Hey everyone. This is my very first ER fanfic. I've written a few Casualty fics however I've discovered and fallen in love with ER. i watched three seasons in four days when I found it haha. My favourite couple on the show were Dr. Corday and Dr. Greene. I was devastated when Dr. Greene passed away. I also had a soft spot for Rachael, so this is just my little idea for a continuation of Rachael residing with Elizabeth and Ella in Chicago and how it would/could happen. Hope you all enjoy it. Aimée xx
I drag my feet up the cold sand stone steps to our front door. It's been the most awful day ever. I just can't wait to crash in my room. I turn the key in the lock and go in.
"Huh!" I gasp. The furnitures gone. Its all gone. Nothing in the hall way, or any of the rooms on the bottom floor. I run upstairs, theres nothing there either, except in my bedroom. All of my stuff's still there. I walk over to my bed, theres an envelope on it. I let my school bag slide from my shoulders and thud on to the carpet. The letter is addressed to me so I pick it up and open it. Theres a custody form, a wad of cash and a note. It simply reads,
"This should be enough to last you." There's no explanation. No nothing. I take the custody form in one shaking hand and read it. She's signed it. She's also left the spaces for my next guardian to sign. Whomever that may be. Point is though. She's given me up. She doesn't want me anymore. My breathing quickens. I feel my knees give way from underneath me and I land on the carpet. Tears are cascading down my cheeks. I draw my knees up to my chest and hug them, sobbing uncontrollably.
"She's left me. She doesn't want me." I keep saying over and over and over. I don't know what to do. I have no where to go, its not like my dad is there to take me in. I miss him so much. Thinking about my dad just makes me cry harder. I remember his funeral. It was awful. Saying goodbye. That was what made it awful. Saying goodbye to him, saying goodbye to Ella...
"Ella!" I gasp, and a helpful memory shoots through my mind.
"Can I still come and visit Ella?" I ask Elizabeth hopefully. She smiles.
"She's your sister, of course you can."
"I can go see Ella! I can go to Elizabeth!" I exclaim. I check that I have sufficient funds in the stupid envelope she left me. There seems to be enough. The next step is to pack. I run around my bedroom throwing pieces of clothing into my old case. Before long, its all finished. I slip the cash into my pocket, and the forms into the zip section on the top of the case, then head off. I get a cab to the airport. The journey takes no time at all and before long, I'm standing at the airport, in line to purchase a ticket to Chicago.
"Hi there how can I help you?" The woman asks.
"I need a ticket on the next flight to Chicago please." I say.
"No problem. There's a flight in an hour that you're just in time for. Which class?" She asks, rather skeptically.
"Economy." I reply, she nods.
"Do you mind where you're seated?" I shake my head. "Okay. And how will you be paying for that?"
"Cash please." I remove the wad of cash from my pocket. "How much do you want?" She tally's the total and I pay her. She then hands me my tickets, boarding passes etc etc. Eventually, I find myself standing at the departures gate. I'm nervous. Elizabeth might hate me. I wouldn't be surprised if she did... But she's all I have.
The plane shudders as the wheels make contact with the tarmac.
"This is it." I whisper to myself. I climb off of the air craft and follow the rest of the passengers to the luggage carousel. I find my case quite quickly, however, I stand there and watch it going around the carousel a few times before eventually sighing and pulling it off. I leave the airport and hail a cab. The weather is quite nice at the moment. Its summer here and its fairly warm. Before too long, the cab pulls up in front of Elizabeth's place. My dad's old house. I feel a tear strolling down my cheek, but I wipe it away quickly. I pay the driver and get out of the cab. I drag my feet slowly as I walk up the path to Elizabeth's front door. But I'm hear now, I can't stall forever. So, I let out a long sigh and force myself to knock the door. A moment passes and the door swings open. Elizabeth sees me and gasps.
"H-hi." I stammer.
"Rachael! Wow. Hi. Um... Come in." She says. She's shocked, clearly. But that is understandable. She leads me through to the living room.
"What's brought you hear?" She asks as we sit down.
"Well... I, um. See... Mum, she..." I try to explain, but its no use. I just burst into tears.
"Rachael!" Elizabeth exclaims. I can't exactly leave her in the dark, so I wipe my eyes harshly and attempt to get on with it.
"She left me." I say.
"Who, who left you?" She asks, confusedly.
"Mum. She left the house completely empty. Except my bedroom. She only left my things. There was an envelope with some money and a custody form. She's signed me over, to anyone. She's left me." I explain, hurriedly. My breathing quickens again, I find myself crying harder. I can't stop. I'm hyperventilating, but there's no oxygen getting in.
"Rachael! You need to breath for me sweetheart. Slower. You need to take slow, deep breaths for me. Thats my girl. Deep breaths." Elizabeth says, over and over. Eventually I calm down and look up at her, my eyes are filled with tears. There's a look of both horror and concern on her face. A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek.
"Oh sweetie. Come here" she says, getting up and coming towards me, arms open. I gladly oblige. I get up off of the sofa and just about throw myself at her. She hugs me tight. When someone holds you like that, it feels as though they are holding you together. So you feel safe enough to fall apart. And thats just what I do. I fall to pieces in Elizabeth's arms. I cry hard for a long time over everything thats happened, not just recently, but everything that I've done and gone through from when mum divorced my dad up until now, this very second in Elizabeth's arms. It feels good to genuinely let go of it all for once. All of those emotions that I've been keeping bottled up inside for so long. Elizabeth rubs my back soothingly, and whispers, "Sh, sh, its all going to be all right." In to my hair.