Title and Author : Not going anywhere - Becky
Disclaimer : Oh yeah, I own them all, I'm secretly Micheal Crichton....no, I don't think so...wish I was though....at least to have met Noah....but sadly, I haven't, and don't.
Summary: An extra scene from 'Tell me where it hurts'
Note : Carby basically..
Spoilers : Only if you haven't seen 'Tell Me Where It Hurts'
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"I'm not going anywhere"
She searched his eyes, the intent gaze he had upon her, his eyes dark pools of seriousness and concern. He held his hand out to her, and accepting it, he pulled her into a warm embrace. Her arms weaved around his torso, his hand lazily stroking her back in the same fashion he had used moments before. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, then resting his own upon her curls.
The amount of safety she could feel in his arms was surreal, knowing that this one person, John Carter had such an effect on her. But he did, and a good effect at that.
His own concern was for Abby, and the turmoil she was facing, whilst her own concern was for her brother and the breaking bond that they had forced all those years ago.
Her hands and arms left his body, as he placed his hands on her shoulders, thinking up the words to say.
"We're going to help him Abby, we'll get him help."
It was the 'we' of that sentence that had amazed her. They, together, were going to get him help. Not Abby, on her own, but them, both of them. She smiled slightly, thinking of the past relationships and the past people she would of liked to have had help her, but none of them had. John Carter did. John Carter was different. John was there.
"Thankyou."
It was all she could say, and all she thought she could manage without breaking down into tears. She wasn't a weak person, she wasn't someone who could cry in front of people, but someone who rarely did. And he, was now the one person who had seen it in a while, who had seen her crying.
He didn't tell her to 'shh', or tell her that it'd be okay, he did what he felt was right, he invited her to his embrace even more. And, when her sobs and tears had subsided, his hand travelled to the small of her back, guiding her to her bedroom, and then to the bed, informing her silently, that the sleep would do her good.
Within minutes, they were both in bed, his arms embracing her still, her eyes still allowing a few solitary tears to escape. He listened to her breathing, waiting for her to drift off, whilst making a pact with himself that he would stay awake until he knew that she was asleep, and until he knew that she had stopped her worrying, if only briefly.
And soon enough, her breaths were steady, her eyes closed, and her worries had been banquished in the time that she spent sleeping. He planted one last kiss to her head, before closing his eyes and adjusting his arms around her, making sure that whenever they were asleep tonight they would be touching, physically, and emotionally.
"We're gonna be okay, Abby. We're gonna be okay."
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Author's Note : Wahey, two fanfiction's in one day - aren't you proud of me?! No, probably not, because, well, that was probably quite rubbish. But again, I *had* to write something, and this was the end product. Was it good, bad, absolutely awful that you can't describe it? Well, whatever, please review! 'Cause I really appreciate them, and I certainly do read *all* of them.....