A/N Hullo there you funky people! First off, we would like apologise, this update has taken much too long! Our only excuse is our being very busy. But this is a nice long juicy chapter to make up for it! And we're already working on the next lot of chapters, so hopefully you won't have to wait as long!
Also, this chapter is in three part because it was written by two people. Yes, in the mind of The Corrupted Banana Llamas that does make sense. Basically, Ella and I (me being Kenzie) took over the writing of this chapter because Elissa decided the Parody wasn't for her. So I wrote the first part, Ella wrote the middle bit, then I wrote the last teenie bit, again because of busy schedules etc. I think it all flows anyway!
So, this is really for all your Luby's! And there's still a pinch of Reela, obviously! hehe, I hope you all enjoy!
And to all you Americans, I'm very jealous that you have watched the first episode of season 13! No fair! We have to wait for "the new year"
Oh and the song is from Grease... that's pretty obvious.
Love and crazyness,
Kenzie (Moonlight Enchantments)
Summer Nights – Part 1
Abby entered the ER with the vague feeling that something was going to happen. She wasn't far wrong, something always happened in the ER, it was pretty much par for course on a TV show. It would be a pretty boring episode if nothing happened. Besides, something was always happening, people were breathing, moving. But perhaps we're reading too far into the idea of "something". What our dear Lockhart meant was something big. She had just returned from her summer vacation and still hadn't caught sight of a script; she knew this was a sign of trouble to come.
She passed Luka, Ray, Morris, Jerry and Pratt at admit. They were all leaning casually against the desk, and she saw both Luka and Ray had styled their hair into what looked like... quiffs. Ray pulled out a comb as she passed and began styling his hair again. She shook her head; this heat must be playing havoc with their simple minds.
But, as she got into the lounge she realised it wasn't just the male doctors who had gone a little crazy in the heat. Neela, Haleh, and Chuny were all wearing wide, pastel coloured skirts. Sam was leaning against a locker, chewing gum nonchalantly. Chuny had her hair in bunches and Haleh was checking herself out in a mirror.
"Make-up," someone called from off set. Suddenly two girls ran up to her, and forced her into a pale yellow dress, head band and plastered rouge on her cheeks.
"You look positively rosy," Neela whispered with a smile.
"What's going on?"
"We're doing Grease, for charity."
"We're doing what?"
But Abby's questions were put to and end by the director who shushed all the girls, saying their scene was almost coming.
The camera panned the guys, many of whom had now donned leather jackets -despite the heat.
"So, how was your summer, man?" Ray asked, while combing his hair once more.
"Oh, I spent most of it at the beach," Luka replied, nodding his head.
"The beach?" the rest exclaimed, "Tell us about it."
"Aw come on, you don't wanna hear all the corny de-tails. Alright, I'll tell you..." he waited for the musical cue, then sang "Summer lovin' had me a blast..."
"Abby, it's you!" The director shouted.
"Oh um... summer lovin' happened so fast," she sang, feigning a girly voice.
"I met a girl crazy for me."
"I met a boy cute as can be," Abby sang, painting a smile across her face. Who said she wasn't good at improv'?
"Summer days," they harmonised, from a cut screen angle, "Driftin' away to uh-oh those summer nights."
The rest of the cast joined in, "Tell me more, tell me more."
"Did you get very far?" Jerry asked with a wry grin.
"Tell me more, tell me more," the girls sang.
"Like does he have a car?" Chuny asked, batting her new fake eyelashes tremendously.
Luka began to strut away from the desk, followed by the rest of the ensemble. "She swam by me, she got a cramp."
"He ran by me, got my suit damp."
"I saved her life, she nearly drowneddddddd."
"He showed off, splashing around," Abby giggled. Neela looked at her, astonished. She had never heard Abby giggling.
Both Abby and Luka clasped their hands and sang together, "Summer sun, some things begun, but uh-oh those summer nights!"
"Tell me more, tell me more!"
Neela asked gleefully, "Was it love at first sight?"
"Well no, I mean we started out, broke up and then we eventually, oh... sorry!" Abby said, as the director glared at her.
"Tell me more, tell me more."
"Did she put up a fight?" Ray sang with a devilish grin. Then he added, "Hey, dude, seriously why are all of us guys such perverts? I mean, Jerry's got a wry grin, I have a devilish grin. What other pervy grins are there?"
The director merely said, "Shut up."
Luka tried to stifle his laughter by singing, "Took her bowling, in the arcade." Unfortunately, laughing and singing don't mix and it came out rather strangled.
"We went strolling, drank lemonade!" Abby sang, leading the girls in a skip around the room.
"We made out," Luka sang, raising his eyebrows, "Under the dock."
"Jeez," Ray interrupted, "There we go again, being perverts. We do have fan clubs, you know, we need to look after our reputation."
"We stayed out, till ten-o-clock." Abby rolled her eyes. "Seriously, couldn't Neela have been Sandy, she's so much more similar."
"Hey!" Neela said. "I'm nothing like Sandy!"
"Sure you're not... who said you were?" Abby asked.
"You did!"
"Girls, please, we have a chorus to get to!" The director snapped. He had a feeling this was all falling apart, his writers had done a brilliant job with the script but these actors simply weren't pulling it off. Little did he know that no-one had actually got a script, and they were all working from memory of the film. If he had known that he would have thought two things. One, they were all supremely annoyed at having to work under these conditions and they had watched Grease too many times, and two... wait that is two things.
Summer Nights – Part 2
The point is the director was right to be concerned. Though the exact extent to which his concern should have been placed was far, far beyond his wildest expectations. You might argue that, as the director of an action-packed hospital drama, he should really have foreseen the set of events that was about to unfold, but in all fairness, he could not be blamed for what was about to happen. It must also be noted that if indeed the director had had a notion that the ER cast members were about to take conventional musical theatre, bind it together with some Chicago-style magic, and produce what they did, he would never have aired it. All directors have their reputations you know.
One camera focussed on Abby, circling her face; alight with a radiant glow as a result of a golden-bronze sheen that had been plastered across her cheeks only minutes before. Another trailed Luka, who was leading the majority of the male cast in a large procession on the other side of the set. Both doctors pressed their right hand to their forehead in a dramatic fashion, as they sang, "summer fling don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights."
Luka frowned slightly, clearly unhappy with the message being put across, and Abby opened her mouth slowly in silent protest.
"Tell me more, tell me more," the rest of the ensemble sang.
Luka cleared his throat before saying, "um… excuse me?"
When this request failed to receive any response whatsoever, he repeated the question; noticeably raising his voice to accommodate for the loud music blasting out from the speakers stationed ever so slightly off-camera. Although it would appear at first that this change in volume was only noticeable to you and I, someone on set heard, and this triggered off a train of signals accumulating in a silence on set.
"I'm sorry to butt in, especially since you seem to be doing such a great job here," Luka smirked, gesturing towards the director, whose response was a simple shake of the fist. "But I can't but make a point of the fact that I don't feel that these lyrics are doing Abby and I any justice."
"Not everything is about you two, you know," spat Sam angrily, her stance against the lockers remaining uninterested as she continued to chew, as nonchalantly as ever, on her gum.
"But we're hot this season!" Abby said, smiling broadly.
"We're always hot baby… RED hot!" called Luka with a sexy growl.
Abby's face flushed a deep scarlet as she winked back at him. Luckily the make-up had been pasted so thickly upon her face, that only those very close to her could see this change in complexion. Unluckily for Abby, Neela was standing right next to her, and responded by digging her elbow into her friend's side, shaking her head.
"Don't you play the innocent with me Neela," Abby grinned before adding, "Don't think I don't know what you and Ray get up to on those extra long coffee breaks!"
Now it was Neela's turn to blush!
Following an exasperated sigh from the director, Pratt launched into his line with as much excitement as he could muster, (he'd only that morning returned from Darfur and was slightly jet-lagged, a condition not aided by the swirling colours of the girls' skirts,) "but you don't gotta brag!"
"Tell me more, tell me more," sang the female cast members.
"Cause he sounds like a drag." Muttered Sam, the venom in her voice becoming more apparent with every word she uttered.
Abby glared at her across the room, but sadly the full effect of this was lost as a result of the tinted lenses in Sam's thick-rimmed sunglasses.
"That's it!" Abby announced picking her was across the floor through the empty food wrappers and benches that had suddenly appeared on the scene. She stopped in front of Luka and, reaching up to drape her arms around his neck, she whispered into his ear, "Let's do this our way!"
Luka placed a quick kiss on her cheek and nodded, a huge smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, "Let's do it!" he said softly.
Off-screen, the director was being worked into a terrible frenzy, all his hard work was melting before his eyes and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He would have to rely on plain old fate to salvage the situation, but the question was; could fate be trusted? The simple answer being of course not!
Abby sang, "He got friendly, holding my hand," to which Luka took her hand in his, (I know it's not particularly original, but that line doesn't leave much room for alteration does it?) and perched on a nearby stool.
"No! No! NO!" screeched the director, "They're supposed to be in separate shots until the big finale!"
But as usual, his pleas were ignored.
"While she got friendly down in the sand," Luka sang, waggling his eyebrows mischievously, whilst wrapping his arms around Abby's waist and pulling her into his lap.
Abby grinned as she sang in a high-pitched tone, "He was sweet, just turned eighteen…"before leaning back so that her mouth was in-line with Luka's ear, and whispering, "You may be the ER Casanova, but I'm not sure that you could pass for eighteen."
"I'll prove you wrong later on!" He added with a wink.
Abby asked, licking her lips, "Is that a promise?"
"Yes, it most certainly is!"
"Shut up!" Wailed the director again, "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"
Abby said, "I'm sorry."
To which Luka supplied, "I'm not!"
"Shut up!" Abby smiled, playfully smacking him on the arm and sliding off his lap.
Luka jumped off his stool and was immediately surrounded by all the guys who were slipping the previously donned leather jackets from their shoulders, and sang, "Well she was good you know what I mean!"
Ray, Morris, Frank, Jerry and Pratt feigned extreme shock and bewilderment as directed by a prompt standing somewhere in their lines of vision, by way of a large sign. The jackets all fell to the floor as the accompanying cast sang together, "woo, woo, woo!"
"Tell me more, tell me more," came the girly female voices.
"How much dough did he spend?" Haleh sang, pouting at the camera. She had been given a large helping of shiny lip-gloss to wear, and chose to make the most of it.
"Tell me more, tell me more," echoed the guys.
The camera focussed solely on Morris for the first time in the whole scene; "Could she get me a friend?" He sang.
Luka rolled his eyes in exasperation and proceeded to flick Morris in the face with his stethoscope, (When, I hear you ask, were the ever pieces of medical equipment in Grease? You're right. There aren't any in the real Grease, but in the ER-version, stethoscopes are vital. Well no, the fact of the matter is that Luka didn't have time to take it off… remember, this whole musical thing was a surprise to everyone! Quick changes were never Luka's forte!) Ray silenced Morris by shoving a doughnut into his gaping mouth. It seemed to do the trick, much to everyone's delight!
Summer Nights -Part 3
Abby sighed, then sang quietly, looking dramatically off camera; "It turned colder, that's where it ends..."
"It's always cold in Chicago," Neela muttered. The director shot her a look, things seemed to be working out, and no-one was going to mess that up. When he turned back to Abby and Luka, Neela stuck her tongue out at him, making Ray smirk. She looked over at the drug lock-up, and he nodded. She quickly slipped off set, followed closely by Ray.
Of course no-one noticed them, everyone was much to fascinated by Luka and Abby's performance. When Luka had said red hot, he was right, there was practically steam coming off them. I say practically because fake snow doesn't actually give off steam... Anyway.
"So I told her we'd still be friends." As he sang he grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him, so their bodies were pinned against each other.
"Then we made our true love vow," Abby said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Wonder what she's doing now... Hey, that line doesn't really work, seeing as we're in the same shot and..."
"Shut it Kovac," the director said, "Just finish this god-damn scene!"
"Summer dreams," the couple quickly harmonised, "Ripped at the seams, but oh... those su-ummer... Niiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhttttttssssss."
"Tell me more, tell me more..." The rest of the cast -bar Neela and Ray- sang slowly, swaying slightly.
"And that's a rap!" The director shouted, collapsing into his chair. He had no idea what the ratings board was going to make of this.
