AN: this is the first installment, I don't own anything. Set some time in series eleven there aren't any spoilers. Please review though!
The mirror can be very revealing and truthful, Abby thought glumly as she turned away from herself. Two hours sleep and no makeup did not do much for her image.
"Hey Lockhart, trauma rolling in"
"Ray!" she retorted angrily. Abby raised her eyebrows questioning his appearance in the ladies toilets. He threw his hands up defensively and cheekily peered around the corner into one of the cubicles.
"Hey how come your toilets are so much bigger than ours?" he asked glancing across the room.
"So the female doctors can get together and bitch about the young male interns…especially the ones with black nail polish!" He furrowed his eyebrows pretending to be hurt and looked down at his nails. Abby stood by the sink and idly looked down at her own nails, thinking how long it had been since she'd had a manicure. She then jerked her head up realising the situation.
"Ray get out of here, I'll be there in a minute!"
"One minute counting now!" He looked down at his watch and started to make a ticking noise irritating Abby even further. She rolled her eyes and stormed past him entering the busy corridor.
"Ouch somebody's moody this morning." He quickened his step to walk along with her. Abby's ponytail swished along her back as she shook her head, infuriated. Ray stood in front of her and began walking backwards trying to get her attention.
His head ducked down into hers and she tilted her head to the side in an attempt to get passed him. Abby saw an empty gurney only a couple of metres away from an unsuspecting Ray, it was blocking the corridor and the only way to get past it was to squeeze around the side.
She opened her mouth to warn him, and then smiled sweetly up at him. Surprised, he returned her smile before colliding into the gurney. A large crash brought attention to the very embarrassed Ray as he tripped over the gurney and fell with a thud on his behind. All Abby did was to push the gurney out of the way and step over him.
"Thanks for your help!" Ray yelled after her. Abby smiled to herself and looked up to see two paramedics pushing in a gurney. She sighed and quickened her step to help and receive the necessary background information.
"Jesminder Bhamra, soccer injury. She's broken her foot and sprained her wrist." The paramedic reeled off the facts to Abby who listened intently.
"Hi Jesminder is it? I'm Dr Lockhart." Abby paused in her delivery, and looked down at the young girl.
"You look familiar, have you been in this hospital before." A young fresh-faced Indian girl stared at her with large, deep dark eyes.
"No this is my first time in Chicago." The British accent sent a slight shiver up Abby's back as she asked herself why this girl was so familiar. Abby cocked her head to the side and brought her into one of the curtains.
"We were in the second half when Jess was tripped up. Two- one up at half time." Abby turned to see a girl around the age of 18 dressed in a football kit, the same strip as what Jesminder was wearing.
"Who are you?" The girl returned Abby's gaze and positioned herself next to the gurney.
"My name's Jules. Me and Jess are over here on a football tournament."
"Soccer huh?" Abby's eyes twinkled at Jesminder.
"Yeah"
Abby started to examine her patient. "So who's your favourite player?"
"David Beckham of course…Ouch!" Abby pulled over a chair and looked up at the girl.
"How did you get that scar on your leg, it looks pretty nasty?"
"I was eight. My mum was working overtime at Heathrow. And I was trying to cook beans on toast. And I jumped up to the grill to get the toast. And my trousers caught light so my sister put me in the bath, poured cold water over me and pulled them off. And half my skin came off too"
Jess sighed and tried to pull the shorts over her scar to make it less visible. Abby nodded her head and winced at the thought.
"So I'm going to have to get a cast for your foot, which means a break from the soccer."
Jesminder's face fell and she exchanged a look with Jules.
"Oh no please, for how long?"
"We've got a major tournament coming up when we return to London." Jules panicked and started running her hands through her hair.
"You've broken your foot, so even when you get your cast taken off you'll need to rest it."
"Hey Abby I need you for a minute." Ray entered the curtain, his voice trailed off when he saw Jules. His eyes wondered over the tall pretty girl in her soccer uniform and his face lit up. He approached the gurney; his eyes locked into hers and gazed down at Jesminder.
"Neela?" he blurted out totally confused.
"Neela," Abby said relieved when the realisation sunk in.
"Who's Neela?" Jesminder asked confused.
"Uh, she's a doctor who works here. You look a lot like her." Jesminder looked down to her lap, confused and annoyed by the fact she wasn't able to play soccer and all these doctors were doing is comparing her to someone. Ray cocked his head to the side and then returned his gaze to Jules.
"Ray can I help you with something?" Abby rolled her eyes. He nodded thoughtfully and then snapped out of his daydream when she prodded him in the ribs.
"Yeah your patient Rosendale, can you come take a look at him for a minute. He says he will only be examined by you." The two girls turned their heads to look at Abby whose face had turned a dark shade of red. She stood up and gently pushed Ray out of the room.
"I'll be back in a minute. Is there anyone I can call for you? Manager, coach…" Jess smirked at Jules, who consequently blushed at the floor.
"Yeah I'll phone our manager."
Abby smiled and left with a strange feeling at the bottom of her stomach. Why did that girl look so much like Neela? Their personality and mannerisms were different but their faces were identical. Maybe she was a relation or something. Abby then laughed out loud as she could never imagine Neela playing Soccer.
"Hey who's Neela's hot friend?" Pratt asked trying to see into curtain one.
"That's not Neela, and Pratt what I have I told you about checking out young girls."
"Abby do you need another pair of hands with your soccer girls in curtain one?" Morris smirked in Pratt's direction as a congregation of males appeared. Abby looked at them all disgusted and stood in front of them trying to block their view. It failed however as they all managed to look over the top of a petite Abby.
"Why's Neela in a soccer uniform?" Carter asked as he joined the group. Abby whipped her head around causing her fringe to fall in front of her face.
"That's not Neela, and you should all know better then to check out young female patients!" With that she stormed into admin to pick up her patient's chart.
"I think someone's a little jealous," Pratt laughed and the group gradually dispersed. Abby sighed in deeply and looked up to see another gurney being wheeled in. Her face fell to confusion and she thought her eyes were failing her.
An unshaven Luka was sitting upright on the gurney with a pair of sunglasses on. A redhead and a brunette followed alongside the gurney. Abby followed them into a trauma room and listened to the paramedics.
"Luka?" she asked, sounding unsure as it didn't appear to beLuka.
"No his name's Jimmy." Piped up the red haired woman.
AN: Ok everyone please review, I love feedback!
