Disclaimer: I have no connection with er, the writers or producers.
Regrets
Chapter one, The morning after the night before.
Luka groggily opened his eyes, yawning he looked around his room. He could hear the shower going and for a few moments he wondered who was in there. And then the memories of the previous night came flooding back: the tequila, the dancing, the girl, the taxi, the bedroom. His stomach felt like it had dropped through the floor. He had cheated on Sam, granted she had yelled that she never wanted to see him again, but he knew that she had not meant that, that she was angry.
The noise of the shower stopped and was replaced by some one humming softly. The bedroom door opened and he clamped his eyes shut and regulated his breathing. He could hear her moving quietly around the bedroom, and then the rustle of clothes being pulled on. He opened one eye very carefully and saw her. She only had on her bra and pants, her wet dark hair was resting in tendrils on her shoulders and the droplets were disappearing down her waistline. She gently tugged a tee shirt over her head and then began shoving her stuff into her backpack.
She looked no older than 25, and Luka still felt like he knew her from somewhere. Maybe he'd even slept with her after Abby, to get over her. It was her eyes, he was sure that he recognised them.
Before he could close his own, she had turned to face him. She blushed "morning," she uttered quietly.
He acknowledged her with a slight nod; he was still not quite awake.
"Last night was fun," she continued, "but I've got to get going. I have work."
Luka picked up on her British accent and smiled slightly. He always had had a soft spot for the English.
He smiled up at her and sat up. "Okay." And with another small smile she was gone. He would never have to see her again, he could forget her and pretend she never happened, he could go back to Sam and Alex.
He rolled out of bed and headed towards the shower, the room was still steamy after her visit, god, could he even remember her name? No. He couldn't. But he decided that was a good thing, distance himself from her, forget about her.
&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&
Zoë Carter looked up at her new hospital. County General. She had heard so many stories about it. So much had happened here. So many bad things, yet John always spoke of it with such respect. She knew he loved the place, and that he would never leave unless he was driven out with a pitch fork.
She adjusted her skirt, she felt nervous, it was her first time back at work for over a year. She had run, after it had happened, she had thought that if she had stayed she would collapse under the intense pressure.
She walked through the doors, through the crowds of people to the front desk where a woman with long curly light brown hair sat.
"Um hey." Zoë said. The woman barely looked up.
"Fill in the form and take a seat." She said, sounding as if she had said those same eight words a thousand times before.
"No," Zoë said quickly. "Um I'm starting work here today. Zoe Carter." She said flashing her driving licence at the woman to prove she was who she said she was.
The woman smiled. "The new doctor?" And her smiled got wider when Zoë nodded. "I'm Sam, Sam Taggart." And Sam stood up and bushed the red button and the glass doors opened with a buzz.
Susan Lewis looked up, expecting to see a bed with yet another trauma victim, but she was surprised. A woman stood there, being greeted by Sam, Susan guessed she was the new doctor. Heading for the lounge she opened the door and called: "Carter, the new doc's here."
John Carter grinned, "She's late. Not a good start." He followed Susan back into the foyer.
He saw Zoë standing looked nervous and over whelmed. He smiled and called "Zo?"
She looked up and smiled. "John!" she cried and headed towards him. The two embraced and John kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Susan stiffened. John and Abby had only just gotten back together, and that took some serious poking on her part. She didn't want to find out that John was cheating after a week.
"Susan Lewis, this is Zoë Carter, my baby cousin." John said, introducing Susan to Zoë.
"John, please, I'm hardly a baby." Zoë scoffed.
John grinned, as Susan shook Zoë's hand.
"You know you're late." He added.
Zoë smiled, sheepishly. "I sort of got lost."
"Trust the British." He said smiling, "you live here."
"Well I haven't been to this hospital before and I've been using the underground for the past 6 months." She giggled, poking him in the back.
He looked at her suspiciously. "And...?" he asked
Zoë smiled and looked up at the bored. "And I was out last night, with Toni, it was a sort of one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four, five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, floor situation."
Susan laughed. "I like your style. I think you and me will get on." She said. "Come on, I'll show you around." And Zoë and Susan headed down one of the many corridors that County boasted.
The doors buzzed again and Luka Kovac walked through them, rubbing his head.
"Rough night?" John asked, watching Sam out of the corner of his eye.
Luka didn't answer; he merely nodded.
"Luka?" Sam asked quietly. "Could we talk?" and she nodded towards the lounge. Luka followed her, half dreading, half hoping she was gong to say what he though she was going to say.
Author's note: This is my very first fanfic, I haven't really got any more chapters written. I just wanted to see if people like it. So tell me if you hate it, love it, like it, or couldn't care less. Thanks. Ammers xx
Regrets
Chapter one, The morning after the night before.
Luka groggily opened his eyes, yawning he looked around his room. He could hear the shower going and for a few moments he wondered who was in there. And then the memories of the previous night came flooding back: the tequila, the dancing, the girl, the taxi, the bedroom. His stomach felt like it had dropped through the floor. He had cheated on Sam, granted she had yelled that she never wanted to see him again, but he knew that she had not meant that, that she was angry.
The noise of the shower stopped and was replaced by some one humming softly. The bedroom door opened and he clamped his eyes shut and regulated his breathing. He could hear her moving quietly around the bedroom, and then the rustle of clothes being pulled on. He opened one eye very carefully and saw her. She only had on her bra and pants, her wet dark hair was resting in tendrils on her shoulders and the droplets were disappearing down her waistline. She gently tugged a tee shirt over her head and then began shoving her stuff into her backpack.
She looked no older than 25, and Luka still felt like he knew her from somewhere. Maybe he'd even slept with her after Abby, to get over her. It was her eyes, he was sure that he recognised them.
Before he could close his own, she had turned to face him. She blushed "morning," she uttered quietly.
He acknowledged her with a slight nod; he was still not quite awake.
"Last night was fun," she continued, "but I've got to get going. I have work."
Luka picked up on her British accent and smiled slightly. He always had had a soft spot for the English.
He smiled up at her and sat up. "Okay." And with another small smile she was gone. He would never have to see her again, he could forget her and pretend she never happened, he could go back to Sam and Alex.
He rolled out of bed and headed towards the shower, the room was still steamy after her visit, god, could he even remember her name? No. He couldn't. But he decided that was a good thing, distance himself from her, forget about her.
&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&
Zoë Carter looked up at her new hospital. County General. She had heard so many stories about it. So much had happened here. So many bad things, yet John always spoke of it with such respect. She knew he loved the place, and that he would never leave unless he was driven out with a pitch fork.
She adjusted her skirt, she felt nervous, it was her first time back at work for over a year. She had run, after it had happened, she had thought that if she had stayed she would collapse under the intense pressure.
She walked through the doors, through the crowds of people to the front desk where a woman with long curly light brown hair sat.
"Um hey." Zoë said. The woman barely looked up.
"Fill in the form and take a seat." She said, sounding as if she had said those same eight words a thousand times before.
"No," Zoë said quickly. "Um I'm starting work here today. Zoe Carter." She said flashing her driving licence at the woman to prove she was who she said she was.
The woman smiled. "The new doctor?" And her smiled got wider when Zoë nodded. "I'm Sam, Sam Taggart." And Sam stood up and bushed the red button and the glass doors opened with a buzz.
Susan Lewis looked up, expecting to see a bed with yet another trauma victim, but she was surprised. A woman stood there, being greeted by Sam, Susan guessed she was the new doctor. Heading for the lounge she opened the door and called: "Carter, the new doc's here."
John Carter grinned, "She's late. Not a good start." He followed Susan back into the foyer.
He saw Zoë standing looked nervous and over whelmed. He smiled and called "Zo?"
She looked up and smiled. "John!" she cried and headed towards him. The two embraced and John kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Susan stiffened. John and Abby had only just gotten back together, and that took some serious poking on her part. She didn't want to find out that John was cheating after a week.
"Susan Lewis, this is Zoë Carter, my baby cousin." John said, introducing Susan to Zoë.
"John, please, I'm hardly a baby." Zoë scoffed.
John grinned, as Susan shook Zoë's hand.
"You know you're late." He added.
Zoë smiled, sheepishly. "I sort of got lost."
"Trust the British." He said smiling, "you live here."
"Well I haven't been to this hospital before and I've been using the underground for the past 6 months." She giggled, poking him in the back.
He looked at her suspiciously. "And...?" he asked
Zoë smiled and looked up at the bored. "And I was out last night, with Toni, it was a sort of one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four, five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, floor situation."
Susan laughed. "I like your style. I think you and me will get on." She said. "Come on, I'll show you around." And Zoë and Susan headed down one of the many corridors that County boasted.
The doors buzzed again and Luka Kovac walked through them, rubbing his head.
"Rough night?" John asked, watching Sam out of the corner of his eye.
Luka didn't answer; he merely nodded.
"Luka?" Sam asked quietly. "Could we talk?" and she nodded towards the lounge. Luka followed her, half dreading, half hoping she was gong to say what he though she was going to say.
Author's note: This is my very first fanfic, I haven't really got any more chapters written. I just wanted to see if people like it. So tell me if you hate it, love it, like it, or couldn't care less. Thanks. Ammers xx