A/N: Sorry, I do apologize for these chapters being so short. This was just a little idea I had. The entire story isn't very long, but I hope you like it anyway!

Also, I just want to thank all my reviewers: xEllax, lubyforeverx711, MauraFan228, Andie, and Bee. Big thanks to xxCarbyxx for all her help!

Chapter One

"Abby? What are you doing here?" She looked as confused as he did. She sat up, grabbing her head with one head and clutching the sheet to her chest with the other.

"Umm… that's a very good question." She attempted to remember the events of last night through the pounding in her head. Little pieces floated back to her. "Carter and I… had a fight last night." She closed her eyes briefly. Opening them again she nodded. "You and I ran into each other at that bar down the street."

"Makes sense from what I can recall. I guess it's pretty clear what happened next." He finished for her, looking at the mess of scattered clothes and tangled bed sheets.

"Yeah. Don't you have to go?"

"Yes, I have to jog. They need me down at the hospital."

"Sure they don't need more help?"

"You know County, they'll call you if they do. They love interrupting our lives." He said with a chuckle.

"That they do." There was an awkward pause. "I have my key still, go ahead and I'll lock up."

"Alright." He gave her a look she couldn't quite decipher. "Thanks." One last glance and he was gone.

She sat for a while, flashes of the previous night's activities bringing color to her cheeks. The little she could remember, after the bar, was pretty spectacular. Then she thought about him. She tried not to compare the two men- Luka and Carter- but, frankly, Carter sucked in bed . It had always been like that. She and Luka had the chemistry, the mind- blowing sex, and poor communication. It was the complete opposite with Carter. Whoever said, "Friendship is the best basis for a relationship" was terribly mistaken. God…

"What the hell am I going to do?" She whispered to herself. Everything was such a mess. The one thing she needed to do was the one thing she was afraid to do. She was so tired of it all.

"Are you going to run from your problems your entire life, Abby?"

"I don't run from my problems!" She replied incredulously.

"No, you'd just rather drown them."

"That's not fair."

"Isn't it? I have a fucking drunk for a girlfriend." He shouted. He rubbed a hand over his face, composing himself. "Just… let me help you."

"Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe I don't want your help? That maybe I like being an alcoholic?"

"You want to be this way?" It was more of a statement than a question. "You like stumbling out of bars in the middle of the night on the arm of some guy you've just met?"

"I've haven't slept with anyone else since we've been together."

"That you can remember." She looked him, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"You know what Carter, fuck you. I'm leaving. I really don't need this right now."

Yeah, they communicated really well. Things were falling apart, that was glaringly obvious. If Carter ever found out about Luka- there would be hell to pay. She cradled her aching head in her hands, holding back tears. The extreme irony of her life- she lived with a man she'd come to hate, and slept with a man she considered a friend. Both were most likely ruined. Wonderful, I've done it again.