Summary: Kerry's identical twin sister, Karen, is in town and believes that Kerry should have a more active love life. In an attempt to help her sister, Karen starts a chain of events that lead to a series misunderstands, mix ups, and blunders...
Notes: Everything is pretty tame, a lot of stuff is left off screen, to you imagination, or insinuated. Also this isn't the first fanfic I've written, but it is the first ER fanfic I've ever tried. This is mostly dry humor, so don't freak too badly over the pairings.
Disclaimer: ER and all characters belong to NBC, Crichton, and the studios. I am only borrowing them for entertainment purposes.
"So tell me about this Dr. Carter."
Kerry rolled her eyes at her sister, trying desperately not to kill her. It wasn't that she didn't love Karen or that they weren't close, it was just her other half seemed to always take it upon herself to sort Kerry's life out. "There's nothing to tell."
Karen raised a single graceful eyebrow over her wineglass.
"Look, he's a resident at county, he's still in his twenties, and he loves blondes."
Karen smirked mischievously at her, that dangerous spark entering her eyes. The spark that always meant trouble. "I'm sure that we can change his mind."
Kerry lowered her own wineglass, briefly considering tying her sister up and throwing her into the bay. "Karen, promise me you will leave him alone."
Karen blinked innocently at her, a little too innocently for Kerry's liking. "Of course..."
Kerry turned her stone glare, the one that she reserved for idiots like Doug and Romano, on her. "Karen, I mean it."
Karen smiled sweetly at her. "All right, I promise, I'll leave him alone."
Kerry eyed her suspiciously, somehow knowing that her sister was pulling one on her. "Now what about...Dr. Kovac...?"
Kerry slumped back, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to stop the pounding headache that had just surfaced. 'Here we go again...'
John walked into the dark wood kitchen that was home to him, whistling a song from that jazz CD Kerry had been blasting over and over again for the past two days. He found himself dancing slightly to the music that was in his head. Popping the plate of leftovers into the microwave, he danced around with his glass of juice...
...nearly dropping it at the sight of Kerry leaning against the doorway, her eyes roaming his body with what could only be described as lust. "Uh, I...thought you'd left."
The short-haired woman slid her eyes up to his, offering a strangely seductive smile. "I forgot my purse..." Kerry pushed herself from the door frame, limping up to him. Laying her hands against his chest, she squeezed the muscles slightly, causing him to step back. "Have you been working out?"
John backed into the counter with Kerry still pressed against him. "Uh, a little...Kerry wh...?"
A single manicured finger came to rest on his lips. "John, I need to tell you something..."
"I really should be..."
She leaned closer until their lips were almost touching, smiling as he trailed off nervously. "You see, I've been madly in love with you for a couple of years now, and recently I've been having these...dreams about you."
"Uh, Kerry I don't..."
Her lips brushed his gently before sliding around to his ear, her hand sliding into his hair. "You want to know what kind of dreams...?"
John gulped loudly as she pressed her lips into his ear, whispering softly.
Her left leg slid up his as his breathing became more shallow, his face flushed. The smirk of self-satisfaction went unnoticed as she kissed him deeply. Tugging on his bottom lip, she pulled out of his arms. "Why don't you come into my bedroom tonight and we'll...discuss them further."
Winking at him with a slight lick of her lips she limped from the kitchen, leaving a shell-shocked John leaning desperately against the counter.
Karen quickly left the house, her 'limp' disappearing, 'Now if only Kerry would lighten up...'
The group of people bustling around the front desk didn't seem to take any real notice of her, other than the nervous glances some of them kept throwing her way. Karen knew that they thought she was Kerry, and she also knew how much of a pain her sister could be when she wanted to.
"Hey, chief, you okay?"
Karen eyed the young doctor who seemed ignorant of the looks of annoyance the others were throwing at him. She flashed him her most seductive grin, leaning against the counter inside his personal space. "No, but I'm better now that you're here."
Dave looked taken back for just a moment before flashing her his own so-called seductive grin. "Anything to help the chief."
Karen leaned closer, tracing a finger down his chest, and making her voice husky. "Anything?"
"Just name it."
Karen let her finger pause at his belly button. "Mmmmm, I can think of a few things... but it would take a real man to... handle them..." Lowering her voice so just he could hear her, she finished, "and me..."
Karen backed away from him and limped down the hall, aware of every eye on her. She knew her sister was probably holed up in her office if she was upset, which meant she had time to start some blood boiling without her sister ruining her plans.
Not that she didn't love her sister, or that they weren't close. It was just that she never let anyone see the woman underneath the chief. Kerry needed help to get her love life back to...life, and as her sister it was Karen's job to help her.
The tall, dark man was examining a set of x-rays when she saw him, her eyes drifting over his lean body clothed in a form-fitting dark suit. He seemed to feel her gaze and glanced over at her with his intense dark eyes. The emotions in them were powerful under the subdued orbs. "Is there something I can do for you Dr. Weaver?"
Karen smiled at the heavy accent; she could definitely see him and Kerry together. There was a hidden pain in him, just like Kerry. "I was wondering if you wanted to get together sometime."
"Thank you for asking but...I'm pretty busy."
Karen limped up to him and said quietly, "If you change your mind, you know where I am..." She let her hand glide over his arm tenderly before walking toward the elevator.
She hadn't expected much from him, somehow sensing an almost kindred spirit in him in regards to her sister. Not that it was a bad thing, but Kerry needed someone to help her get past her past hurts. Someone fun and light-hearted, not easy to drag down or easy to push away. Someone more like John or that dark- skinned man at the desk...whatever his name was.
Stepping into the elevator, she smiled at the tall doctor still staring at her through the closing doors. Pushing the button impatiently the elevator started upwards. 'Not that I have a right to decide who she ends up with,' she thought, removing the crutch and leaning it in the corner, 'I'm just herding the cattle in for her.'
She chuckled at the image that conjured.
"You mind telling me what's so funny?"
Karen glanced up at the now opened elevator doors, Kerry's annoyed face etched with stress that warned her that an explosion was coming soon.
Knowing when to run and when to stand, she decided this was definitely a time to run. "Uh, just an old joke I heard..."
Kerry stared at her intently, clearly not believing her. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Karen beamed at her, trying to hide the sudden guilt she felt and hoping Kerry couldn't see the crutch behind her. "I wanted to tell you that I'll be out all night."
Kerry stepped into the elevator next to her, letting the doors close without a destination. "Hot date?"
Karen grinned as she remembered what she'd said to John. "Not exactly, but I'm wanting to check out that club over by the river."
"Karen, you are to old to be club-hopping, and at a club with a reputation that..." Kerry knew better than to try to argue with her wild half about certain things, this being one of them, but her day had made her already bad temper worse.
Karen saw the elevator stop on five and decided running would be advisable at this point in time. "Bye," she said hurriedly, backing out and holding the crutch behind her back.
Kerry dived angrily at the doors, deciding to give in and kill her sister. Banging the closed doors, she let out a curse that would have made Romano blush like a schoolgirl.
Slamming back into the wall, she let her mind start to consider all the cruel things she'd do to Karen when she got home.
Karen glanced around trying to figure out what floor she'd gotten out on.
"The ER not exciting enough for you?"
The British tinted voice drew Karen's attention over to the red-haired surgeon. "I got off on the wrong floor."
"Robert must have made you madder than I thought."
Karen turned her eyes away, not sure what to say; Kerry had never mentioned any of the surgeons. Glancing back over at the surgeon, she turned on her most seductive smile and approached her.
Her sister was going to kill her anyway, so why not...