Title: Still Holding on
Category: Drama/Angst/ Romance-JC & JMC
Rating: PG-13 just to be on the safe side (Later in the story)
Spoilers: None; I only wish this would happen on the show, but it won't.
Archive: ask first, then I'll decide
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner
Brothers, Michael Criton, NBC, etcetera, etcetera.
Authors Note: This is the first chapter in my very first fan fiction. I really hope that you enjoy it, and I can't wait to post the next couple of chapter, so read fast! Just kidding! Hope you enjoy, and I want feedback!
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She sat alone in the semi-abandoned airport, and waited.for what, she did not know. He had said that it was over, that she deserved better. He was wrong, and she knew it. She still loved him.
Her thoughts drifted to two years earlier.
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The wedding had been everything that she had planned; the eight months of preparation had been worth it, and the money was well spent, not that either family was lacking in that department. It had been the social event of the year- the joining of two of Chicago's most affluent families in one marriage.
After returning from their honeymoon in Europe, both were anxious to get back to the ER.
"Hey, look who's back-it's the Carters." The burly desk clerk shouted. All heads around the admit desk turned to see the happy couple upon their arrival.
"It's good to be back, Jerry. Did you all miss us?"
"Weaver's been on the warpath for the past two weeks. We've been working overtime, and double shifts-What do you think?" Susan said sarcastically as she hugged John. She turned to Jing Mei and quickly hugged her friend.
"Yeah-I would say that you two owe us big time-Congratulations, man." Luka shook John's hand, and then walked into exam one to deal with a broken arm.
The rest of the "welcome backs" proceeded in a similar fashion, and then it was back to the daily grind of the ER for the newlyweds.
"Carter-we've got an MVA coming in with an ETA of five minutes. I need you on it. Oh, yeah, and welcome back. And find your wife. I need her to take one of these patients"
"Right, sure. Thanks, Dr. Weaver."
Things were definitely back to normal, for a while at least.
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"Hey, your finally home."
"Sorry about that, baby." John kissed Deb on the forehead. "We had a rape victim pull up just before my shift ended. Seventeen-year-old girl. She'll pull through, but it was bad. Her parents showed up, and they completely lost it. I hate that part of the job."
"I know, sweetie. We all do."
"Anyway, I'm just glad to be off, so that I could come home and sleep!" He fell on the couch, and pretended to snore loudly.
Looking over at him, she smiled, and teasingly said, "Are you sure that's what you had in mind?"
His eyes opened, and caught the glimmer in hers. He jumped up, grabbed the paperback from her hands, picked her up off the couch, and carried her upstairs to the master suite. Her squeals could be heard throughout the house as he playfully threw her on to the bed, and turned out the lights.
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When the first beam of sunlight peeked into the room, John lay there, doing nothing but watching his wife breathe.
God, she's beautiful. I have to be the luckiest man on earth.
He thought back to the time before they became involved. She had been his best friend all through medical school, but the relationship had stalled after she had accidentally killed a man. But she came back. They had resumed the professional relationship and a personal friendship, yet no sparks flew. John thought about the past relationships-the ones that did not last. Elaine, Anna, Lucy, Rena, Roxanne, Susan, and Abby. None of those had lasted. None f them meant anything. It wasn't until an ER Christmas party two years ago that he finally realized that Deb was the one woman in his life who was constantly there for him, except for Gamma.
Beside him, Deb stirred, bringing him back to the present.
"Good Morning, Beautiful."
She yawned and stretched. "Morning."
"What time do you go in? I'm on at 10:00"
"8:00-I'd better get a move on."
She slipped out of bed, and into the bathroom.
As she showered, Deb thought about the life she and John had made for themselves. Both had been brought up under the strict standards set by the society column of the Sun-Times. But finding one another as more than friends had been a challenge. After the initial awkward confrontation at the Christmas party two years ago, the couple had to adjust to the strain of being a young couple under the stresses of the ER. Not to mention the scrutiny of the nurses at work. The gossip mill was working over time between Christmas and Valentines Day, when the "secret" relationship was revealed in the form of three dozen roses. Deb smiled to herself, and finished getting ready for work.
She exited the bathroom, headed to breakfast, and was stunned to see six beautifully wrapped packages sitting on the dining room table.
"What on earth is this?" she exclaimed.
"Six gifts for six months. Why surely you have not forgotten that today is our six month anniversary, have you?" He stood behind her, and wrapped two loving arms around her.
"Actually, yeah, I did. Sorry."
He laughed at her bluntness. "Oh well. No harm done. There's nothing I need, cause I have everything that I need, right here, in my arms."
A tear of sheer joy slipped down her face, and he quickly kissed it away.
"Stop that. I don't like to see you crying. If you don't open those gifts, I just might have to take them back."
"Oh no you don't." she said quickly as she pounced at the neatly wrapped packages. After opening the first five, she stepped back, and realized how thoughtful her husband was. An ancient bottle of wine, a diamond bracelet, some expensive perfume, some silk lingerie, a box of imported chocolates.
"Thank you, John."
"Wait-there's one more.here you go."
He pushed the last box toward her. She opened it and stared at the contents with a confused glance on her face.
"A baby bottle? John, what is this? What are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm saying that maybe it's time we think about starting a family. I know that it is completely your decision, but.just think about it, Okay?"
"I cannot wait to be the mother of your children, John Carter," she said with a smile. She kissed him and left for work.
Nether of them was prepared for what would transpire within the next few weeks.
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Authors Note: This is the first chapter in my very first fan fiction. I really hope that you enjoy it, and I can't wait to post the next couple of chapter, so read fast! Just kidding! Hope you enjoy, and I want feedback!
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She sat alone in the semi-abandoned airport, and waited.for what, she did not know. He had said that it was over, that she deserved better. He was wrong, and she knew it. She still loved him.
Her thoughts drifted to two years earlier.
~~~~*
The wedding had been everything that she had planned; the eight months of preparation had been worth it, and the money was well spent, not that either family was lacking in that department. It had been the social event of the year- the joining of two of Chicago's most affluent families in one marriage.
After returning from their honeymoon in Europe, both were anxious to get back to the ER.
"Hey, look who's back-it's the Carters." The burly desk clerk shouted. All heads around the admit desk turned to see the happy couple upon their arrival.
"It's good to be back, Jerry. Did you all miss us?"
"Weaver's been on the warpath for the past two weeks. We've been working overtime, and double shifts-What do you think?" Susan said sarcastically as she hugged John. She turned to Jing Mei and quickly hugged her friend.
"Yeah-I would say that you two owe us big time-Congratulations, man." Luka shook John's hand, and then walked into exam one to deal with a broken arm.
The rest of the "welcome backs" proceeded in a similar fashion, and then it was back to the daily grind of the ER for the newlyweds.
"Carter-we've got an MVA coming in with an ETA of five minutes. I need you on it. Oh, yeah, and welcome back. And find your wife. I need her to take one of these patients"
"Right, sure. Thanks, Dr. Weaver."
Things were definitely back to normal, for a while at least.
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"Hey, your finally home."
"Sorry about that, baby." John kissed Deb on the forehead. "We had a rape victim pull up just before my shift ended. Seventeen-year-old girl. She'll pull through, but it was bad. Her parents showed up, and they completely lost it. I hate that part of the job."
"I know, sweetie. We all do."
"Anyway, I'm just glad to be off, so that I could come home and sleep!" He fell on the couch, and pretended to snore loudly.
Looking over at him, she smiled, and teasingly said, "Are you sure that's what you had in mind?"
His eyes opened, and caught the glimmer in hers. He jumped up, grabbed the paperback from her hands, picked her up off the couch, and carried her upstairs to the master suite. Her squeals could be heard throughout the house as he playfully threw her on to the bed, and turned out the lights.
~~~~*
When the first beam of sunlight peeked into the room, John lay there, doing nothing but watching his wife breathe.
God, she's beautiful. I have to be the luckiest man on earth.
He thought back to the time before they became involved. She had been his best friend all through medical school, but the relationship had stalled after she had accidentally killed a man. But she came back. They had resumed the professional relationship and a personal friendship, yet no sparks flew. John thought about the past relationships-the ones that did not last. Elaine, Anna, Lucy, Rena, Roxanne, Susan, and Abby. None of those had lasted. None f them meant anything. It wasn't until an ER Christmas party two years ago that he finally realized that Deb was the one woman in his life who was constantly there for him, except for Gamma.
Beside him, Deb stirred, bringing him back to the present.
"Good Morning, Beautiful."
She yawned and stretched. "Morning."
"What time do you go in? I'm on at 10:00"
"8:00-I'd better get a move on."
She slipped out of bed, and into the bathroom.
As she showered, Deb thought about the life she and John had made for themselves. Both had been brought up under the strict standards set by the society column of the Sun-Times. But finding one another as more than friends had been a challenge. After the initial awkward confrontation at the Christmas party two years ago, the couple had to adjust to the strain of being a young couple under the stresses of the ER. Not to mention the scrutiny of the nurses at work. The gossip mill was working over time between Christmas and Valentines Day, when the "secret" relationship was revealed in the form of three dozen roses. Deb smiled to herself, and finished getting ready for work.
She exited the bathroom, headed to breakfast, and was stunned to see six beautifully wrapped packages sitting on the dining room table.
"What on earth is this?" she exclaimed.
"Six gifts for six months. Why surely you have not forgotten that today is our six month anniversary, have you?" He stood behind her, and wrapped two loving arms around her.
"Actually, yeah, I did. Sorry."
He laughed at her bluntness. "Oh well. No harm done. There's nothing I need, cause I have everything that I need, right here, in my arms."
A tear of sheer joy slipped down her face, and he quickly kissed it away.
"Stop that. I don't like to see you crying. If you don't open those gifts, I just might have to take them back."
"Oh no you don't." she said quickly as she pounced at the neatly wrapped packages. After opening the first five, she stepped back, and realized how thoughtful her husband was. An ancient bottle of wine, a diamond bracelet, some expensive perfume, some silk lingerie, a box of imported chocolates.
"Thank you, John."
"Wait-there's one more.here you go."
He pushed the last box toward her. She opened it and stared at the contents with a confused glance on her face.
"A baby bottle? John, what is this? What are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm saying that maybe it's time we think about starting a family. I know that it is completely your decision, but.just think about it, Okay?"
"I cannot wait to be the mother of your children, John Carter," she said with a smile. She kissed him and left for work.
Nether of them was prepared for what would transpire within the next few weeks.
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