AN: Takes place at the end of the episode Homecoming during Season Seven. We get to see Robert with his sweet hidden side. Should i continue this?

The ER was in chaos. A massive fight had erupted, traumas were everywhere, and maintenance was on strike so the hospital was filthy. Kerry Weaver kicked Abby out of the Trauma.

Abby Lockhart stormed out of the Trauma Room, ripping off her white coat. She shook with fury, throwing it at Frank, the desk clerk.

Dr. Kovac stopped her on the way out asking if she was okay, but she kept walking until the mild Chicago afternoon made his presence.

Outside in the ambulance bay, she paced. Her damned Ex husband hadn't paid her med school tuition like the divorce settlement had promised. She'd have to wait three months before she could do another rotation, and she had put him through Med school without so much as a thank you.

Tears coated her eyes, and she wiped them away in anger. She refused to spend another minute crying over Richard.

After a while, she sat on a bench, lighting a cigarette. The smoke and the familiar drag comforted her, and she thought of Dr. Carter away in rehab for his drug addiction. She knew how dangerous addiction could be—she carried her 5-year sobriety coin with her everyday as a reminder of how she picked herself up when no one else had. She'd saved herself, and she knew she had to do it again. Maybe she could pick up a few more nursing shifts a week if she had to and work in OB where she got her start.

"Smoking can kill you, you know."

"Don't you have to be alive for that to apply?" Abby replied sarcastically under her breath as she took another puff.

"You never fail to surprise me, Lockhart." He sat down beside her, tucking his light blue gown under his legs as he sat. His golden stethoscope swung around his neck, and he clucked his tongue.

"What do you want, Dr. Romano?" she glanced at him for a minute before looking back at the ambulance bay doors.

"I heard you got kicked out of a Trauma today by none other than our own Kerry Weaver."

"Yeah, apparently my ex-husband didn't pay my tuition for this semester, which is totally against our divorce settlement, so I'm off services until i can come up with the money." she sighed, surprised by how easily her problem rolled off her lips.

Rocket shook his head, looking at the brunette student with semi-hard eyes. "How much do you still owe?"

"120,000."

"Ouch." He sucked in a deep breath as if he'd been punched.

"After everything i did for that clown, after every double shift i worked to put his ass through med school. He promised." she spat, fighting back tears as she flicked her cigarette butt onto the ground.

Robert stomped it out with his shoe, and took a deep breath before speaking. "Consider your tuition paid in full."

Abby gasped. "No way. I hate loans because i'll drive myself crazy knowing that i owe you. Besides, that's too much money." She shook her head at his idea.

"I make 400,000 dollars a year. Your problem is chump-change, and it's not a loan. It's a gift."

"Why?"

"Because you are never afraid to stand up for what you believe, and you have a hell-of-a-lot of potential. There's only one condition—you use this opportunity to show that loser what he's missing. And i expect monthly follow-ups regarding your grades and examinations. Also, never ever, doubt yourself, Lockhart. It'll be the death of you and your career. " With that he stood, putting his hands on his hips, standing proudly at 5'7.

Abby Lockhart looked at him as if he had grown three heads. The hard surgeon had offered her a solution, and she really wanted to be a doctor. "Okay. It's a deal." she stood up, and shook his left hand which displayed a gold Rolex.

"I expect to see you here tomorrow for your shift. I'll take care of Weaver." The Chief of Staff walked back into the hospital, leaving the shocked med student standing in the wind.