Title: Hot and Cold, Eyes and Smile, The Other Half of My Soul

Spoilers: Only if you haven't watched the Seventh or Eighth Season of ER.

Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters, WB, NBC etc do.

Summary: It's Sandy Lopez versus Kim Legaspi. Set during and around the Seventh Season episodes, just with Kim and Sandy doing battle over the short red headed one.

October 12th, 2000

Kim Legaspi glanced around the ER of her new hospital. It was busy, it was dank and dingy. Though technically it didn't seem dirty the walls were lined with full garbage bags and she thought that she'd seen a whole room full of them when she'd gotten the lay of the land.

She had no doubt that the County General ER was never quiet, but even she could tell that it was louder than usual. She'd caught snippets of the issue of the day. Two football teams, rivals, and something about bad hits. She spotted a shock of red hair. She'd been told by her boss Carl that the Chief of the ER had red hair. Kim started over to her.

She'd nearly gotten there when the simmering ER exploded. Bodies were flying everywhere. She saw a flash of silver, took a step towards it, and then she saw stars and was on the floor on her back. She was staring at the ceiling, wondering how her day could get worse when it did. The world was falling on her. She somehow got her hands under her and scrambled backwards with all she had.

There were a series of bangs and then dead silence. Kim groaned as she sat up and looked around. Next to her a young man in scrubs with bright blond hair sat up with a groan. He held his head and slowly looked around. "Ah man... that. That hurt."

Kim spoke, "Where's the red head?"

Dave Malucci slowly stood, "The Chief, she was under when... Damnit." Dave glanced around, "Frank, Frank, where's Greene, Carter... Chen, anybody."

Frank also held his head in a hand as he blinked, "Uh, I think... I think that I saw Doctor Weaver and the curly haired med student under there when, when the ceiling came down. I'll call..."

Everyone's heads went up as they heard what sounded like an army of sirens. Kim took the artificially blond doctor's hand, stood, and turned in a circle. "Are they the only two under? Were they?"

No one answered. A football player in blue mumbled something and the teen in white and green next to him gave him a shove. The player in blue shoved back.

Kim got in between them and shoved both of them apart. She pointed to her right. "Blue on that side of the ER, green on the other."

"They started it."

"You broke our safety's le..."

"MOVE. NOW!"

They did and Kim went back to stand in front of the rubble that had been chairs. "Clerk... sorry, I don't know your name yet."

"Frank."

Kim nodded and then wished that she hadn't as the world tilted on its axis. She gripped the admit desk and grit her teeth. "Frank, tell whoever they're sending, the rescuers, to come in the ambulance bay."

Frank nodded and got on the radio. Kim glanced around again, "Where's this... Greene?" She addressed Dave. "Or anyone else?"

From nearby in the trauma rooms they could hear a 'clear'.

Dave glanced that way and back to Kim, "Around I guess, sounds busy. Who the hell are you?"

"Kim Legaspi. Psychiatrist."

Dave inclined his head and gestured to the rubble that was the ER's waiting area. "Welcome to the ER Doctor Legaspi."

As Kim leaned down towards the pile of debris a young, short, dark skinned woman, with dark brown hair and in full firefighter get up exploded through the ambulance bay's doors. Others, including an EMT who looked a whole lot like the woman firefighter followed her in. "STOP."

Kim froze and looked up.

"You move somethin', you may kill them. Move back. Brady."

A tall, dirty blond haired firefighter took off his helmet and took a rolled up bunch of papers from someone who looked like a maintenance worker from County. "Thanks. Here we go LT."

Doctor Mark Greene and Elizabeth Corday appeared just as Brady cleared off the lowest part of the admit desk with a sweep of his arm. "Whoa... what are you doing?"

The woman firefighter ignored him. "Carlos, you've been in here before?" The man who appeared to be the firewoman's brother nodded, "This look right, or am I lookin' at blueprints that are 50 years out of date?"

Carlos leaned over the shorter woman's shoulder, "No, that looks right Sandy. Probably took out the support and it came down like the sky was falling. Matter of time I think."

"Mr. one semester of architecture, thank you." Carlos rolled his eyes at his sister's barb as Sandy turned to the rest of the firemen. "Okay. Now, we do this carefully, but quickly. Thanks little bro, take care of the wounded on the outside." She whacked the tall dirty blond on the shoulder. "Ready Brady?"

"Ready LT. Let's get them out."

It was dark and she hurt all over, especially her left hip, but none of the soreness made it seem like something was broken or torn. She sighed. Part of the ER had fallen on her, she was happy she was alive. Robert was going to be her bitch for at least a couple of months if this turned out because of shoddy up keep or something. Of course, that was predicated on her getting out of wherever she was alive.

The good news was that if she concentrated she could hear voices, but it was hard to concentrate. "Concussion." She mumbled. She turned her head, it was pretty much the only thing she could move and realized that she shouldn't have. Next to her lay one of the new Med Students. Ryan. She moved her head back and closed her eyes, preferring the darkness to what she'd seen in her own little bit of light.

Then the stuff on top of her felt lighter and she could hear someone whistling. Then she heard a colorful curse and a lower voice speaking. The whistling stopped and now the weight was almost gone. She opened her eyes and was blinded for a second. Her rescuer came into view, a ring of light still around the woman's head as her eyes fully acclimated to the change in light.

"Don't move." She spoke over her shoulder to people Kerry still couldn't see, "Hey... we're in an ER, one of you want to get off your fat asses and get me a gurney or somethin'?"

Kerry coughed, "Okay. I'm okay..." She tried to push herself up, but the woman put a hastily bandaged hand on Kerry's shoulder. The ER chief spoke again to the woman. "You should get that checked out. Get a tetanus booster."

The firefighter glanced down at her hand and back up to Kerry. Her eyes danced with laughter, though she kept a straight face, "Considerin' you're tryin' to get up after having a good chunk of ceiling fall on you, pot calling the kettle black much?" She paused, "I'm fine."

"Malucci."

Dave's face appeared, "Chen and Mark are getting a gurney."

"Check out her hand."

Sandy glanced over her shoulder, wondering if the young man would do what she said. Dave nodded, "Got it Chief. If you'll..."

Sandy shook her head, "I don't do doctors. No offense. Here we go." She helped make room for the gurney, "Since you seem to be Chief Weaver and you haven't said anything about helping the man next to you..."

Sandy trailed off, but Kerry knew what she was saying. She closed her eyes and fought down the urge to move on her own as her staff and the firefighters got her onto the gurney. "His blood is on me, not mine. Carotid got hit. He..."

An unfamiliar voice spoke from over near the admit desk, "If you'd like Doctor Weaver, I'll inform his next of kin."

Kerry moved her head and a tall curly blonde with the bluest eyes Kerry had ever seen swam into view. Obviously she'd expended just a bit too much energy, the world seemed to shrink to a pinpoint and then she was unconscious.