Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me!! Just thought I'd clear that up (so don't bother writing me any letters asking to borrow Carter!!)
A/N: This is the first chapter of my new fic! (Thought you'd got rid of me after meant to be - eh? Well no such luck!!) I was gonna take a break, but my addiction got the bettr of me and I found myself in front of the computer again! I will also be working on Surprises so hopefully I'll have the next chapter of that up soon. Finally, I promise this will be a lot less angsty than Meant to Be!
PS Anyone who knows me, knows this will be a Carby!!
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It amazes me that I could ever hate this woman. I must have been stupid. No, stupid isn't the right word. I think jealous is more fitting. I mean, yeah, we didn't get off to the best of starts. Addressing me as 'hey nurse' didn't help, but that wasn't the real reason I didn't like her. As always, it was a guy. My guy. Well not mine but...I wanted him to be. He wanted her and so our silent war began.
We're fine now. The seminar helped. It made me see her as a possible friend instead of the threat I thought she was. But that's what jealously does to you. Plus, I think it helps that she broke up with Carter. There's no awkwardness now. We have a laugh, we talk, we have coffee. It's a nice change. I mean the only other person I've been able to really talk to over the past couple of years has been Carter, and things are so complicated with us now. It's nice to have her. We talk about our families, our relationships - which, granted, at the moment are non existent. We can talk about shoes and clothes and all the other really important stuff girls talk about. And she understands. She knows how I feel about Carter but she doesn't push me on it.
She's sitting across from me in Doc Magoos eating breakfast and taking some quiz in a magazine. I've never really done this sort of stuff before but it's fun. It's nice to have some meaningless conversation without having to worry if it'll break out friendship.
"Okay, describe you ideal guy," she grins at me. I raise an eyebrow sceptically, "Oh come on Abby it's just a question." I don't have to think too long,
"Billy," I answer, expecting her to know what I'm talking about. She looks at me, her eyebrows furrowed, looking hopelessly confused. I suddenly become embarrassed. Do I really want to tell her this?
"Who's Billy?" I laugh slightly and look round the restaurant uncomfortably.
"It...um...it doesn't matter." How do I get myself into these situations?
"Oh come on, tell me!" I shakes me head slightly,
"It's so embarrassing..."
"Come on! I won't tell a soul." I don't know what it is about her, but I find myself leaning forward about to confess all. She sees this and leans forward too.
"Um...we...um...okay. You ever watch Ally McBeal?"
"I love that show!" She says, slightly too loud for my liking. I wave my hands telling her to keep the volume down.
"Yeah well, anyway...that's the Billy I'm talking about!" She looks at me like I'm crazy.
"*He's* your ideal guy?" She says, her tone conveying disbelieve. Yeah, she thinks I'm crazy...and maybe I am.
"Yes. Well no...not literally him..."
"I was gonna say!" She interjects
"Just the idea of him." Now she looks totally confused. I continue, not believing I'm actually saying this out loud. "You know...Billy *knows* Ally - inside and out. He knows what she's feeling, when she needs him. They can have these whole conversations without even talking. He gets her. He loves her. I mean, he even married that blond thing but it didn't stop him loving Ally. They're soul mates. And that's what I want."
I sit back embarrassed. I've never said that to anyone. I feel shy and look at the table. What if she laughs? She brings her coffee to her mouth and says wistfully,
"Yeah...I hear ya!" She looks at me and we burst out laughing. She understands. So maybe I'm not crazy to want it.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. I know it doesn't happen in real life." We sigh, knowing that it's probably true. Both of us wishing life could be like it was on TV. We sit silently for a few moments, alone with our own personal dreams. Susan's pager goes off like an alarm, waking us instantly. Looknig at it she sighs.
"Great! GSW."
"Have fun," I say, unable to hide the smugness from my voice. My shift is overand she still has hours left. She smiles slightly, standing as she pulls her coat on,
"You know...I never had you pegged as a closet romantic!" I laugh as she walks towards the exit. I yell after her,
"Tell anyone and I'll kill you!" Her head turns and I see her laughing too. Yeah, it's nice to have a friend.
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A/N: No Carby interaction in this chapter, but it will be coming soon. (Yeah, unfortunately there will be more.) Thanks for reading! Also, it'd be great if you review.
Disclaimer 2: I don't own Billy Thomas either!!
~Theresa
