Enter A Stranger
Chapter 11: Get Me to the Church On Time
Disclaimer: The same as all the others.
Warning: There are major spoilers. If you haven't seen season seven up through "Where the Heart Is" and you don't want to know what is going on I suggest you don't read this.
Note: 1. I got rid of the summary in this part because if you have read this far you know what the story is about. 2. Sorry that the last one was so long, I had a thought and couldn't stop (I don't get many thoughts so I take them when I can). To make up for lost time I am going to skip straight to the wedding which I placed a week later. If anyhtign important happened I'll fill the details in within the context or dialogue.
Story:
"Elizabeth, you have to calm down," said Mykalla. Elizabeth was pacing back and forth across the kitchen.
"It is the morning of my wedding, you expect me to be calm?!" she replied. "I have to make sure everything is still going as planned tonight, shower, change, do my hair and all that stuff. And my mother will be here in less than two hours." She stopped pacing and leaned back against the counter. "I have only seven hours to get everythign done. I can't believe Mark went to work today."
Mykalla aprouched Elizabeth and put her arms around her, allowing Elizabeth to rest her head on her shoulder. "You have to calm down. Why don't you go upstairs and just lay down across your bed. Don't worry about anything for a few hours. I'llc all the flourist and the minister and whoever else you're worried about."
"Thank you... maybe I am getting a little over worried about everything. I think I will go lay down for a while," she replied going towards the stairs. "What about my mother?"
"Rob's going to the airport as we speak. Go on Lizbet, go get some rest." Elizabeth trudged up the steps. "When Rob gets back we're going to go pick up lunch," Mykalla called up the stairs after her. "What do you want?"
"Just a salad or soemthing like that. Wake me when mummy gets here."
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"Hey babe," said Rob giving Mykalla a Quick kiss when he returned from the airport. He put down the suitcases and held the door open for Isabelle.
"Thank you," she said. "Mykalla, how are you?"
"Good. It's been a long time Isabelle," she replied. "This si my boyfriend Rob. Rob, Isabelle Corday."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Corday," said Rob as they shook hands.
"You too, young man. Thank you for the ride. Now, where's my daughter?"
"She's upstairs. We are going to pick up lunch, would you like something?"
"Just a sandwhich, thank you, if you would. Where upstairs?"
"I'll show you." Mykalla led Isabelle up the stairs leaving Rob in the front hall. She returned a few minutes later. She wrapped her arms around his necka nd lowered her lips to his.
"What was that for?" asked Rob after the kiss ended.
"Mykalla just smiled. "For picking up Isabella and everything else that you have been doing the past few days."
"Oh ok," he replied kissing her again. "Let's go pick up lunch."
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"Mark, you're still here?" asked Kovac. "Isn't the wedding today?"
"Yeah, at four. Elizabeth wanted to follow the tradition of not seeing her on the day of the wedding, so I decided to come in and work a shift. It's only one, I'm not signing out till three so that I can get ready in time."
"Oh. I have labs to run, I'll se you later. Tell Elizabeth congratulations for me, sorry I couldn't go."
"I'll make sure I tell her." Luka went to the elevator as Mark turned back to the chart he was working on. He signed the bottom and put it in the discharge bin. "Randi, if anyone needs me I'll be in the lounge." Randi look up form her Vogue magazine at the mention of her name. She snapped her gum in reply and went back to her 'work'. Mark entered the lounge and decided that he should call Mykalla. He dialed her cell phone, just in case Elizabeth answered at home. Mykalla picked up right before the answering message came kicked on. "Hey Mike. You aren't near Elzabeth right now right?"
"No Mark, me and Rob went to go pick up lunch. What's up? You're not calling to back out, right?" she said jokingly.
"No," he replied laughing. "I just called to make sure everyone's still sane. You still are I hope."
"We are now. Elizabeth was driving herself crazy earlier, but seh's calmed down now."
"Really. Is Isabel in yet?"
"Yeah. So who knows how long she'll stay calm."
Mark chuckled slightly. "She'll be fine. You and Rob might have to hold her back but..."
"True... hey I gotta go. We're back home so...."
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
"Ok. 4 o'clock, remember."
"I will. Do you think I would miss today?"
"Not particularly. Bye Mark."
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"He'll be here Elizabeth, don't worry," said Isbaelle. It was a half hour after the wedding was supposed to start and Mark was nowhere to be found. "He wouldn't miss this."
The door to the bridal room opened and Elizabeth perked up as Mykalla and Rob walked in. "Well?" seh asked. "Is he here?"
Mykalla slowly shook her head. "Elizabeth," said Rob," he'll be here, trust me. Maybe he got stuck in traffic, some of the roads are a mess right now."
"Yeah," jumped in Mykalla. "He's probably on his way."
When Mykalla finished saying this there was a knock at the door, Rob turned to open it hoping that it was news that Mark had finally arrived. "Is this a private party or can anyone come in?" asked the man at the door.
Elizabeth recognized the voice right away. "Daddy! What are you doing here?"
"You don't think I would miss my own daughter's wedding do you?" asked Charles Corday, greeting his daughter with a hug.
"Of course not. It's just... nevermind. You're here that's all the matters. You know Mykalla, right daddy?" she said.
He turned to face Mykalla and Rob. "Ive spoken with her a couple times. It's nice to finally see you Mykalla. How are you?"
"It's nice to meet you Charled. I'm doing good," replied Mykalla. "Rob and I will go see if we cna locate Mark," seh said to Elizabeth. She and Rob closed the door behind them, allowing Elizabeth to spend some time with her parents.
She and Rob went outside and stood under the overhang so they wouldn't get wet. "Oh gog, where is he?" Mykalla thought alloud. She leaned her head agaisnt the wall in frustration.
Rob started to rub her shoulders to releave some of the tension. "Come here," he said gently turning her around and pulling her into his arms. "It's going to be fine. He jus thad to take a trama so ot stuck in traffic or somethign like that. He'll be here."
"It's not me I'm worried about convincing," she said into his shoulder.
"Who Elizabeth?" he asked not expecting answer.
"Well, yeah. With all they've been through..."
"Exactly Mike," he interrupted. "They've been through a lot together. He won't back out now.. Why don't you try to call him if it would make you feel better."
Mykalla pulled back from Rob only enough so that she could dig her phone out of her purse. She dialed Mark's cell phone number, which had no answer. "Let me try County." She dialed the number for the ER adn waited for soemone to pick up. After about six rings Chuni picked up.
"ER"
"Hey Chuni, it's Mykalla."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Um, I'm looking for Mark. Do you know where he is?"
"He's not here," she replied. "I think he and Dr. Benton left like five minutes ago to get to the chapel."
"Oh ok, thanks."
"No problem. Hey if you can't get him page him 911 and the number here. I'll have him call you."
"Ok. Here's my cell number... 579-6053."
"6.0.5.3. Got it. Good luck Mike."
"Thanks Chuni," Mykalla put her phone back in her purse, leaving it on in case Mark tried to get in touch with her. "Let's go for a ride, ok?"
Rob looked at her a little confussed. "You sure you don't want to stay around here?"
"Can we just go sit in the car or something?" she asked again.
"Fine," he replied putting his arm around her and leading her to his car. They sat in silence for about ten minutes until Rob couldn't take it anymore. He turned on the lights in the car just ion time to see Mykalla wipe the few tears form her eyes. "Mykalla what's bothering you? This is more than Mark not showing up yet, isn't it?" Mykalla sat not wanting to respond. "Mykalla, come on."
"Everything's just building up. It's just... one of those days I guess. Let's not talk about it ok."
"Mike... ok fine. IF that's what you want."
"No it's just... I'm more worried about grades when they get mailed out tomorrow."
"You'll do fine. They're only grades."
"But they're not *only* grades. They are what allow me stay here in Chicago or make me move back home. And when the grading period ended two weeks ago I still ahdn't had everything made up form when I transferred."
"Didn't some teachers say that they wouldn't hold it against you? I know Ms. Jordan's cool about that kind of stuff."
"Yeah she is, ans Señora Brushelli is the same way, but Mr. Barnes..."
"... is a pompous arogent jerk," finished Rob, causing Mykalla to laugh slightly. "Don't worry aobut him."
"It's not him that is bothering me. It's my mom's reaction to what grade he would give me. She's just looking fora reason to make me move back home." Mykalla phone started to ring, "Hold on Rob." She dug her phone out of her purse to answer it. "Hello? Oh hi ChunI, what's up..... ok..... I'll make sure they know..... about twenty minutes.... ok yeah I will..... allright, bye Chuni."
"I take it that was Chuni?" asked Rob jokingly.
"Yeah. Mark went back to the ER with an ambulence from an accident. He's changing and leaving now."
"So this should start soon then," asked Rob.
"In about a half hour. Let's go in and tell Elizabeth."
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"Elizabeth," said Mykalla as she opened the door to the bridal room. "Mark's here. He said to give him five minutes." Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. She took a few deep breaths and just look at Mykalla for a moment. "What Lizbet?"
"I've spent the last hour and a half worrying about where Mark was," replied Elizabeth. "And now that he's here, I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my entire life."
"What, you nervous? I'd be more nervous stepping into that operating room everyday. Some of the things you've done in there I would nbever be able to do, even if I wanted to."
"That's different," she replied. "I've been doing that for so long now that it's almsot natural. This is totally new."
"And it's not new too him?" asked Mykalla.
"Well, no. I mean, he was married to Jen, he's been through this before."
Mykalla was silent for a minute, trying to come up with the best response. "But he's never married *you*..."
Mykalla was interrupted by a knock at the door and Charles walked in. "Is my little girl ready?" he asked offering Elizabeth his arm. "Shall we?" Elizabeth nodded sheepishly.
Mykalla followed them out the door. She turned to go to the pews but stopped and faced Elizabeth. "That's the difference Lizbet." She turned to head to her seat.
"Mike," called Elizabeth stopping her. "Thank you."
"Get outta here. We've waited long enough for Mark." Mykalla got to her seat just in time for the start of the procession.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thank you to: Jeannine for helping me when I got stuck (Damn writer's block), Clare who contantly read my latest paragraphs through Algebra class, Nurse who has given me some ideas, and Pmami who helps to proofread and edit. Thanks to all you guys for putting up with this entire story.
Chapter 11: Get Me to the Church On Time
Disclaimer: The same as all the others.
Warning: There are major spoilers. If you haven't seen season seven up through "Where the Heart Is" and you don't want to know what is going on I suggest you don't read this.
Note: 1. I got rid of the summary in this part because if you have read this far you know what the story is about. 2. Sorry that the last one was so long, I had a thought and couldn't stop (I don't get many thoughts so I take them when I can). To make up for lost time I am going to skip straight to the wedding which I placed a week later. If anyhtign important happened I'll fill the details in within the context or dialogue.
Story:
"Elizabeth, you have to calm down," said Mykalla. Elizabeth was pacing back and forth across the kitchen.
"It is the morning of my wedding, you expect me to be calm?!" she replied. "I have to make sure everything is still going as planned tonight, shower, change, do my hair and all that stuff. And my mother will be here in less than two hours." She stopped pacing and leaned back against the counter. "I have only seven hours to get everythign done. I can't believe Mark went to work today."
Mykalla aprouched Elizabeth and put her arms around her, allowing Elizabeth to rest her head on her shoulder. "You have to calm down. Why don't you go upstairs and just lay down across your bed. Don't worry about anything for a few hours. I'llc all the flourist and the minister and whoever else you're worried about."
"Thank you... maybe I am getting a little over worried about everything. I think I will go lay down for a while," she replied going towards the stairs. "What about my mother?"
"Rob's going to the airport as we speak. Go on Lizbet, go get some rest." Elizabeth trudged up the steps. "When Rob gets back we're going to go pick up lunch," Mykalla called up the stairs after her. "What do you want?"
"Just a salad or soemthing like that. Wake me when mummy gets here."
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"Hey babe," said Rob giving Mykalla a Quick kiss when he returned from the airport. He put down the suitcases and held the door open for Isabelle.
"Thank you," she said. "Mykalla, how are you?"
"Good. It's been a long time Isabelle," she replied. "This si my boyfriend Rob. Rob, Isabelle Corday."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Corday," said Rob as they shook hands.
"You too, young man. Thank you for the ride. Now, where's my daughter?"
"She's upstairs. We are going to pick up lunch, would you like something?"
"Just a sandwhich, thank you, if you would. Where upstairs?"
"I'll show you." Mykalla led Isabelle up the stairs leaving Rob in the front hall. She returned a few minutes later. She wrapped her arms around his necka nd lowered her lips to his.
"What was that for?" asked Rob after the kiss ended.
"Mykalla just smiled. "For picking up Isabella and everything else that you have been doing the past few days."
"Oh ok," he replied kissing her again. "Let's go pick up lunch."
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"Mark, you're still here?" asked Kovac. "Isn't the wedding today?"
"Yeah, at four. Elizabeth wanted to follow the tradition of not seeing her on the day of the wedding, so I decided to come in and work a shift. It's only one, I'm not signing out till three so that I can get ready in time."
"Oh. I have labs to run, I'll se you later. Tell Elizabeth congratulations for me, sorry I couldn't go."
"I'll make sure I tell her." Luka went to the elevator as Mark turned back to the chart he was working on. He signed the bottom and put it in the discharge bin. "Randi, if anyone needs me I'll be in the lounge." Randi look up form her Vogue magazine at the mention of her name. She snapped her gum in reply and went back to her 'work'. Mark entered the lounge and decided that he should call Mykalla. He dialed her cell phone, just in case Elizabeth answered at home. Mykalla picked up right before the answering message came kicked on. "Hey Mike. You aren't near Elzabeth right now right?"
"No Mark, me and Rob went to go pick up lunch. What's up? You're not calling to back out, right?" she said jokingly.
"No," he replied laughing. "I just called to make sure everyone's still sane. You still are I hope."
"We are now. Elizabeth was driving herself crazy earlier, but seh's calmed down now."
"Really. Is Isabel in yet?"
"Yeah. So who knows how long she'll stay calm."
Mark chuckled slightly. "She'll be fine. You and Rob might have to hold her back but..."
"True... hey I gotta go. We're back home so...."
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
"Ok. 4 o'clock, remember."
"I will. Do you think I would miss today?"
"Not particularly. Bye Mark."
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"He'll be here Elizabeth, don't worry," said Isbaelle. It was a half hour after the wedding was supposed to start and Mark was nowhere to be found. "He wouldn't miss this."
The door to the bridal room opened and Elizabeth perked up as Mykalla and Rob walked in. "Well?" seh asked. "Is he here?"
Mykalla slowly shook her head. "Elizabeth," said Rob," he'll be here, trust me. Maybe he got stuck in traffic, some of the roads are a mess right now."
"Yeah," jumped in Mykalla. "He's probably on his way."
When Mykalla finished saying this there was a knock at the door, Rob turned to open it hoping that it was news that Mark had finally arrived. "Is this a private party or can anyone come in?" asked the man at the door.
Elizabeth recognized the voice right away. "Daddy! What are you doing here?"
"You don't think I would miss my own daughter's wedding do you?" asked Charles Corday, greeting his daughter with a hug.
"Of course not. It's just... nevermind. You're here that's all the matters. You know Mykalla, right daddy?" she said.
He turned to face Mykalla and Rob. "Ive spoken with her a couple times. It's nice to finally see you Mykalla. How are you?"
"It's nice to meet you Charled. I'm doing good," replied Mykalla. "Rob and I will go see if we cna locate Mark," seh said to Elizabeth. She and Rob closed the door behind them, allowing Elizabeth to spend some time with her parents.
She and Rob went outside and stood under the overhang so they wouldn't get wet. "Oh gog, where is he?" Mykalla thought alloud. She leaned her head agaisnt the wall in frustration.
Rob started to rub her shoulders to releave some of the tension. "Come here," he said gently turning her around and pulling her into his arms. "It's going to be fine. He jus thad to take a trama so ot stuck in traffic or somethign like that. He'll be here."
"It's not me I'm worried about convincing," she said into his shoulder.
"Who Elizabeth?" he asked not expecting answer.
"Well, yeah. With all they've been through..."
"Exactly Mike," he interrupted. "They've been through a lot together. He won't back out now.. Why don't you try to call him if it would make you feel better."
Mykalla pulled back from Rob only enough so that she could dig her phone out of her purse. She dialed Mark's cell phone number, which had no answer. "Let me try County." She dialed the number for the ER adn waited for soemone to pick up. After about six rings Chuni picked up.
"ER"
"Hey Chuni, it's Mykalla."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Um, I'm looking for Mark. Do you know where he is?"
"He's not here," she replied. "I think he and Dr. Benton left like five minutes ago to get to the chapel."
"Oh ok, thanks."
"No problem. Hey if you can't get him page him 911 and the number here. I'll have him call you."
"Ok. Here's my cell number... 579-6053."
"6.0.5.3. Got it. Good luck Mike."
"Thanks Chuni," Mykalla put her phone back in her purse, leaving it on in case Mark tried to get in touch with her. "Let's go for a ride, ok?"
Rob looked at her a little confussed. "You sure you don't want to stay around here?"
"Can we just go sit in the car or something?" she asked again.
"Fine," he replied putting his arm around her and leading her to his car. They sat in silence for about ten minutes until Rob couldn't take it anymore. He turned on the lights in the car just ion time to see Mykalla wipe the few tears form her eyes. "Mykalla what's bothering you? This is more than Mark not showing up yet, isn't it?" Mykalla sat not wanting to respond. "Mykalla, come on."
"Everything's just building up. It's just... one of those days I guess. Let's not talk about it ok."
"Mike... ok fine. IF that's what you want."
"No it's just... I'm more worried about grades when they get mailed out tomorrow."
"You'll do fine. They're only grades."
"But they're not *only* grades. They are what allow me stay here in Chicago or make me move back home. And when the grading period ended two weeks ago I still ahdn't had everything made up form when I transferred."
"Didn't some teachers say that they wouldn't hold it against you? I know Ms. Jordan's cool about that kind of stuff."
"Yeah she is, ans Señora Brushelli is the same way, but Mr. Barnes..."
"... is a pompous arogent jerk," finished Rob, causing Mykalla to laugh slightly. "Don't worry aobut him."
"It's not him that is bothering me. It's my mom's reaction to what grade he would give me. She's just looking fora reason to make me move back home." Mykalla phone started to ring, "Hold on Rob." She dug her phone out of her purse to answer it. "Hello? Oh hi ChunI, what's up..... ok..... I'll make sure they know..... about twenty minutes.... ok yeah I will..... allright, bye Chuni."
"I take it that was Chuni?" asked Rob jokingly.
"Yeah. Mark went back to the ER with an ambulence from an accident. He's changing and leaving now."
"So this should start soon then," asked Rob.
"In about a half hour. Let's go in and tell Elizabeth."
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"Elizabeth," said Mykalla as she opened the door to the bridal room. "Mark's here. He said to give him five minutes." Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. She took a few deep breaths and just look at Mykalla for a moment. "What Lizbet?"
"I've spent the last hour and a half worrying about where Mark was," replied Elizabeth. "And now that he's here, I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my entire life."
"What, you nervous? I'd be more nervous stepping into that operating room everyday. Some of the things you've done in there I would nbever be able to do, even if I wanted to."
"That's different," she replied. "I've been doing that for so long now that it's almsot natural. This is totally new."
"And it's not new too him?" asked Mykalla.
"Well, no. I mean, he was married to Jen, he's been through this before."
Mykalla was silent for a minute, trying to come up with the best response. "But he's never married *you*..."
Mykalla was interrupted by a knock at the door and Charles walked in. "Is my little girl ready?" he asked offering Elizabeth his arm. "Shall we?" Elizabeth nodded sheepishly.
Mykalla followed them out the door. She turned to go to the pews but stopped and faced Elizabeth. "That's the difference Lizbet." She turned to head to her seat.
"Mike," called Elizabeth stopping her. "Thank you."
"Get outta here. We've waited long enough for Mark." Mykalla got to her seat just in time for the start of the procession.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thank you to: Jeannine for helping me when I got stuck (Damn writer's block), Clare who contantly read my latest paragraphs through Algebra class, Nurse who has given me some ideas, and Pmami who helps to proofread and edit. Thanks to all you guys for putting up with this entire story.