Title: Three
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one

A/N: (From the time of posting, not writing) Ah... I'm not quite sure when this was supposed to take place exactly. From the narrative it sounds as though it's around the end of the seventh season and definitely before Kerry meets Sandy, but, ah... I don't remember exactly. (I also think that I did the whole 'ER falling in' thing again in a newer story as well... is it stealing if I steal it from myself? :)

The pounding in her head wouldn't go away, she tried to remember what exactly had happened, but the thoughts just wouldn't form correctly. The first neuron that fired correctly was the one for red, there had been a lot of red, and white. Slowly it was all coming back to her. She had been standing at the admit desk, talking to the woman who had... something about a call from Rocket, and then. She tried to move her arms, but they seemed to be pinned down. She slowly opened her eyes, it wasn't as dark as she thought it would be, but it did seem as if they were in a twenty watt bulb. She thought about that, she wasn't even sure if they made twenty watt bulbs, she'd have to find that out. What had she been doing. She heard a groan coming from the right of her arm and she slowly extricated it from the rubble that was on it and felt around until she hit what felt like flesh. A quick survey with her fingers found a thumping area. Who had been with her, she wracked her brain for the name, and in a rush, everything came back. "Kim, Kim, are you okay?"

There was another groan, a cough, and then Kim spoke, "Yeah, I'm just peachy... you?"

"Just a little stuck."

After a second the weight on her chest and arms started to dissipate, and then much more light flooded in as a piece of beam that had been partially shielding her eyes was lifted away. She winced, "Kim, you're..."

Kim held a hand out, "You don't look so great yourself Weaver. Any pain, neck or back I mean?"

Kerry did a quick appraisal of her body. "Broken leg I think. Hip."

"Means you'll have to get it replaced..." Kerry's look seared into Kim's eyes, but the blonde doctor didn't seem phased by it. "So, will you take my damn hand and get up so we can get out of here."

"Where is here?"

"Kerry..."

"Kim..."

Kim looked around, "I think we're in the middle of the ER... Now, will you get the fuck up Weaver, we don't know if the whole building will come collapsing down on us or not."

Kerry pushed her self up a bit, and leaned against the pile that she had been partially under, "Why did you disregard my letter."

"God Kerry..."

"You used my first name, that's progress." Kim practically towered over Kerry, with her hands folded across her chest. "You do that, when you're scared, or unsure, around me, you put your arms around your clipboard, or across your chest, you protect yourself..."

Kim gave a hurf through her nose, "And how'd we work out, hmm..." Kim threw her hands up, "Kerry, you're so far in the closet you make... you make Jodie Foster look out..."

Kerry did a double take, "Jodie Foster's gay?"

Kim made a face, "No, yes, I don't really know, I mean, that's not the point Kerry." Kim turned away from Kerry and rolled her neck one way, then the other.

Kerry gave a cough. "Lord." She paused, "Kim, I need to sit..." She grimaced in pain.

Kim shook her head, "What, no... I can..."

"SIT down... and help me..."

Kim put a hand on Kerry's back and she herself got down on one knee as she helped Kerry down to the floor. There was a creak and then the sky was falling on them again.