can see you used the cot after all. What's wrong? Public places don't do it for you two?"
Carter and Abby just stared at her.
"Okay, okay, sorry. I just thought I'd let you know, it wasn't smallpox but monkey pox. I brought you guys you're vaccines so once you take them you can go."
"Thank you Susan," said Carter as he took the syringes full of the vaccine from her.
"No problem," she left with a smile on her face.
Carter walked back over to Abby, "Ready?" He asked, raising the syringe to her arm.
"I guess so."
"Get ready for a little prick."
"Geez, I hope not." Abby said with a wry grin.
Carter, just realizing what he said, blushed. "That's not what I meant."
"I know Carter, it's okay."
Carter gave her the shot, still blushing.
"You're turn." Abby said after her shot was done.
Carter handed her the needle and she gave him his shot. When she was done he grabbed her hand and slid off the cot. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear.
"You read my mind."
~o~
"Just so you know, I'm getting the first shower." Abby said as they reached the door to her apartment.
"No way, I'm the guest." Carter argued.
"Exactly, it's my house, my shower. I'm going first." Abby said turning the key and opening the door.
"I think I know how we can solve this." Carter said with a mischievous smile on his face.
And with that Abby took his hand and led him to the bathroom, hoping that what he said before while they were getting their vaccines just wasn't true.and it wasn't.