((Just a Luby songfic I wrote to keep my spirits up. Big shock, I don't
own anyone from ER - or the song, for that matter.))
"Luka, you've got a belligerent in exam one!" Susan called. This was slightly redundant, as they could both hear the patient yelling incoherently at them. Luka winced, briefly touching a hand to his temple. It looked like they were about to have a tension headache in exam one.
"Not another one," she heard him mutter under his breath. An innocent smile crept across her face.
"I'll take it," she offered. He looked quickly up, relieved, and held out the chart. Grinning, she snatched her hand back.
"Not so fast." He sighed, eyeing her warily.
"What do you want me to do?" She produced a sheet of paper from behind her back, and swapped him for the chart.
"Sing that at Abby's birthday party tomorrow." He looked sharply at her and opened his mouth, but just then the patient let out another loud yell. Luka held up his hands.
"All right, all right. If she or Carter kill me, I expect to see you holding the paddles." Her grin widened, and she mock-saluted him. This was going to be good. It would almost be worth dealing with the patient.
"Heyah! Sup, Doc!" She winced. Almost.
Back in his apartment, Luka scanned the sheet she'd handed him. Unknowingly, he copied Susan's wince. This song cut a bit too close. He sighed. Hopefully, he could blame this on the patient.
Abby Lockhart scanned the room. This party had been Susan's idea, but almost the entire team had turned up. Except for the current shift. And it looked like Murphy was on his way through Chicago, because Carter (No, John, she told herself) was on that shift. As she tried to convince herself she was upset about that, she heard the music go up slightly in volume.
Nervously, Luka refolded the paper. Just before the song came on, a grinning Susan had guided him into the only clear space, a far corner. Maybe she wouldn't hear. ..
"Hey, Abby!" Susan yelled. Scanning the crowd, Luka saw her head come up.
Startled, Abby looked over. Susan had called her, but it was Luka who seemed to be the focus of attention. A crumpled sheet of paper was in one hand, and in the other - she squinted, barely believing her eyes. A microphone? Luka? As the opening bars of the music began to play, he started to sing.
Abby's jaw dropped.
"Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go"
Abby's jaw clenched, and unexpectedly, her eyes began to itch. Why was he doing this? It wasn't that he had a bad voice, and the song was nice, it was just. ..she sighed. It was just too true.
"I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you"
'No!' she wanted to scream. 'I'm not your baby! I HAVE moved on! I love Carter! No, John. I love John!' But she couldn't form the words.
"Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be, 'cause yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go"
How it might have been. ..why are you doing this? She thought desperately.
"I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you"
As the last verse sounded, Abby found herself mouthing the words. Somehow, she had moved through the crowd, right before where he was standing. She realized that her eyes had begun to tear. He was going to see! But then she looked up. ..and saw that he was crying, too. Neither of them noticed Susan slip back into the next room, neither saw the crowd follow her there.
"Why did you do that?" Abby managed, her voice breaking.
"Abby, I'm so sorry. .." Luka began, but she cut him off, stepping forward, and hugging him fiercely.
"Don't be." She whispered as his arms instinctively tightened around her. "Don't be sorry. You were right. .."
"Luka, you've got a belligerent in exam one!" Susan called. This was slightly redundant, as they could both hear the patient yelling incoherently at them. Luka winced, briefly touching a hand to his temple. It looked like they were about to have a tension headache in exam one.
"Not another one," she heard him mutter under his breath. An innocent smile crept across her face.
"I'll take it," she offered. He looked quickly up, relieved, and held out the chart. Grinning, she snatched her hand back.
"Not so fast." He sighed, eyeing her warily.
"What do you want me to do?" She produced a sheet of paper from behind her back, and swapped him for the chart.
"Sing that at Abby's birthday party tomorrow." He looked sharply at her and opened his mouth, but just then the patient let out another loud yell. Luka held up his hands.
"All right, all right. If she or Carter kill me, I expect to see you holding the paddles." Her grin widened, and she mock-saluted him. This was going to be good. It would almost be worth dealing with the patient.
"Heyah! Sup, Doc!" She winced. Almost.
Back in his apartment, Luka scanned the sheet she'd handed him. Unknowingly, he copied Susan's wince. This song cut a bit too close. He sighed. Hopefully, he could blame this on the patient.
Abby Lockhart scanned the room. This party had been Susan's idea, but almost the entire team had turned up. Except for the current shift. And it looked like Murphy was on his way through Chicago, because Carter (No, John, she told herself) was on that shift. As she tried to convince herself she was upset about that, she heard the music go up slightly in volume.
Nervously, Luka refolded the paper. Just before the song came on, a grinning Susan had guided him into the only clear space, a far corner. Maybe she wouldn't hear. ..
"Hey, Abby!" Susan yelled. Scanning the crowd, Luka saw her head come up.
Startled, Abby looked over. Susan had called her, but it was Luka who seemed to be the focus of attention. A crumpled sheet of paper was in one hand, and in the other - she squinted, barely believing her eyes. A microphone? Luka? As the opening bars of the music began to play, he started to sing.
Abby's jaw dropped.
"Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go"
Abby's jaw clenched, and unexpectedly, her eyes began to itch. Why was he doing this? It wasn't that he had a bad voice, and the song was nice, it was just. ..she sighed. It was just too true.
"I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you"
'No!' she wanted to scream. 'I'm not your baby! I HAVE moved on! I love Carter! No, John. I love John!' But she couldn't form the words.
"Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be, 'cause yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go"
How it might have been. ..why are you doing this? She thought desperately.
"I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you"
As the last verse sounded, Abby found herself mouthing the words. Somehow, she had moved through the crowd, right before where he was standing. She realized that her eyes had begun to tear. He was going to see! But then she looked up. ..and saw that he was crying, too. Neither of them noticed Susan slip back into the next room, neither saw the crowd follow her there.
"Why did you do that?" Abby managed, her voice breaking.
"Abby, I'm so sorry. .." Luka began, but she cut him off, stepping forward, and hugging him fiercely.
"Don't be." She whispered as his arms instinctively tightened around her. "Don't be sorry. You were right. .."