For all my carbies...inspired by fuzz, ether, fire, and rescues. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. I don't own them, but this is what I would do if they were handed over to me at this point. *wink wink nudge nudge, orman* ~~'Thena
She looked so beautiful somehow, leaning against the wall with its peeling paint, the cigarette dangling from her fingers, a puff of smoke floating from her mouth with each breath. He missed her...they hadn't spoken in weeks. He made his way over to her, amazed that she looked so wonderful after such a long day. And it was only half over.
"I thought you quit." He smiled as she looked up, startled out of her daze.
"I...uh, I did...for a few weeks."
"You OK?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because the last time I saw you smoking was the day after you and Luka broke up." He leaned against the wall next to her. "What's up?"
"I don't think you want to hear it, Carter."
"Does that mean you don't want to talk about it?"
"Yes, John, that *is* what it means. " Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? Leaning back against the wall and giving her that *look*. The concerned friend look. Why couldn't he just leave her alone and let her forget her problems? But there was a part of her that wanted him..no, needed him...to be there. His friendship was something she'd missed over the past few weeks. But she couldn't very well tell him that *he* was the problem!
"Can I?" He motioned to her cigarette.
"Last one..." She noticed the look on his face...obviously stressed. "But here...take it." He took it, taking a deep puff, and handing it back.
"Thanks...So, are you going to the meeting tonight?"
"Meeting?"
"Abby, it's Thursday. We have AA...well, at least *I* do. I haven't seen you there in a few weeks."
"I've been busy."
"Abby, you aren't....again, are you?" His voice was full of concern, and he turned to face her.
"John! Of course not! I told you, I've been busy."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I thought you were...I just wanted to make sure you weren't. So, will you come with me tonight?"
"I don't think Susan would like that," she replied sarcastically, looking away from him.
"Oh, so *that's* what this is about. Yes, Susan and I are friends. Yes, we kissed..."
"You *WHAT*?"
"BUT it meant nothing, and we agreed it was wrong, and that we should end the relationship there. So no, she wouldn't mind."
"I can't believe you kissed her."
"Can you please get over it?"
"I mean, *why*?"
"Abby! Are you coming tonight, or not?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll come."
"You're only asking because you want me." He grinned at her.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I would drop you like a bad habit!"
He leaned in closer and kissed her, tasting the smoke she slowly exhaled as she gasped quietly.
"You still smoke, don't you?" He smiled again, pulling away, and walked towards the entrance to the ER.
She looked so beautiful somehow, leaning against the wall with its peeling paint, the cigarette dangling from her fingers, a puff of smoke floating from her mouth with each breath. He missed her...they hadn't spoken in weeks. He made his way over to her, amazed that she looked so wonderful after such a long day. And it was only half over.
"I thought you quit." He smiled as she looked up, startled out of her daze.
"I...uh, I did...for a few weeks."
"You OK?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because the last time I saw you smoking was the day after you and Luka broke up." He leaned against the wall next to her. "What's up?"
"I don't think you want to hear it, Carter."
"Does that mean you don't want to talk about it?"
"Yes, John, that *is* what it means. " Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? Leaning back against the wall and giving her that *look*. The concerned friend look. Why couldn't he just leave her alone and let her forget her problems? But there was a part of her that wanted him..no, needed him...to be there. His friendship was something she'd missed over the past few weeks. But she couldn't very well tell him that *he* was the problem!
"Can I?" He motioned to her cigarette.
"Last one..." She noticed the look on his face...obviously stressed. "But here...take it." He took it, taking a deep puff, and handing it back.
"Thanks...So, are you going to the meeting tonight?"
"Meeting?"
"Abby, it's Thursday. We have AA...well, at least *I* do. I haven't seen you there in a few weeks."
"I've been busy."
"Abby, you aren't....again, are you?" His voice was full of concern, and he turned to face her.
"John! Of course not! I told you, I've been busy."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I thought you were...I just wanted to make sure you weren't. So, will you come with me tonight?"
"I don't think Susan would like that," she replied sarcastically, looking away from him.
"Oh, so *that's* what this is about. Yes, Susan and I are friends. Yes, we kissed..."
"You *WHAT*?"
"BUT it meant nothing, and we agreed it was wrong, and that we should end the relationship there. So no, she wouldn't mind."
"I can't believe you kissed her."
"Can you please get over it?"
"I mean, *why*?"
"Abby! Are you coming tonight, or not?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll come."
"You're only asking because you want me." He grinned at her.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I would drop you like a bad habit!"
He leaned in closer and kissed her, tasting the smoke she slowly exhaled as she gasped quietly.
"You still smoke, don't you?" He smiled again, pulling away, and walked towards the entrance to the ER.