TITLE: Autumn
AUTHOR: Emily
DISCLAIMER: I would be honored to own the characters of ER, but unfortunately I do not.
SUMMARY: My second fic. Carby. He wanted their day to be special. One they could remember for the rest of their lives. Please R 'n' R! More chapters to come!
She just sat there. Sat on the window seat and stared out with a huge grin on her face. She loved autumn and the way the leaves twirled to the ground one by one. There was already an ocean of red and orange leaves on the ground. It wasn't like her to be up so early. The alarm said it was only five o'clock. Abby gave up on sleeping that morning. She knew that if she tried to fall back to asleep, she would end up staring at him instead. She didn't really care about losing sleep. Everything was perfect.
It wasn't long after that Carter woke up. Actually it had only been a half-hour, but it seemed like she had been sitting there forever. He rolled over and the figure in the window immediatly caught his attention. A huge grin pasted on his face.
"Abby," he said sounding a bit concerned. He knew that Abby was never an early-bird, especially when she had the day off from work.
"Good morning," her eyes lighting up as she saw him.
"What are you doing? Are you alright, Abby?" He was always very thoughtful, particulary when it came to her.
"I woke up and I couldn't fall asleep. Isn't autumn beautiful, John?" She asked him as she got up and walked over to the bed.
John lifted up the wrinkled crimson sheets and motioned for her to lie down. He wrapped his arms around her. She must have been tired because she drifted off to sleep without delay. Abby didn't know, but he was the one who arranged for the two of them to have the day off. It took some groveling, but Weaver finally gave in. He wanted their day to be special. A day they could remember for the rest of their lives.
John got out of bed and tied his silky, green robe around his body. He left the room, looking back to make sure she was still sleeping. He decided that the perfect start to their "perfect day," would be breakfast in bed. Abby always joked about his cooking skills, but he really wasn't half bad. He could whip up a mean scrambled eggs and toast.
He scrambled the eggs and scooped them onto the plate. When the toast popped up, he spread a little butter on top and cut it in half. He poured a tall glass of orange juice and set everything on the white wooden tray.
"Not bad," he said as he took a small bite of the eggs. He decided to fix himself a plate to eat with Abby.
He carried the tray to the bedroom and set it on the dresser. Then he went over to the window and pushed the sheer-white curtains to the sides, as the beautiful morning sunshine greeted them. He turned around and gently rubbed Abbys' shoulder so that she would wake up.
"Why did you let me fall asleep," she asked him in a tired voice.
"Because I made us breakfast!." Abby smiled and motioned for him to come over with the food.
They sat on the bed and finished everything. They didn't really say much during breakfast since they were so hungry.
"So...what are we going to do today?" Abby questioned in an exciting tone.
He stared at her with a smile from ear to ear. "Thats for me to know and you to find out." Carter let out a little, almost silent chuckle.
Abby decided to get ready while Carter cleaned up the mess he made from breakfast. She put on some slightly faded blue jeans, and a black-ribbed turtleneck. She slid on some brown boots. She didn't always like to wear shoes with heels; sneakers were more practical when you were a nurse. But it felt right today. Abby quickly brushed her hair; a practically perfect part down the center of her head. She plopped down on mocha-colored sofa and flipped through the channels on t.v.
"I just have to change and use the bathroom and then we can get going, ok?" It usually didn't take Carter long to get ready, unless it was something formal; a fancy restaurant, funerals, or anything having to do with the Carter Family Foundation.
Carter slid on some khaki-colored jeans, a navy-blue turtleneck similar to Abby's, and some sneakers. He combed his hair and he was ready.
"I'm ready. You think we should wear jackets?" he asked tilting his head to the side.
"That would depend on where we are going," she said anticipating an answer as to where he planned for them to spend the day.
"We better wear coats just in case. It's better to be safe than sorry, and it is November" He said matter-of-factly.
He helped her slide on her black-leather jacket and he threw on his. They left the apartment hand in hand, only letting go to lock the door behind him.
AUTHOR: Emily
DISCLAIMER: I would be honored to own the characters of ER, but unfortunately I do not.
SUMMARY: My second fic. Carby. He wanted their day to be special. One they could remember for the rest of their lives. Please R 'n' R! More chapters to come!
She just sat there. Sat on the window seat and stared out with a huge grin on her face. She loved autumn and the way the leaves twirled to the ground one by one. There was already an ocean of red and orange leaves on the ground. It wasn't like her to be up so early. The alarm said it was only five o'clock. Abby gave up on sleeping that morning. She knew that if she tried to fall back to asleep, she would end up staring at him instead. She didn't really care about losing sleep. Everything was perfect.
It wasn't long after that Carter woke up. Actually it had only been a half-hour, but it seemed like she had been sitting there forever. He rolled over and the figure in the window immediatly caught his attention. A huge grin pasted on his face.
"Abby," he said sounding a bit concerned. He knew that Abby was never an early-bird, especially when she had the day off from work.
"Good morning," her eyes lighting up as she saw him.
"What are you doing? Are you alright, Abby?" He was always very thoughtful, particulary when it came to her.
"I woke up and I couldn't fall asleep. Isn't autumn beautiful, John?" She asked him as she got up and walked over to the bed.
John lifted up the wrinkled crimson sheets and motioned for her to lie down. He wrapped his arms around her. She must have been tired because she drifted off to sleep without delay. Abby didn't know, but he was the one who arranged for the two of them to have the day off. It took some groveling, but Weaver finally gave in. He wanted their day to be special. A day they could remember for the rest of their lives.
John got out of bed and tied his silky, green robe around his body. He left the room, looking back to make sure she was still sleeping. He decided that the perfect start to their "perfect day," would be breakfast in bed. Abby always joked about his cooking skills, but he really wasn't half bad. He could whip up a mean scrambled eggs and toast.
He scrambled the eggs and scooped them onto the plate. When the toast popped up, he spread a little butter on top and cut it in half. He poured a tall glass of orange juice and set everything on the white wooden tray.
"Not bad," he said as he took a small bite of the eggs. He decided to fix himself a plate to eat with Abby.
He carried the tray to the bedroom and set it on the dresser. Then he went over to the window and pushed the sheer-white curtains to the sides, as the beautiful morning sunshine greeted them. He turned around and gently rubbed Abbys' shoulder so that she would wake up.
"Why did you let me fall asleep," she asked him in a tired voice.
"Because I made us breakfast!." Abby smiled and motioned for him to come over with the food.
They sat on the bed and finished everything. They didn't really say much during breakfast since they were so hungry.
"So...what are we going to do today?" Abby questioned in an exciting tone.
He stared at her with a smile from ear to ear. "Thats for me to know and you to find out." Carter let out a little, almost silent chuckle.
Abby decided to get ready while Carter cleaned up the mess he made from breakfast. She put on some slightly faded blue jeans, and a black-ribbed turtleneck. She slid on some brown boots. She didn't always like to wear shoes with heels; sneakers were more practical when you were a nurse. But it felt right today. Abby quickly brushed her hair; a practically perfect part down the center of her head. She plopped down on mocha-colored sofa and flipped through the channels on t.v.
"I just have to change and use the bathroom and then we can get going, ok?" It usually didn't take Carter long to get ready, unless it was something formal; a fancy restaurant, funerals, or anything having to do with the Carter Family Foundation.
Carter slid on some khaki-colored jeans, a navy-blue turtleneck similar to Abby's, and some sneakers. He combed his hair and he was ready.
"I'm ready. You think we should wear jackets?" he asked tilting his head to the side.
"That would depend on where we are going," she said anticipating an answer as to where he planned for them to spend the day.
"We better wear coats just in case. It's better to be safe than sorry, and it is November" He said matter-of-factly.
He helped her slide on her black-leather jacket and he threw on his. They left the apartment hand in hand, only letting go to lock the door behind him.