Enter A Stranger
Part 9: Returning
(A month later)
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purly fictional. If you do not like this story please be a responsible reader and review it, otherwise I will not know what you have to say. WARNING: There are some somewhat major spoilers for Season Seven episodes.
Note: This is my first fanfic so bear with me, I am still trying to figure everything out. Thanks to Jeannine, Clare, Nurse and Pami who have put up with me and this story for about three months now.
Summary: Mykalla moves in with Mark and Elizabeth and is faced with difficult situtations that only she can get through with the help of her sister, Mark, and the rest of the ER Staff.
"Call me when you get there, ok." said Elizabeth.
"I will, I promise. I gotta go now," replied Mykalla. She gaver her sister and Mark a hug and turned down the boarding ramp to her plane.
After she was out of sight Mark put his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder to lead her away. "Let's go home. She'll be back on Monday."
"I know, but she's only been here a month andd she is already going home. It's wierd I'm just used to having her around."
"She'll only be gone for five days. It gives us that much time to ourselves."
"But we're both working."
"Not anymore. I got us both cleared till Tuesday. So don't worry about anything even remotely related to County."
"Thank you Mark... Shall we go home?"
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"So, what are you doing there?" asked Elizabeth, she was on the phone with Mykalla.
"St. John's (Mykalla's school in Jersey) has school the next two days, so I'm probably going to go to class. My parents have stuff planned the rest of the time, and I have to spend some time with my grandparents."
"Sounds like you're going to be busy all weekend."
"Just a bit. You aren't working too much, are you?"
"I'm not working at all. Mark cleared bouth our schedules. He even went as far as to take the batteries out of our pagers."
"Smart man. I gotta go, mom's calling me. Talk to you before I leave."
"All right, bye."
Mykalla hung up the phone and headed towards the living room where her mom was sitting. "You off the phone now?"
"Yes, mom. I was thinking. Since you and dad have to work tomorrow and Friday can I got to school?"
"Sure, but when are you going to see your grandparents."
"You're both working on Monday and I don't have to fly back till six. I'll spend the day with them."
"Fine go. Call Chris and get the bus at her house."
"Allright."
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"So how are you going to pull this one off?" asked Chris on the bus Thursday morning.
"Easy. I'm going to follow my schedule and see how many people notice that I am there. I got the uniform so I won't stand out too much," replied Mykalla.
"Good luck, you might need it."
They got off the bus at the school and headed to the locker room. "Chris, I'm gonna disappear till first period. See you in Spanish."
"Aiight, see you later."
Mykalla left the crowded locker room and headed towards the science wing. No one would be there this early except for a few teachers. She entereed the bio lab and sat down on one of the desks. "Hey Ms. Will."
Her back was turned to Mykalla but she was able to respond. "Ms. Quince, get off that desk and use a chair." She turned around when she realized what she had just said. "Mike, what are you doing here? Aren't you in Chicago?"
"Yeah, I'm living with my sister, but I had a long weekend and came home for a few days."
"It's great to have you back. It hasn't been the same without you."
Mykalla laughed. "That's because you don't see me at least four times a day."
"True. So what are you doing today?"
"Following my schedule, and waiting to see who notices."
"That should be interesting... you should get going if you want to get to first period on time."
"All right. I'll see you later."
Mykalla left the bio room and fought her way through the crowded hallway and snuck into her English classroom. She sat down in the back next to her friend John. He looked upwhen she sat down. "Mike?!?!? Hey. Mr. Johansen is gonna flip when he see you."
"Yeah well keep it down ok. I wanna see his reaction when he realizes I'm here."
"Fine M. But after the stunt you pulled before you left I don't think he'll forget your face. He'll notice you right away."
"You have to admit, it was a high quality stunt. One of my best ever."
"*The* best ever. I can't believe you got the timing perfect."
"Yep. The dismissal bell started the clock. Five minutes after I was gone... my name written on the windshield of his prozed Camaro."
"It took him six hors to wash it off, what did you use?"
"Soap, mixed with food coloring. Ms. Will hooked me up with a chemical that made it semi-permanent. Shh... here he comes."
A tall gentleman in his fifties entered the room carrying a briefcase. (He had and "I am the teacher, understand!" attitude about him.) "All right. Everyone stop your idle chatter and face front. I want all of you to pass your homework up. There's a lot that needs to be doen so no interruptions.
The class did as they were told, and got out their notebooks as well. "So, we left off with the premise behind Catcher in the Rye. Seeing as you all read it... can anyone tell me what Salinger mean by calling the main character this? In the back."
"Holden was struggling with not only his parents but with his mental sanity. His idea of becoming this Catcher in the Rye was a way to escape from his troubles and be in control of things," answered Mykalla.
"Interesting analysis, Ms. Quince. I am glad you have finally decided to come to class. Now, tel me what is a Catcher in the Rye."
"Holden described it as the final baracade. He stood at teh edge of a cliff where children wehre playing in a field of rye. His job was to catch the kids if they went to close to the edge.:
"Correct, but not the answer I was looking for. Would anyone else like to explain it to me?"
Class continued as it normally would. Mr. Johansen didn't seem to notice anything strange about Mykalla's presence. After his lesson on Salinger, they spent the last five minutes of class talking about the prank she pulled with his Camaro.
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Mykalla and Chris walked back to Mike's house from teh bus stop. "So, how was your day? Did people notice you?"
"Some did," replied Mykalla. "Johansen spent the last five minutes talking about my job on his Camaro."
"WOW. He was pissed when he saw it."
"He seemed to find it humorous. Mrs. Warren didn't notice untill after class when I came up to her. Everyone else picked up rather quickly."
"I figured they would." They arrived at Mykalla's house. Mykalla played the answering machine. The first two messages were telemarketers, and then a reminder from her mom to take dinner out of the fridge. The last message was from Mark.
"Mykalla, me and Elizabeth are going away for the weekend. Well... she doesn't know wuite yet so if you talk to her don't say anything. We'll leave tomorrow morning, after that if you want to reach us call our cell phones. Thanks. See you when you get back."
"He sound cute. Is he?" asked Chris.
Mykalla almost fell out of her chair when she heard this. "MARK?!?!!?" she sputted. "Mark's engaged... to my sister even."
"So? If he's cute he' cute, whether he's engaged or not. Come on, what's he like? I know Elizabeth ahs good taste and everything, but you'd be more honest."
Mykalla knew she wasn't going to win this arguement. "He's probably one of the last decent guys left. I guess he;s cute, in the brother sort of way... I really couldn't tell you."
"Fine, I guess I'll have to just see for myself."
"yeah, what what?"
"I have spring break next week and I was planning on going to Chicago to visit. That was before I knew you were coming here."
"Really? That's soo cool. Did you make any plans yet? Like hotel or airfare?"
"Not yet M. Mom was going to talk to Elizabeth."
"She didn't make any plans yet, great. I'll call Elizabeth before she leaves and see if you can stay with us." Mykalla picked up the phone and dialed her sister's number. After a ten minute conversation she put the phone down and started flipping through the yellow pages. She found the number she was looking for and dialed it. Another conversation started, this one resulting in Mykalla using her credit card to order something. She finished, and hung up the phone. "Six pm Monday night, Newark to O'Hare. you're staying with us, no questions about it. We'll deal with your home flight later."
To Be Continued
Part 9: Returning
(A month later)
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purly fictional. If you do not like this story please be a responsible reader and review it, otherwise I will not know what you have to say. WARNING: There are some somewhat major spoilers for Season Seven episodes.
Note: This is my first fanfic so bear with me, I am still trying to figure everything out. Thanks to Jeannine, Clare, Nurse and Pami who have put up with me and this story for about three months now.
Summary: Mykalla moves in with Mark and Elizabeth and is faced with difficult situtations that only she can get through with the help of her sister, Mark, and the rest of the ER Staff.
"Call me when you get there, ok." said Elizabeth.
"I will, I promise. I gotta go now," replied Mykalla. She gaver her sister and Mark a hug and turned down the boarding ramp to her plane.
After she was out of sight Mark put his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder to lead her away. "Let's go home. She'll be back on Monday."
"I know, but she's only been here a month andd she is already going home. It's wierd I'm just used to having her around."
"She'll only be gone for five days. It gives us that much time to ourselves."
"But we're both working."
"Not anymore. I got us both cleared till Tuesday. So don't worry about anything even remotely related to County."
"Thank you Mark... Shall we go home?"
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"So, what are you doing there?" asked Elizabeth, she was on the phone with Mykalla.
"St. John's (Mykalla's school in Jersey) has school the next two days, so I'm probably going to go to class. My parents have stuff planned the rest of the time, and I have to spend some time with my grandparents."
"Sounds like you're going to be busy all weekend."
"Just a bit. You aren't working too much, are you?"
"I'm not working at all. Mark cleared bouth our schedules. He even went as far as to take the batteries out of our pagers."
"Smart man. I gotta go, mom's calling me. Talk to you before I leave."
"All right, bye."
Mykalla hung up the phone and headed towards the living room where her mom was sitting. "You off the phone now?"
"Yes, mom. I was thinking. Since you and dad have to work tomorrow and Friday can I got to school?"
"Sure, but when are you going to see your grandparents."
"You're both working on Monday and I don't have to fly back till six. I'll spend the day with them."
"Fine go. Call Chris and get the bus at her house."
"Allright."
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"So how are you going to pull this one off?" asked Chris on the bus Thursday morning.
"Easy. I'm going to follow my schedule and see how many people notice that I am there. I got the uniform so I won't stand out too much," replied Mykalla.
"Good luck, you might need it."
They got off the bus at the school and headed to the locker room. "Chris, I'm gonna disappear till first period. See you in Spanish."
"Aiight, see you later."
Mykalla left the crowded locker room and headed towards the science wing. No one would be there this early except for a few teachers. She entereed the bio lab and sat down on one of the desks. "Hey Ms. Will."
Her back was turned to Mykalla but she was able to respond. "Ms. Quince, get off that desk and use a chair." She turned around when she realized what she had just said. "Mike, what are you doing here? Aren't you in Chicago?"
"Yeah, I'm living with my sister, but I had a long weekend and came home for a few days."
"It's great to have you back. It hasn't been the same without you."
Mykalla laughed. "That's because you don't see me at least four times a day."
"True. So what are you doing today?"
"Following my schedule, and waiting to see who notices."
"That should be interesting... you should get going if you want to get to first period on time."
"All right. I'll see you later."
Mykalla left the bio room and fought her way through the crowded hallway and snuck into her English classroom. She sat down in the back next to her friend John. He looked upwhen she sat down. "Mike?!?!? Hey. Mr. Johansen is gonna flip when he see you."
"Yeah well keep it down ok. I wanna see his reaction when he realizes I'm here."
"Fine M. But after the stunt you pulled before you left I don't think he'll forget your face. He'll notice you right away."
"You have to admit, it was a high quality stunt. One of my best ever."
"*The* best ever. I can't believe you got the timing perfect."
"Yep. The dismissal bell started the clock. Five minutes after I was gone... my name written on the windshield of his prozed Camaro."
"It took him six hors to wash it off, what did you use?"
"Soap, mixed with food coloring. Ms. Will hooked me up with a chemical that made it semi-permanent. Shh... here he comes."
A tall gentleman in his fifties entered the room carrying a briefcase. (He had and "I am the teacher, understand!" attitude about him.) "All right. Everyone stop your idle chatter and face front. I want all of you to pass your homework up. There's a lot that needs to be doen so no interruptions.
The class did as they were told, and got out their notebooks as well. "So, we left off with the premise behind Catcher in the Rye. Seeing as you all read it... can anyone tell me what Salinger mean by calling the main character this? In the back."
"Holden was struggling with not only his parents but with his mental sanity. His idea of becoming this Catcher in the Rye was a way to escape from his troubles and be in control of things," answered Mykalla.
"Interesting analysis, Ms. Quince. I am glad you have finally decided to come to class. Now, tel me what is a Catcher in the Rye."
"Holden described it as the final baracade. He stood at teh edge of a cliff where children wehre playing in a field of rye. His job was to catch the kids if they went to close to the edge.:
"Correct, but not the answer I was looking for. Would anyone else like to explain it to me?"
Class continued as it normally would. Mr. Johansen didn't seem to notice anything strange about Mykalla's presence. After his lesson on Salinger, they spent the last five minutes of class talking about the prank she pulled with his Camaro.
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Mykalla and Chris walked back to Mike's house from teh bus stop. "So, how was your day? Did people notice you?"
"Some did," replied Mykalla. "Johansen spent the last five minutes talking about my job on his Camaro."
"WOW. He was pissed when he saw it."
"He seemed to find it humorous. Mrs. Warren didn't notice untill after class when I came up to her. Everyone else picked up rather quickly."
"I figured they would." They arrived at Mykalla's house. Mykalla played the answering machine. The first two messages were telemarketers, and then a reminder from her mom to take dinner out of the fridge. The last message was from Mark.
"Mykalla, me and Elizabeth are going away for the weekend. Well... she doesn't know wuite yet so if you talk to her don't say anything. We'll leave tomorrow morning, after that if you want to reach us call our cell phones. Thanks. See you when you get back."
"He sound cute. Is he?" asked Chris.
Mykalla almost fell out of her chair when she heard this. "MARK?!?!!?" she sputted. "Mark's engaged... to my sister even."
"So? If he's cute he' cute, whether he's engaged or not. Come on, what's he like? I know Elizabeth ahs good taste and everything, but you'd be more honest."
Mykalla knew she wasn't going to win this arguement. "He's probably one of the last decent guys left. I guess he;s cute, in the brother sort of way... I really couldn't tell you."
"Fine, I guess I'll have to just see for myself."
"yeah, what what?"
"I have spring break next week and I was planning on going to Chicago to visit. That was before I knew you were coming here."
"Really? That's soo cool. Did you make any plans yet? Like hotel or airfare?"
"Not yet M. Mom was going to talk to Elizabeth."
"She didn't make any plans yet, great. I'll call Elizabeth before she leaves and see if you can stay with us." Mykalla picked up the phone and dialed her sister's number. After a ten minute conversation she put the phone down and started flipping through the yellow pages. She found the number she was looking for and dialed it. Another conversation started, this one resulting in Mykalla using her credit card to order something. She finished, and hung up the phone. "Six pm Monday night, Newark to O'Hare. you're staying with us, no questions about it. We'll deal with your home flight later."
To Be Continued