I don't own any of ER just playing with the characters
NPOV
I was at O'Hare airport, Simon had just left. He had come to say a proper goodbye. We had been through a lot together, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone out there, better for each of us. I'm glad that he didn't know where I was really going, because it would hurt his feelings.
There was an announcement informing me that it was the last boarding call for my flight. As I made my way to the relevant gate I began to panic. Was I making a huge mistake? Could this move be detrimental to my surgical career? I was leaving everything I knew behind. All my friends were at County and my mentor. All though Lucien gave me a friendly hug goodbye, I sensed that he still felt betrayed by my decision to not stay at County.
I pulled out my cell and called the one person who could help me. I dialled the number and waited anxiously for someone to answer.
"Hello" came a warm, friendly voice.
"Abby, it's Neela" I responded.
"Neela" she said, surprised. "Aren't you supposed to be up in the air right now?" she asked.
My plane was delayed, due to bad weather. Abby, am I doing the right thing?" I came to a stop, just before the gate. I only had minutes to wait for her answer.
"Yes, you're doing the right thing. Now get on the damn plane" she said, rather tersely.
"Okay, thanks. Bye"
"Bye"
I missed Abby, she was my best friend. Although she had been offered an attending position at County she had opted to move to Boston. Her and Luka had been having marital problems, after her drinking relapse last year, whilst Luka was busy attending to his sick father in Croatia. Luka had agreed that they could work things out, but wanted to move somewhere that noone knew them. Abby had followed her heart and made the move. We still e-mailed from time to time. She sent photos of Joe, I was amazed how much he had grown in a single year. Luka and Abby were more in love now than they had ever been. Could I find the same happiness they had? I guess I would find out soon enough, I handed over my boarding pass and made my way down the tunnel, to the plane.
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I had arrived in Baton Rouge a little over an hour ago. I rented a car and made my way to my new hospital, Lechatlier Medical Center. After getting a visitor badge I nervously found my way to the rehabilitation unit.
I looked around in admiration at all the good work being performed right in front of my eyes. I scanned across the room until finally I saw him. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a snug grey t-shirt that accentuated his athletic physique. He hadn't notice me yet. That's when he glanced in my general direction and did a double take, before smiling in my direction. I was glad that he seemed genuinely pleased to see me here.
After excusing himself from his patient, he walked towards me, with a look on his face that expressed that he couldn't believe I was here.
"Finally" he sighed. "Are you really here?" he asked softly, quirking his eyebrows.
"I really am" was my response. We shared a moment looking longingly into each others eyes. The corners of my lips tugged upwards into a smile.
Here with Ray all my worries dissipated as I knew I had made the right decision, following my heart rather than my head. Ray was the man I loved. If I was truthful I had been in love with him for a very long time; since before Michael died in Iraq. It was my guilt for loving Ray whilst still married to Michael and me blaming myself for Ray's accident that had kept us apart for the past three years.
RPOV
I still couldn't believe she was really here. After being in love with Neela for four years, she was ready to be with me. Sure she had called to let me know that she had accepted a job offer here in Baton Rouge. I hadn't really expected her to turn up though. This wouldn't be the first time that Neela had made a promise, I had got my hopes up, only to be crushed when she didn't live up to that promise.
Both of us had been through a lot in the past couple of years. Neela was still coming to terms with the sudden death of her late husband Dr. Michael Gallant and on top of all that she still blamed herself for my accident. I had gone through a bad time in the hospital just after my accident where I had tried to kill myself. Luckily I was unsuccessful and now I had found my true calling and it was as a rehabilitation specialist.
When I saw her last October in Chicago I saw how well things had turned out for her. She had become a very accomplished surgeon. When she told me that she blamed herself for my accident I reminded her that I had been drunk and stood in the middle of the road. I hated that it was her guilt that had kept us from becoming a couple.
As we had danced in her apartment we had shared a moment, I had leaned in to kiss her, only to be interrupted by some new doc called Simon. After she had spoken to him it was clear that our moment had passed and I gave her a lingering kiss goodbye.
That was the last time I saw her until now. We had kept in contact via e-mail and phone calls (turns out her and this Simon dated for a while.)
Now, here she was, stood in front of me, ready to embark on a new life with me. I was so happy at this moment in time.
"If you give me ten minutes, I'll be finished here and we can go grab some lunch in the cafeteria" I said.
"Okay, I'll just wait outside" she said, pointing towards the door.
"See you in ten" I said, as I made my way back to my patient, still smiling ecstatically. I had wanted to kiss her so badly, but it was hardly the appropriate place for such a public display of affection, after all this was where I worked.
Finally, I thought once again.
A/N So this chapter brings us up to where we left the roomies at the end of season 15. Should I continue with this story. Let me know, also if you have any suggestions for where the story could go let me know, because I'm winging it at the mo. Thanks :)
