Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, the good people at NBC,
Warner Bros, etc. do. So do the writers and the creators.
This is in the sole purpose of entertainment, only.
Last Episode Applied to: Sometime between "A Simple Twist Of Fate" and "It's All In Your Head"
Spoilers? Yeah, there are going to be some spoilers included in the future, but not in this chapter
To Sum it up: Abby makes a decision that could harm her and/or others
Title: "Thirsty"
Chapter Title: "Thirsty"
Enjoy!
"Abby, I have something I need to tell you," Luka Kovac said on Abby's answering machine.
He was somewhat relieved that the answering machine had picked up, and not Abby. He wasn't ready.
He sighed, thinking how Abby would react to his news. Would she be glad what he did?
Or would she see it in a different way and be angry with him?
"Is she going to look at me differently?" He thought to himself.
As the day went on, other thoughts came pouring in his head,
"I hope she doesn't take this as an invitation to be with me again.
I care for her, but I just hope that I didn't make it sound like I want to get back into that mess we had long ago."
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Two days since Abby had gotten attacked by Brian, she was finally back in her apartment.
She looked around to see if anything was different. Some clothes still lay scattered on the couch.
Magazines cluttered her coffee table, and her apartment still had that certain look to it. Everything was still the same, though it didn't feel quite the same.
She slowly walked around her apartment, getting used to the feeling of home. She decided to check her answering machine.
"God, there must be a bunch of messages on here," She thought to herself.
She pushed the play messages button, to once again, hear that dead voice of the machine, "You have 3 new messages."
She decided there was no harm in hearing them now. The first two were credit card offers. Like she needed a credit card right now.
When she came across the third one, it sort of caught her off guard.
"Abby, I have something I need to tell you," She recognized the voice instantly. There was no other person she knew who had that thick Croatian accent.
"I hope he doesn't want to get back together with me..." She thought. Other worries flooded her head, just by thinking about it.
She checked her watch, it was 9:34 PM. She remembered him saying that he was off today, so she decided to call him and get it over with.
She picked up her phone. Instantly, memories of that day had came back to her.
She decided to push them back and dial. After a few seconds of dialing, she heard the familiar ring. She waited 4 rings and decided to hang up, when the other end picked up.
"Luka?" She asked slowly.
"Abby, you got my message?" Was all he could say.
"Uh, yeah, is there something wrong?"
"Not exactly, but there is something that I should tell you," He said. His voice was calm, which helped Abby not to worry too much.
"Go ahead," She said reassuringly.
"Okay, this isn't very easy to say, but before I start, I just want to say that I already punished myself for this stupid thing that I did.
Uh, after I found out you had been attacked on Thursday, I was scared. I was scared and angry. After I had seen you like that, I had so much anger bottled up inside, when I found out it was that guy who was beating his wife, I went out and looked for him," He said. His voice was getting a little panicky.
"Just tell me, Luka," Abby said. The tone of her voice was weak, half expecting a big bomb to be dropped on her.
She remembered when Luka had killed that mugger, but decided to forget that.
"I found him at that bar you told the police about. He said he was going to turn himself in.
But, just by looking at the face that hurt you, I started hitting him. I just had to make him feel what you felt, and I'm sorry that I did that, Abby," He said.
"I don't know what to say," Which was true. Abby really didn't know how to respond to this.
"If there is any question in this investigation, I will take full responsibility for it," He said.
"Did you turn yourself in?"
There was no response on Luka's behalf, which worried Abby.
"Luka? Did you turn yourself in?"
"No, I didn't, Abby," He said. His voice was full of worry and guilt.
Abby didn't know whether to praise him, or scold him.
She wanted to say 'Thanks, Luka,'. Or other wise she would say 'Why did you do such a stupid thing?'. She just didn't know how to react.
"Abby, you have every right to be mad at me," He said.
"I'm not mad, I mean, I don't know..." She said.
"Abby, I'm really sorry about this. I'm sorry that you had to get hurt, and I'm sorry that I got involved. I should go now," He said.
Abby wanted to respond, but he hung up too quickly for her. Her heart was nearly pounding because of all of this.
She didn't know how to process it all, it wasn't the biggest deal, but she was feeling full of emotions lately. She went into her kitchen searching for something. She opened up a cupboard door and behind a few boxes of food, she took out a jar.
It was a regular clear jar, with no labels on it. It was filled with money. Change, ones, fives, tens, and what ever was in there.
Every time Abby would think about taking a drink of alcohol, even a sip, she would put money in the jar.
She poured all the money out on the table to count it. After minutes of counting, she came to a total of $243 and 23 cents.
"Six years," She thought. "It's been six whole years," Every month, week, day, hour, and up to every second of those six years, she had been sober.
Part of her thought that six years was just the beginning. The other part of her screamed that six years was long enough.
With only her instincts, she grabbed a wad of the money and left her apartment.
She found herself wondering the streets of Chicago, at night. She came across a bar called 'Jon's Corner Bar' and decided to go in. The part of her that didn't want this was pushed aside. The Abby that was thirsty for this, ordered a drink.
"Hi, can I get something strong, please?" She asked the young bartender.
"Sure thing," Noticing her bruise, he remarked, "You look like you've had a long day."
"Something like that," She said.
"Here, this should help."
"Thanks."
She picked up the shot and almost decided to back out.
"You've worked to hard to completely fall, Abby," She could hear that voice in her head. That voice that she's been hearing a lot lately. It wasn't her own voice, it was Carter's. The simple, caring voice of Carter's.
"He's not going to find out," She thought as she swallowed her first sip.
It was the sweet taste that she remembered exactly how it had been.
It went down her throat so smooth and she could see all her pain melting away. She felt like she was the devil, committing a favorable sin. She decided to sum it up. It felt good. Seconds later, she finished it, no problem at all.
"You finished that one quick. You look like you just took your first drink ever," The bartender said.
Abby simply responded, "I did."
The End
(If this is well received, I will probably upload a few more chapters)
This is in the sole purpose of entertainment, only.
Last Episode Applied to: Sometime between "A Simple Twist Of Fate" and "It's All In Your Head"
Spoilers? Yeah, there are going to be some spoilers included in the future, but not in this chapter
To Sum it up: Abby makes a decision that could harm her and/or others
Title: "Thirsty"
Chapter Title: "Thirsty"
Enjoy!
"Abby, I have something I need to tell you," Luka Kovac said on Abby's answering machine.
He was somewhat relieved that the answering machine had picked up, and not Abby. He wasn't ready.
He sighed, thinking how Abby would react to his news. Would she be glad what he did?
Or would she see it in a different way and be angry with him?
"Is she going to look at me differently?" He thought to himself.
As the day went on, other thoughts came pouring in his head,
"I hope she doesn't take this as an invitation to be with me again.
I care for her, but I just hope that I didn't make it sound like I want to get back into that mess we had long ago."
---------------
Two days since Abby had gotten attacked by Brian, she was finally back in her apartment.
She looked around to see if anything was different. Some clothes still lay scattered on the couch.
Magazines cluttered her coffee table, and her apartment still had that certain look to it. Everything was still the same, though it didn't feel quite the same.
She slowly walked around her apartment, getting used to the feeling of home. She decided to check her answering machine.
"God, there must be a bunch of messages on here," She thought to herself.
She pushed the play messages button, to once again, hear that dead voice of the machine, "You have 3 new messages."
She decided there was no harm in hearing them now. The first two were credit card offers. Like she needed a credit card right now.
When she came across the third one, it sort of caught her off guard.
"Abby, I have something I need to tell you," She recognized the voice instantly. There was no other person she knew who had that thick Croatian accent.
"I hope he doesn't want to get back together with me..." She thought. Other worries flooded her head, just by thinking about it.
She checked her watch, it was 9:34 PM. She remembered him saying that he was off today, so she decided to call him and get it over with.
She picked up her phone. Instantly, memories of that day had came back to her.
She decided to push them back and dial. After a few seconds of dialing, she heard the familiar ring. She waited 4 rings and decided to hang up, when the other end picked up.
"Luka?" She asked slowly.
"Abby, you got my message?" Was all he could say.
"Uh, yeah, is there something wrong?"
"Not exactly, but there is something that I should tell you," He said. His voice was calm, which helped Abby not to worry too much.
"Go ahead," She said reassuringly.
"Okay, this isn't very easy to say, but before I start, I just want to say that I already punished myself for this stupid thing that I did.
Uh, after I found out you had been attacked on Thursday, I was scared. I was scared and angry. After I had seen you like that, I had so much anger bottled up inside, when I found out it was that guy who was beating his wife, I went out and looked for him," He said. His voice was getting a little panicky.
"Just tell me, Luka," Abby said. The tone of her voice was weak, half expecting a big bomb to be dropped on her.
She remembered when Luka had killed that mugger, but decided to forget that.
"I found him at that bar you told the police about. He said he was going to turn himself in.
But, just by looking at the face that hurt you, I started hitting him. I just had to make him feel what you felt, and I'm sorry that I did that, Abby," He said.
"I don't know what to say," Which was true. Abby really didn't know how to respond to this.
"If there is any question in this investigation, I will take full responsibility for it," He said.
"Did you turn yourself in?"
There was no response on Luka's behalf, which worried Abby.
"Luka? Did you turn yourself in?"
"No, I didn't, Abby," He said. His voice was full of worry and guilt.
Abby didn't know whether to praise him, or scold him.
She wanted to say 'Thanks, Luka,'. Or other wise she would say 'Why did you do such a stupid thing?'. She just didn't know how to react.
"Abby, you have every right to be mad at me," He said.
"I'm not mad, I mean, I don't know..." She said.
"Abby, I'm really sorry about this. I'm sorry that you had to get hurt, and I'm sorry that I got involved. I should go now," He said.
Abby wanted to respond, but he hung up too quickly for her. Her heart was nearly pounding because of all of this.
She didn't know how to process it all, it wasn't the biggest deal, but she was feeling full of emotions lately. She went into her kitchen searching for something. She opened up a cupboard door and behind a few boxes of food, she took out a jar.
It was a regular clear jar, with no labels on it. It was filled with money. Change, ones, fives, tens, and what ever was in there.
Every time Abby would think about taking a drink of alcohol, even a sip, she would put money in the jar.
She poured all the money out on the table to count it. After minutes of counting, she came to a total of $243 and 23 cents.
"Six years," She thought. "It's been six whole years," Every month, week, day, hour, and up to every second of those six years, she had been sober.
Part of her thought that six years was just the beginning. The other part of her screamed that six years was long enough.
With only her instincts, she grabbed a wad of the money and left her apartment.
She found herself wondering the streets of Chicago, at night. She came across a bar called 'Jon's Corner Bar' and decided to go in. The part of her that didn't want this was pushed aside. The Abby that was thirsty for this, ordered a drink.
"Hi, can I get something strong, please?" She asked the young bartender.
"Sure thing," Noticing her bruise, he remarked, "You look like you've had a long day."
"Something like that," She said.
"Here, this should help."
"Thanks."
She picked up the shot and almost decided to back out.
"You've worked to hard to completely fall, Abby," She could hear that voice in her head. That voice that she's been hearing a lot lately. It wasn't her own voice, it was Carter's. The simple, caring voice of Carter's.
"He's not going to find out," She thought as she swallowed her first sip.
It was the sweet taste that she remembered exactly how it had been.
It went down her throat so smooth and she could see all her pain melting away. She felt like she was the devil, committing a favorable sin. She decided to sum it up. It felt good. Seconds later, she finished it, no problem at all.
"You finished that one quick. You look like you just took your first drink ever," The bartender said.
Abby simply responded, "I did."
The End
(If this is well received, I will probably upload a few more chapters)