A/N: Don't own Waterloo by ABBA either (almost typed Abby, oops... :))
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The song started and Kerry's head started bobbing back and forth. She as quite sure that she had snapped, after all, this was the fourth, fifth, maybe it was the sixth time she had done the same day over, she was loosing count. She'd have to be careful of that. She idly wondered if she made a mark on her body if it would stay that way, or if she too was reverting back to how she was at the beginning of the day. If she could kill herself. She was hesitant to try, it would be a bit of
a kill joy if she was able to kill herself. Of course, she wouldn't be looping anymore either. The singing started and she sung along, her crutch tapping on the floor.
"My my, at waterloo napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself..."
Kerry's eyes were closed as she and her crutch danced and sang around the doctor's lounge.
"Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Whoa, whoa, Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo."
Carter frowned, "Um... Doctor Weaver..."
She shushed him and went onto the second verse.
"My my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
So how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo."
The song faded away and Carter cleared his throat. Kerry turned, "Holy shit, that's it..."
Carter's frown was entrenched on his face, "Doctor Weaver, are you feeling okay."
"Other people. Of course." She let her crutch lean against the wall, gripped Carter's head in both her hands and planted a mind altering kiss on him for a good twenty seconds.
She took a step back from Carter, who was breathing a bit hard and shook her head, "Nothin' there... onto my next victim."
She whistled the melody to Waterloo as she bounced into the main part of the ER. She stopped Randi and grabbed her head one handed, bringing Randi's mouth down to her own level and not letting go until Randi tried to push her back. Kerry tilted her head to one side, "Sad to say, better than Carter's... You'd better take some lessons from Randi here John..."
She approached Mark, who sidestepped Kerry, unfortunately for Romano who was right behind him. Kerry didn't even blink as she grabbed Romano's cheeks and smooshed their lips together. It was Kerry who stopped this kiss when Romano tried to pull the red head closer. Kerry took a step back, "Good, but..." She shuddered, "I do have some taste..."
She went into the elevator, still whistling. Her staff frowning after her, "Should we... call someone, Psych?" Carter was worried, "She was dancing to Waterloo by ABBA in the Lounge."
Romano watched as the elevator doors closed and shook his head, "We have more important problems."
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"Hello Peter..."
She had to practically jump to reach Benton, for a half a second she had a pang, Kim was tall, but it passed and she sealed her lips to Benton's. He had been the one who struggled the most so far. That he was the first had surprised Kerry a little. She had never really seen herself as a very attractive woman, apparently she wasn't too horrible at all.
He pushed her back a little to hard and had to catch her before she fell to the ground. "What is going on with you Kerry? The hospital is saying that you've totally flipped..."
Kerry flung her arms to either side, "I'm never going to die, sure, I'm living the same damn day over and over, but I'm living freeee..." She spotted an anesthesiologist, Alexander Babcock she thought. She twirled him and without warning kissed him.
She licked her lips when she and Alex parted, "Hmm... I have to say... that one..." She spotted Cleo, "Doctor Finch..."
Benton waved his hands, trying to get Cleo to peel off, to go the other way, Cleo didn't get it. "Doctor Weav..." The rest of her word was muffled as Kerry claimed Cleo's lips for a long few seconds.
She finally let Cleo go and shook her head, she glanced over at Alex. "I don't know, Alex... there's... something about you... but... a good study needs enough subjects to gain significance, I'm up to the NICU, I hear their attending is a babe..."
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Kerry jumped as she came to a cold consciousness, "I... oh my..."
A throaty laugh came from next to her, "I get that a lot."
Kerry blinked her eyes into focus, "Ah, Doctor Upton..."
Upton chuckled as she climbed off of the table, "Don't you think you should call me by my first name after..."
Kerry looked down at her body and quickly pulled up the... "Blanket?"
Upton shrugged and tossed Kerry her clothes. "You never know, and no, it has never touched a dead body."
"I... what happened, I don't quite... remember... Grey."
Doctor Grey Upton held her hands up, "You came onto me Kerry, came down here raving about no one would remember anything and it was quite a shame. You didn't seem drunk, and you... came on quite strong I must say. I didn't know you were gay Kerry."
Kerry took a deep breath, "I... I'm sorry, this was a bad idea."
"You're not..."
"No, I am... but... oh God..." Kerry put a hand to her head for a moment. The phone rang and Kerry nearly jumped off the table.
Upton held in a laugh as she answered the phone, "Morgue. Mmhmm... yes, I'll be here..." She turned to Kerry, "You may want to get out of here sooner rather than later, unless you want to share the table with someone recently deceased."
This spurred Kerry into action, "I'm sorry, I'm..."
Upton smiled, "We'll talk about this some time... over dinner..."
"I... I..." Kerry finally managed to button her pants and got out of there as fast as her crutch would take her. She was fast remembering why she wasn't a wild, crazy and carefree person.