Hi I'm back. I am much more pleased with this story than the last but it probably still sucks. Anyways, I reloaded Trip Through Time because some references are made to it in this story. I would suggest reading that first just to get an idea of what's going on, but even if you don't, it shouldn't be to hard to understand. Well read on!
Disclaimer: I only wanted Carter but the writer's refused so I don't own any of them. I do however own Emma and Emily who emerged from the empty space where my mind should be.
He hated this. Conferences were so boring. 'It will give you time away from the hospital,' Kerry had said. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to it.
The again Kerry could be very convincing. 'And scary,' he added as an after thought.
He looked up at the stage where a middle aged man was droning on and on about ER procedure. His mind began to wander as he took in his surroundings. He was in a large meeting hall. It was elegant, with golden chandeliers and a polished wooden floor. The hundreds of blue plastic chairs the doctors were sitting in clashed horribly with the gold and green patterned wallpaper.
He glanced at his watch and sighed. Still 20 minutes left before the torture was over.
The woman next to him leaned over and whispered, "I take it you find these things as mind numbing as I do." She smiled pushing her short blonde hair out of her eyes.
He smiled back. "Does the term cruel and unusual punishment mean anything to you?"
She tried to stop her self from laughing, resulting in a low snort. She bit her lip and straightened up.
He smiled again and extended his hand. "John Carter."
She returned the gesture. "Emma Parasuski."
When she moved he had a clear view of the man next to her. "That guy looks like he could use some caffeine," he whispered. It was true the man was dozing off.
She started to laugh and in an attempt to cover it she ducked her head.
Carter shook his head smiling.
She lifted her head, composed. "Stop it or you're going to get us kicked out," she hissed.
"It's not me. You're easily amused. I'm not even remotely funny."
"So what hospital do you work at?" she asked changing the subject.
"Cook County General in Chicago. You?"
"Camden County Hospital, New Jersey."
He nodded casting a glance at the speaker, who was shaking hands with another man. "I think he's done," Carter told her.
"Finally run out of hot air has he?"
Now it was Carter's turn to laugh. He hid his face behind his hand. When he had composed himself, he noticed an older doctor in the row in front of them glaring at him.
The man on stage ended the conference and everyone began to stand.
"Let's get out of here," Carter muttered to Emma, glancing at the still glaring doctor. He watched as he turned to the man next to him and began a very loud conversation about people not acting their age.
Carter and Emma rose and wove their way through the sea of people. They made it to the doors and both sighed with relief as they walked outside.
"I think that doctor was a little mad at me," he said watching his breath change to a puff of cloud from the cold.
She began to laugh, her green eyes twinkling. She pulled her jacket tighter.
Carter looked at his watch. 6:00. "I'm starving, do you want to get dinner?"
She looked him over, then said, "Sure why not?"
They spent the rest of the evening talking about everything from their hospitals to their families. They finally called it a night at 11:00 when they remembered they had another conference tomorrow at eight.
The hallways of the hotel were as elegant as the meeting hall. Plush carpeting covered the floor and mirrors lined the walls.
Carter and Emma were pleasantly surprised to find their rooms were two doors away from each other. They said goodnight and Carter went to his room. He changed and slipped into bed. He dozed off around 12:00.
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...
Carter groaned, unable to believe his alarm clock was ringing already. He felt as though he had just gone to bed. Without opening his eyes he reached out and hit the snooze button. Ten more minutes. The incessant beeping didn't cease though, so he reached out and hit the alarm clock again.
It still didn't stop. Muttering to himself, he opened his eyes and made a grab for the clock. Two things became instantly clear and he stopped, still holding the clock.
One it was still dark, and two the beeping wasn't coming from the clock. He blinked, clearing his blurry vision. The clock said 1:00 am. He looked around confused, trying to figure out what was beeping. Then it dawned on him. The fire alarm.
He jumped out of bed and ran to his door. He yanked it open and the alarm's volume doubled. Carter looked up and down the hall and saw other heads sticking out of doors, but no evidence of a fire.
Emma came over to him. "Do you think someone pulled it as a prank?"
"I don't now but I suppose we should go outside until they're sure."
She nodded in agreement and they joined the throng of people already moving toward the steps.
Suddenly the door to the stairwell burst open and a man full of black soot and coughing emerged. Carter and Emma both rushed to him.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked.
"I'll...be...fine," he wheezed. "Don't go... down there. Entire floor is ... full of fire. It's blocking the stairway."
Carter glanced at Emma and, sure she had it under control, stood up. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "Uh, there's fire on the entire floor below us. It looks like we're stuck here for now."
Cries of protest and worried mutters passed through the crowd. Then a voice yelled out, "Fire! It's coming through the floor! My room's on fire!"
Screams of panic echoed through the hallway.
Carter looked at Emma, both thinking the same thing. They were stuck in the hotel with no way down, the fire was making it's way upward, and they were only two floors away from the top of the building. They were trapped. There was no way up or down.
Disclaimer: I only wanted Carter but the writer's refused so I don't own any of them. I do however own Emma and Emily who emerged from the empty space where my mind should be.
He hated this. Conferences were so boring. 'It will give you time away from the hospital,' Kerry had said. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to it.
The again Kerry could be very convincing. 'And scary,' he added as an after thought.
He looked up at the stage where a middle aged man was droning on and on about ER procedure. His mind began to wander as he took in his surroundings. He was in a large meeting hall. It was elegant, with golden chandeliers and a polished wooden floor. The hundreds of blue plastic chairs the doctors were sitting in clashed horribly with the gold and green patterned wallpaper.
He glanced at his watch and sighed. Still 20 minutes left before the torture was over.
The woman next to him leaned over and whispered, "I take it you find these things as mind numbing as I do." She smiled pushing her short blonde hair out of her eyes.
He smiled back. "Does the term cruel and unusual punishment mean anything to you?"
She tried to stop her self from laughing, resulting in a low snort. She bit her lip and straightened up.
He smiled again and extended his hand. "John Carter."
She returned the gesture. "Emma Parasuski."
When she moved he had a clear view of the man next to her. "That guy looks like he could use some caffeine," he whispered. It was true the man was dozing off.
She started to laugh and in an attempt to cover it she ducked her head.
Carter shook his head smiling.
She lifted her head, composed. "Stop it or you're going to get us kicked out," she hissed.
"It's not me. You're easily amused. I'm not even remotely funny."
"So what hospital do you work at?" she asked changing the subject.
"Cook County General in Chicago. You?"
"Camden County Hospital, New Jersey."
He nodded casting a glance at the speaker, who was shaking hands with another man. "I think he's done," Carter told her.
"Finally run out of hot air has he?"
Now it was Carter's turn to laugh. He hid his face behind his hand. When he had composed himself, he noticed an older doctor in the row in front of them glaring at him.
The man on stage ended the conference and everyone began to stand.
"Let's get out of here," Carter muttered to Emma, glancing at the still glaring doctor. He watched as he turned to the man next to him and began a very loud conversation about people not acting their age.
Carter and Emma rose and wove their way through the sea of people. They made it to the doors and both sighed with relief as they walked outside.
"I think that doctor was a little mad at me," he said watching his breath change to a puff of cloud from the cold.
She began to laugh, her green eyes twinkling. She pulled her jacket tighter.
Carter looked at his watch. 6:00. "I'm starving, do you want to get dinner?"
She looked him over, then said, "Sure why not?"
They spent the rest of the evening talking about everything from their hospitals to their families. They finally called it a night at 11:00 when they remembered they had another conference tomorrow at eight.
The hallways of the hotel were as elegant as the meeting hall. Plush carpeting covered the floor and mirrors lined the walls.
Carter and Emma were pleasantly surprised to find their rooms were two doors away from each other. They said goodnight and Carter went to his room. He changed and slipped into bed. He dozed off around 12:00.
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...
Carter groaned, unable to believe his alarm clock was ringing already. He felt as though he had just gone to bed. Without opening his eyes he reached out and hit the snooze button. Ten more minutes. The incessant beeping didn't cease though, so he reached out and hit the alarm clock again.
It still didn't stop. Muttering to himself, he opened his eyes and made a grab for the clock. Two things became instantly clear and he stopped, still holding the clock.
One it was still dark, and two the beeping wasn't coming from the clock. He blinked, clearing his blurry vision. The clock said 1:00 am. He looked around confused, trying to figure out what was beeping. Then it dawned on him. The fire alarm.
He jumped out of bed and ran to his door. He yanked it open and the alarm's volume doubled. Carter looked up and down the hall and saw other heads sticking out of doors, but no evidence of a fire.
Emma came over to him. "Do you think someone pulled it as a prank?"
"I don't now but I suppose we should go outside until they're sure."
She nodded in agreement and they joined the throng of people already moving toward the steps.
Suddenly the door to the stairwell burst open and a man full of black soot and coughing emerged. Carter and Emma both rushed to him.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked.
"I'll...be...fine," he wheezed. "Don't go... down there. Entire floor is ... full of fire. It's blocking the stairway."
Carter glanced at Emma and, sure she had it under control, stood up. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "Uh, there's fire on the entire floor below us. It looks like we're stuck here for now."
Cries of protest and worried mutters passed through the crowd. Then a voice yelled out, "Fire! It's coming through the floor! My room's on fire!"
Screams of panic echoed through the hallway.
Carter looked at Emma, both thinking the same thing. They were stuck in the hotel with no way down, the fire was making it's way upward, and they were only two floors away from the top of the building. They were trapped. There was no way up or down.