Sometimes the Truth Hurts
Wrote this along time ago. Right after "Never Say Never," in fact, but never got around to posting it. It's angsty with a Carby twist so Carsans, Lubys, Jinters, etc. will want to skip this one. It starts out w/individual Abby and Carter angst, but I promise there will be more Carby interaction soon! As usual these people do not belong to me, they are the property of all those Hollywood bigshots like John Wells, and Michael C., and Warner Bros.
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Abby entered her apartment, heading straight for the kitchen, leaving a trail of keys, jacket, and backpack behind her. She was hungry and cold. Now with a hot cup of coffee in her hands and dinner in the microwave, Abby sat down at her little kitchen table to ponder the days events. "That Susan Lewis has a real pole up her ass," Abby thought. She laughed at her immature reaction to this new doctor, but then again Dr. Lewis has spent the entire day making her miserable and it wasn't just her rudeness that had set Abby off. It was something else, something Abby couldn't quite put her finger on. *Beep, Beep, Beep* The timer reminding Abby that her dinner was ready broke her reverie and Abby rose to take her leftover macaroni out of the microwave.
"Note to self, go to the grocery store tomorrow," Abby said as she surveyed her pathetic stock of food to go with her leftovers. Settling on carrot sticks, Abby sat down again, content with her food and the mail to sift through. The blissful silence was once again interrupted, this time by the phone ringing. Abby sighed as she reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Abby? *a pause* It's Luka."
Abby rolled her eyes, he was probably going to complain some more about his dead fish.
"Look Luka, I already told you that I would buy you two new fish."
"I didn't call about the fish, I wanted to tell you that I found that blue sweater of yours in case you were looking for it."
"Oh," Abby hadn't expected this, "Thanks, um, do you want to just bring it to work tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Luka paused, "Look Abby, I'm sorry if I said anything that hurt you that night, but I was just so frustrated."
"It's okay, Luka, I'm sorry too."
"Truce?"
"Truce."
"Great! So now that we can talk to each other again, what did you think of that Dr. Lewis? She made a great pickup on a case we had today and all the nurses really seem to like her."
"Yeah?" Abby replied sarcastically, "Well, this nurse doesn't."
"What? Why not?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the fact that she snapped at me to get my attention, or that she was constantly asking me to do things for her that she was perfectly capable of doing for herself. She's rude, presumptuous, and she's stealing my-" Abby stopped suddenly, surprised by what she had almost said.
"Stealing your what?" Luka pressed.
"Um, it was nothing. Sorry I got a little out of control there, it was just not a great day."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, that's okay, thanks. Well, I better go, see you tomorrow Luka."
"Wait, Abby-" Luka started, but she had already hung up.
Alone again in her silent apartment, Abby felt the true pain of her day take over her body. The feeling she had felt when she saw Carter and Susan outside holding hand, looking so amiable, made her feel sick to her stomach.
"First she snaps at me, then she asks me to do all her dirty work, and then she steals my-" Abby stopped again. What was Carter?
"Don't be stupid Abby, he's you best friend," she said to herself.
But "best friend" didn't seem to suffice. Carter was the only secure thing (or so she thought) in her whole life. He was always there for her. Hell, he had driven all the way from Oklahoma to Chicago with her and her bipolar mother. He was her other half.
Abby got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach again when she thought of how she saw Carter light up when Dr. Lewis was around. Then, Abby got that junior-high, butterflies in her stomach feeling, when she had another realization. She was jealous. Not just because she was losing her best friend, but because the thought of another woman in John's life made her crazy. She knew that their relationship had moved far beyond friendship. She realized that she had to do something before she lost him. He had been waiting for her to come around all summer, always the gentleman, never pushing her. Abby sat alone in her apartment and finally admitted what he had known all along.
"I love him."
Wrote this along time ago. Right after "Never Say Never," in fact, but never got around to posting it. It's angsty with a Carby twist so Carsans, Lubys, Jinters, etc. will want to skip this one. It starts out w/individual Abby and Carter angst, but I promise there will be more Carby interaction soon! As usual these people do not belong to me, they are the property of all those Hollywood bigshots like John Wells, and Michael C., and Warner Bros.
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Abby entered her apartment, heading straight for the kitchen, leaving a trail of keys, jacket, and backpack behind her. She was hungry and cold. Now with a hot cup of coffee in her hands and dinner in the microwave, Abby sat down at her little kitchen table to ponder the days events. "That Susan Lewis has a real pole up her ass," Abby thought. She laughed at her immature reaction to this new doctor, but then again Dr. Lewis has spent the entire day making her miserable and it wasn't just her rudeness that had set Abby off. It was something else, something Abby couldn't quite put her finger on. *Beep, Beep, Beep* The timer reminding Abby that her dinner was ready broke her reverie and Abby rose to take her leftover macaroni out of the microwave.
"Note to self, go to the grocery store tomorrow," Abby said as she surveyed her pathetic stock of food to go with her leftovers. Settling on carrot sticks, Abby sat down again, content with her food and the mail to sift through. The blissful silence was once again interrupted, this time by the phone ringing. Abby sighed as she reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Abby? *a pause* It's Luka."
Abby rolled her eyes, he was probably going to complain some more about his dead fish.
"Look Luka, I already told you that I would buy you two new fish."
"I didn't call about the fish, I wanted to tell you that I found that blue sweater of yours in case you were looking for it."
"Oh," Abby hadn't expected this, "Thanks, um, do you want to just bring it to work tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Luka paused, "Look Abby, I'm sorry if I said anything that hurt you that night, but I was just so frustrated."
"It's okay, Luka, I'm sorry too."
"Truce?"
"Truce."
"Great! So now that we can talk to each other again, what did you think of that Dr. Lewis? She made a great pickup on a case we had today and all the nurses really seem to like her."
"Yeah?" Abby replied sarcastically, "Well, this nurse doesn't."
"What? Why not?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the fact that she snapped at me to get my attention, or that she was constantly asking me to do things for her that she was perfectly capable of doing for herself. She's rude, presumptuous, and she's stealing my-" Abby stopped suddenly, surprised by what she had almost said.
"Stealing your what?" Luka pressed.
"Um, it was nothing. Sorry I got a little out of control there, it was just not a great day."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, that's okay, thanks. Well, I better go, see you tomorrow Luka."
"Wait, Abby-" Luka started, but she had already hung up.
Alone again in her silent apartment, Abby felt the true pain of her day take over her body. The feeling she had felt when she saw Carter and Susan outside holding hand, looking so amiable, made her feel sick to her stomach.
"First she snaps at me, then she asks me to do all her dirty work, and then she steals my-" Abby stopped again. What was Carter?
"Don't be stupid Abby, he's you best friend," she said to herself.
But "best friend" didn't seem to suffice. Carter was the only secure thing (or so she thought) in her whole life. He was always there for her. Hell, he had driven all the way from Oklahoma to Chicago with her and her bipolar mother. He was her other half.
Abby got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach again when she thought of how she saw Carter light up when Dr. Lewis was around. Then, Abby got that junior-high, butterflies in her stomach feeling, when she had another realization. She was jealous. Not just because she was losing her best friend, but because the thought of another woman in John's life made her crazy. She knew that their relationship had moved far beyond friendship. She realized that she had to do something before she lost him. He had been waiting for her to come around all summer, always the gentleman, never pushing her. Abby sat alone in her apartment and finally admitted what he had known all along.
"I love him."