TITLE: Ten Year's Time
AUTHOR: Lisa Brown, ERDrLewis@aol.com
PART: 1, Walk Away.
ARCHIVE: ask and ye shall receive. Archived at my site, http://er.shh.nu
CATEGORY: Carter/Abby
RATING: PG, but later parts may have a harsher rating.
SPOILERS: "Rampage" and before.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I haven't written anything in forever. Please give some feedback. =) This part is really short, but it's just a setup for part two. Inspiration? "If We Could Start Over" by Celine Dion. Words will be used at a later date. =)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, I'm not making money off of this, so everyone at Warner Bros. and their whole menagerie of people over there can just leave me alone.
Ten Year's Time: Part 1, Walk Away.
by Lisa Brown
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Carter walked into the lounge, prepared to get his stuff and promptly leave. But, there seemed to be someone in his way.
"Aren't you supposed to be at home?" he angrily shot at her. He hadn't meant to be that angry.
She winced from his harsh tone. "I was hoping we could go somewhere and talk."
"Abby, I thought I had made it clear I wasn't interested in talking anymore?"
She looked into his eyes. "Please," she pleaded. "Just this once. Then I'll leave you alone. Promise."
He sighed and grabbed his stuff out of his locker. "Where to?"
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He stirred cream into the cup of coffee sitting before him. "So," he simply said.
"I just wanted to say a few things. OK?" Abby looked up from her cup of coffee.
"Shoot."
"I'm ... sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to be harping on you about Luka. You don't deserve that." She added a pack of sugar to her coffee. She took a sip and made an awful face.
If they were in a different situation, Carter would consider laughing. "Abby, I think you're missing the point."
"I never said I was done talking," Abby said, adding another pack of sugar. "Carter ... if things were different ...."
"If things were different, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he said matter-of-factly.
"Carter!" Abby said, exasperated. "I--I don't know what you want me to say. Call me in ten years if we're both single?!?"
Carter gave her a look signifying that he did not find that funny. "I want you to say, 'Luka's not doing it for me, could you tell from everything I say to you,' but I don't expect you to. Because you haven't admitted it to yourself yet. But, I can't be your friend anymore. It might be selfish, it might be abrupt, but I don't want to be your friend. At least not right now. I'll let you know if that changes."
He got his wallet out of his pocket and put two dollars down from his coffee. "Good-bye, Abby."
She threw her hands up, irritated. They were still at square one.
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Carter lay in bed that night, restless. He couldn't sleep. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'you made your bed, now lie in it.'
A smile crossed his face. He *was* lying in his bed. But, alone.
It was his fault. When Rena broke up with him, he could have made a better case. Sure, he denied he had no feelings for Abby, but not as ardently as he could have. And what was he thinking when he thought he would even have a chance with Abby?
'Call me in ten years if we're both single.' Ha.
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"Abby, are you feeling alright?"
She rolled over when she heard his deep voice whisper her name. "Wha?"
"Are you feeling okay. You've been quiet all night."
"I'm fine," she simply said, rolling back over.
"Is this about earlier? Because I'm really sorry--"
"Luka, it's fine. I'm just tired, okay?"
He must have sensed the irritation in her voice, because he didn't say another word all night. Which was what Abby wanted. Time to think.
She hadn't wanted her conversation with Carter to end that way. Oh, well, he would get over it. What could she do? She liked him, but not enough to break up with Luka for him. Even though she complained about him, Luka was much more receptive than he had been in the beginning. Little squabbles were normal in a relationship, right? And he was just doing what he thought was best. Although it made her rethink med school once again.
Carter would come around, she told herself. He just needed time.
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End P.1
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AUTHOR: Lisa Brown, ERDrLewis@aol.com
PART: 1, Walk Away.
ARCHIVE: ask and ye shall receive. Archived at my site, http://er.shh.nu
CATEGORY: Carter/Abby
RATING: PG, but later parts may have a harsher rating.
SPOILERS: "Rampage" and before.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I haven't written anything in forever. Please give some feedback. =) This part is really short, but it's just a setup for part two. Inspiration? "If We Could Start Over" by Celine Dion. Words will be used at a later date. =)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, I'm not making money off of this, so everyone at Warner Bros. and their whole menagerie of people over there can just leave me alone.
Ten Year's Time: Part 1, Walk Away.
by Lisa Brown
###
Carter walked into the lounge, prepared to get his stuff and promptly leave. But, there seemed to be someone in his way.
"Aren't you supposed to be at home?" he angrily shot at her. He hadn't meant to be that angry.
She winced from his harsh tone. "I was hoping we could go somewhere and talk."
"Abby, I thought I had made it clear I wasn't interested in talking anymore?"
She looked into his eyes. "Please," she pleaded. "Just this once. Then I'll leave you alone. Promise."
He sighed and grabbed his stuff out of his locker. "Where to?"
###
He stirred cream into the cup of coffee sitting before him. "So," he simply said.
"I just wanted to say a few things. OK?" Abby looked up from her cup of coffee.
"Shoot."
"I'm ... sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to be harping on you about Luka. You don't deserve that." She added a pack of sugar to her coffee. She took a sip and made an awful face.
If they were in a different situation, Carter would consider laughing. "Abby, I think you're missing the point."
"I never said I was done talking," Abby said, adding another pack of sugar. "Carter ... if things were different ...."
"If things were different, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he said matter-of-factly.
"Carter!" Abby said, exasperated. "I--I don't know what you want me to say. Call me in ten years if we're both single?!?"
Carter gave her a look signifying that he did not find that funny. "I want you to say, 'Luka's not doing it for me, could you tell from everything I say to you,' but I don't expect you to. Because you haven't admitted it to yourself yet. But, I can't be your friend anymore. It might be selfish, it might be abrupt, but I don't want to be your friend. At least not right now. I'll let you know if that changes."
He got his wallet out of his pocket and put two dollars down from his coffee. "Good-bye, Abby."
She threw her hands up, irritated. They were still at square one.
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Carter lay in bed that night, restless. He couldn't sleep. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'you made your bed, now lie in it.'
A smile crossed his face. He *was* lying in his bed. But, alone.
It was his fault. When Rena broke up with him, he could have made a better case. Sure, he denied he had no feelings for Abby, but not as ardently as he could have. And what was he thinking when he thought he would even have a chance with Abby?
'Call me in ten years if we're both single.' Ha.
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"Abby, are you feeling alright?"
She rolled over when she heard his deep voice whisper her name. "Wha?"
"Are you feeling okay. You've been quiet all night."
"I'm fine," she simply said, rolling back over.
"Is this about earlier? Because I'm really sorry--"
"Luka, it's fine. I'm just tired, okay?"
He must have sensed the irritation in her voice, because he didn't say another word all night. Which was what Abby wanted. Time to think.
She hadn't wanted her conversation with Carter to end that way. Oh, well, he would get over it. What could she do? She liked him, but not enough to break up with Luka for him. Even though she complained about him, Luka was much more receptive than he had been in the beginning. Little squabbles were normal in a relationship, right? And he was just doing what he thought was best. Although it made her rethink med school once again.
Carter would come around, she told herself. He just needed time.
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End P.1
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