Title: Telathons and Darlington

Series: #16 in Holidays Series
Spoilers: Series (Season) 3 Episode 16 of Bad Girls (Eventually)
Disclaimer: Don't own most of the characters, ER or otherwise.

A/N: I am not British, nor do I pretend to be British, so, any of the British parts that sound wrong, I am very sorry (for the record, I can't really write a good Southern or Texas accent either so...). I'm getting a whole lot more of the slang etc. now that I've watched 39 episodes, but still, a whole lot of it still makes no sense.

I truly, I really, really, really tried to make this not a crossover series, but alas, it seems to be a condition I have. Hello, my name is Danie, I am a Crossover-a-holic. :)

"Good news, I'm not gay."

Kerry was only barely listening to Randi. "Okay..."

"After all, there are entirely too many of y'all around this place anyway."

"Ah..."

Randi put her hands on her hips and cracked her gum. "Are you listenin' to me Doctor Weaver?"

"I am, continue..."

She nodded, "I just bit the bullet, and asked Lori out. We had dinner and then sex."

"Randi." There was a warning note in her voice.

"What? What? It's a natural occurrence for some of us. Anyway... I don't see what you see in it. No oomph... No..."

"Whoo-hoo?"

Randi scratched her head, "You guys have moved onto Buffy?"

"Three whole, very, very long seasons of unintelligible crap. Makes my head hurt."

Randi waved at Kerry, "Just wait, the best is yet to come, except Season Seven, Seven sucked."

Kerry met Randi's look with one of her own, "And what about Lori?"

Randi shook her head, "She seemed... amused by the whole thing actually."

"Well,..." Kerry closed the chart and gave Randi all her attention, "Lori was about three when Kim came out to her family... so..."

The doors sprung open and a gasping woman sitting on a gurney rolled through. "Pregnancy, thirty six weeks along."

Kerry quirked a grin, "Well, it is Labor Day.."

Randi groaned, "That was bad Doctor Weaver."

Kim checked the stove, it was off, and the toaster, unplugged. They needed groceries, lots of 'em, but Kerry was pulling a double. She didn't even have Henry along to get into buying mischief with since he was at a friends house. She locked the door behind her.

Kerry pushed her bangs out of her eyes once, and then again. She hurfed.

Scissors appeared in front of Kerry's face and she chuckled, "Thank you Randi, no..."

Randi shrugged and put the scissors down, "You do know that when you're relationship free you have short hair, generally horrible looking, all severe and just yelling 'I'm frigid stay away'. But then, when you're with someone, you let it grow, and it gets all nice and shiny and just yells I'm gettin'..." Randi made an oof sound as a pair of rolled up socks hit her in the chest. "What the... Where?"

A smirk came to Kerry's face, "The lost and found." Randi dropped the socks like they were a bomb while making a cross between an 'eww' and 'gross' sound. Kerry shook her head, "Leave the psychology to Kim and her people."

Abby appeared, "She's right, and we have a couple of smoke inhalations coming in."

"Are curtains open?"

Abby nodded, "That's what I was going to do right now."

Kerry jumped as a large man in a Security Guard's uniform appeared right in front of her face. He was pasty white, his hair was cut in a military crew cut, most of it gray, and he had a hardened look to his face, and a scar down his left cheek.

He didn't seem to want to give Kerry any personal space at all. What he didn't know was that he was dealing with Kerry Weaver. "Is there something I can do for you..." She glanced at his name tag, "Mr. Johnson?"

"Wallace, Wally... there was something about a tussle down here?"

Kerry shook her head, resisting the impulse to step away and take back her personal space. But she didn't know why he was crowding her, and she knew if she did step backwards Wallace Johnson would win his little confrontation. "Not today. Are you new?"

"You could tell that from the accent could ya. I was called down here because someone said a bloke was tossing the place."

Kerry met his eyes, "Actually Mr. Johnson, I make it a point to know everyone who works in my ER. I've never seen you before."

"Your ER?"

Randi spoke, "She's the Chief, she used to have a crutch that right now would be up your..."

"Miranda Fronczak..."

Randi smiled and went back to her work. "What. It was a good weapon. My favorite use, other than my brilliant take out of that dog bitten idiot, was when you speared the cup from Jerry's hands. Perfect aim. Oh, oh, or taking on the whole football team." Randi glanced at Wallace, "Football like, real football, not your crazy soccer that's called football."

Kerry glanced over at Randi, "Back to work Randi."

"Sir, yes, sir."

A smile came to Kerry's face, "Sorry to disappoint... Wallace, but no tussles today, but if you waited down here half an hour or so, there'll be one."

Wallace took a step back and turned, shaking his head and mumbling something about girls.

Neela appeared at the Admit desk, nearly running Kerry down. "Sorry Doctor Weaver."

"No problem. How're you doing on the other side Neela?"

"It's..." Neela seemed to glow, "Have you seen Abby?"

Abby appeared, "They're firemen."

Kerry frowned, "What house?"

Coughing came from the entrance to the ER as the doors slid open. Two firemen stumbled in followed closely by Craig Legaspi who looked tired, but seemed to be breathing fine.

"Craig?"

Craig winced, "I, uh, hope you have a change of clothes here."

Kerry gripped Craig's arm, "What happened? Tell me now."

"Henry?"

"Uh, at, at Steve's I think."

Craig nodded, "Kim's car was gone... where could she be?"

Kerry squeezed his arm so hard he looked down and back up. "Tell me what happened? Now Legaspi."

"Your house, it burned to the ground."

Kerry didn't even speak, she picked up the Admit desk's phone, she dialed from memory. A second later she slammed it down, "Voicemail, damn."

Kerry started to move, but Craig stopped her, "The car wasn't there Kerry. She's okay."

Kerry pushed Craig away, "You don't know that for sure." She stopped speaking abruptly and gripped the edge of the desk. Her face and hands both went white and Craig grabbed her before she could fall. "We'll si..."

"No... no..."

Kerry gritted her teeth, and stood up straight. She pushed Craig's arms away and stared down at the numbers on the phone. "Go check on your firefighters, I have to call Steve's mom, get him sorted out..." Craig stared at Kerry for another moment. Kerry managed to stand up straight until Craig disappeared from sight. She groaned and closed her eyes. "Oh, God Kim, be okay..."

Kim tapped on the steering wheel. Satellite radio was the great invention of the twenty first century, although the iPhone was nothing to sneeze at.

She turned the music up with a smile. Kerry loved the song. Grace Jones. Ring of Fire, Kim had worked so hard to broaden Kerry's music boundaries to Pop, real Rock, Broadway shows. Kim mumbled, "Ethel Merman's just as great s Grace Jones."

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the car bearing down on her back bumper, or maybe it was the fact that she was thinking about Kerry and Henry, but she never heard or felt the impact.

The light had just turned green as she sniffed the air, "Something's burning."

She shook her head and the world turned upside down at once it was like she was flying and yet flat on her back. The noise was horrendous and then just like that it all stopped.