Authors Note: Not sure when I became a Dave/Abby fan. Not even sure that I am. Just had a sudden urge to write a story, that's rapidly becoming a series – in my head anyway. Whether any of it gets down on paper and whether I'll like it when it is, is another matter all together. Oh well, here's part one of my first ever Dave/Abby story. Luka and Carter are in there too, as are various others to degrees of importance.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, in case anyone was confused.
A million thanks to Lisa, who is the best editor one could wish for. she also did 'Tears of A Clown' which I forgot to credit her with. Sorry!
NOTE RE: INSOMNIAC: Here are the people in it (not read? Go read it now, see if you can join the fun guessing game. Go on!)
This seemed the easiest way of making sure you all got the information. 1 - Luka, 2 - Dave, 3 - Kerry, 4 - Abby, 5 - Luka again. you can all go read it again now, and go 'ahh of course!' But not now. Read this first. ; )
"Not Too Much To Ask." – Part One.
She saw Dave stood by the desk waiting for her, and smiled, despite her day. He looked so very adorable standing there talking to Dr. Weaver. She approached him from behind.
"Hey." She said tiredly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"You ready?" He asked her.
She nodded. "Very." He chuckled.
"Come on." He put a comforting arm around her waist, and she leant into him, the long day catching up with her. "Night, Chief."
"Night Dave, Abby."
"Night." She echoed.
Outside she took a deep breath. It was gone ten, so it was dark, and the air was cool.
"You want to get something to eat?" He asked as they headed to the El.
She shook her head. "I'm too tired. Perhaps we could get some take-out?"
"Okay." He smiled. "If you promise not to fall asleep before we get home."
She nodded. "Deal."
--
Abby snuggled deeper into the warm haze, resisting her body's urge to open her eyes. 'No.' She thought. 'I'm not getting up yet. It's probably not even morning, and I am comfortable.' Just then she felt whatever she was resting her head on move.
Groaning the opened one eye a fraction to see Dave slip out of bed. "Where do you think you're going with my pillow?" She muttered.
"Bathroom." He kissed her nose. "I'll be back." She opened both her eyes to take advantage of the view as he walked across the room, then rolled onto her stomach and stared at the ceiling of the apartment.
She didn't quite remember when Dave moved in with her, or when, in fact they had become a couple. She and Luka had broken up, and she'd been feeling down. She ran into him outside the hospital cafeteria, and, one comment about the quality of the food later and she ended up at Doc's with Dave, in hysterics. She smiled, remembering how she realised that most of his seemingly insensitive comments weren't supposed to be taken seriously. Once she'd got over that, she found herself smiling and laughing along with him while he drove the rest of the staff mad.
Some time later, they'd ended up collapsing in her apartment with a take-out and video after a particularly long day, several days in a row in fact, then she'd invited him to dinner, he'd invited her to the fair, they'd gone to see a movie they both wanted to see on the spur of the moment. And suddenly, he was crashing on her couch a lot, and the staff was gossiping about them a lot, and no one seemed to be taking her 'just friends' claim very seriously at all.
Rolling over as he entered, wearing that grin, as always. She thought about how comfortable she was with him. Their first kiss had been, a little awkward, but once he got over the shock of her sudden move, they had slipped into being just like all the cutesy, love-talking, sickening couples she usually vowed against ever becoming.
"Awake yet?" He asked her, holding out a cup of coffee. Against all expectations, Dave was one of those annoying, up-with-the-sun types, which meant her early morning issues where a source of endless fascination for him. Some people wake up fast, some people wake up slow. Abby Lockhart wakes up dead. And takes a long time about getting beyond dead too. Three cups of coffee and a cigarette usually get her moving, albeit a bit slowly.
"Kinda." She groaned, struggling to sit up. She tucked the sheet around her and carefully took the steaming cup from him. She glanced at the clock. 8:40. "How long have you been up?"
"A little while." He said, non-committedly. "I was watching you." He added quietly. She blushed, considered responding, but ended up taking a sip of her coffee, as he climbed back under the covers.
Dave brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "When are you on today?" She asked him.
"Not till one." Another four hours of blissful rest." He chuckled. "What about you?"
"Ten." She groaned, placing the coffee aside, and sitting up. "I've got to get up or I'll miss the El."
"Want company?" He asked.
"No, no." She swung her legs out and stood up, reaching for her robe. "No reason for you to get up at this ungodly hour."
He laughed at that. "I'll be thinking of you."
"You'd better be!" She threatened him good naturedly from the doorway.
--
"What are you doing here?" She glanced at the clock. "You're early. It's only 12:15."
"I missed you." Dave wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Really?"
"Nope." He turned and held up a chart. "It's these drug-seeking turkey's I missed. The day just isn't complete without them."
"You should never make assumptions about a patient, Dr. Malucci." Dr. Greene informed him.
"Sorry boss." He shared a quick smile with Abby. "You want to help me?" He asked her as he passed. "Not really." She told him. He pulled a face at her, while she just looked at him.
"Fine, fine. Want to get some lunch soon though?"
"I'll see if I can slot you into my busy social calendar."
"Oh, I see." He turned away fro her, "Chuni, would you care to accompany me to Exam One?" She shook her head in amusement as he turned on the charm on the unresponsive nurse.
--
"Hey Abby."
She spun around. "Carter!" She sighed heavily. "You scared me!" She smiled. "What can I do for you?"
He looked around. "Wanna, maybe, grab some lunch?"
"I dunno." She told him.
"Please? I need to talk to you."
She sighed, glancing at Exam One. Carter followed her gaze.
"Oh. If you can't, it doesn't really.."
"Sure thing Carter." She smiled brightly to make up for her hesitation. "Give me ten, okay?"
Carter nodded. Abby looked back to Exam One. He'd understand.
--
"You do understand, don't you?"
"Sure." Dave murmured, kissing her neck. They were back in their apartment, at some early hour of the morning. "You're his sponsor, he has a bad day, you talk."
She sighed in relief. "'m glad…"
He interrupted her by attaching her mouth. "Hmm." She wrapped her arms a little tighter around his back. They stumbled through to the living room, and she laughed as he fell backwards onto the sofa. She settled on his lap, facing him.
"Hello."
"Hi." He replied, smiling. They kissed again, and Dave slipped his hands under her shirt. She breathed in sharply, and he paused.
"You okay?" He asked, a worried frown on his face.
"Cold hands." She told him, and he laughed in relief.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. They'll warm up."
She struggled to pull his t-shirt off, and then ran her hands across his chest. He smiled into the kiss, and she pulled back, her hands stilling as she looked down on him.
"What?"
His eyes looked up at her seriously.
"I was just thinking."
"Thinking?"
"About how much I love. . . how much I love this." She looked at him, a slightly confused smile on her face, wondering.
"I love this too." She told him slowly.
He swallowed and wet his lips. "Abby…"
Just then the phone rang. He groaned, letting his head rest on her chest. After a moment he's muffled voice asked, "You gonna get that?"
"Nope." She lifted his head up and kissed him gently. "Machine can get it."
He just smiled and pulled her down towards him.
"This is Abby Lockhart. I'm either not here or can't get to the phone right now, so leave you're name, number and a detailed physical description and I'll get back to you. Maybe. Thanks!"
Abby smiled. "Remind me to change that."
"Uh-huh." Dave commented, distracted.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeep.
"Abby? Abby are you there?"
His voice in the background, Abby and Dave stopped. There was a moment's silence between them.
"Uh, it's Carter. I, um, I just need someone to talk to, I guess, but you're not there, or whatever…"
"He sounds upset." Dave told her, watching her reactions. She sighed.
"I should…"
"Yeah." They stood, she picked her top up of the arm of the sofa.
"I'll be. . ." He pointed towards the bedroom.
"Okay." They stood awkwardly for a moment, then Dave moved away into the dark bedroom and closed the door.
She ran a hand through her hair, and headed towards the phone, pulling on her shirt. She dialled Carter's number.
"Hi, it's Abby. Yeah, I did, I just missed it."
--
Three-quarters of an hour later, she climbed into bed. Dave was facing away from her, and appeared to be asleep. "Dave?" She whispered. "Dave."
He didn't move and she frowned as she curled p behind him. "Dave, I'm sorry."
When he didn't respond, she lay her head against his back. And for once, despite the late hour, she found it hard to go to sleep.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, in case anyone was confused.
A million thanks to Lisa, who is the best editor one could wish for. she also did 'Tears of A Clown' which I forgot to credit her with. Sorry!
NOTE RE: INSOMNIAC: Here are the people in it (not read? Go read it now, see if you can join the fun guessing game. Go on!)
This seemed the easiest way of making sure you all got the information. 1 - Luka, 2 - Dave, 3 - Kerry, 4 - Abby, 5 - Luka again. you can all go read it again now, and go 'ahh of course!' But not now. Read this first. ; )
"Not Too Much To Ask." – Part One.
She saw Dave stood by the desk waiting for her, and smiled, despite her day. He looked so very adorable standing there talking to Dr. Weaver. She approached him from behind.
"Hey." She said tiredly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"You ready?" He asked her.
She nodded. "Very." He chuckled.
"Come on." He put a comforting arm around her waist, and she leant into him, the long day catching up with her. "Night, Chief."
"Night Dave, Abby."
"Night." She echoed.
Outside she took a deep breath. It was gone ten, so it was dark, and the air was cool.
"You want to get something to eat?" He asked as they headed to the El.
She shook her head. "I'm too tired. Perhaps we could get some take-out?"
"Okay." He smiled. "If you promise not to fall asleep before we get home."
She nodded. "Deal."
--
Abby snuggled deeper into the warm haze, resisting her body's urge to open her eyes. 'No.' She thought. 'I'm not getting up yet. It's probably not even morning, and I am comfortable.' Just then she felt whatever she was resting her head on move.
Groaning the opened one eye a fraction to see Dave slip out of bed. "Where do you think you're going with my pillow?" She muttered.
"Bathroom." He kissed her nose. "I'll be back." She opened both her eyes to take advantage of the view as he walked across the room, then rolled onto her stomach and stared at the ceiling of the apartment.
She didn't quite remember when Dave moved in with her, or when, in fact they had become a couple. She and Luka had broken up, and she'd been feeling down. She ran into him outside the hospital cafeteria, and, one comment about the quality of the food later and she ended up at Doc's with Dave, in hysterics. She smiled, remembering how she realised that most of his seemingly insensitive comments weren't supposed to be taken seriously. Once she'd got over that, she found herself smiling and laughing along with him while he drove the rest of the staff mad.
Some time later, they'd ended up collapsing in her apartment with a take-out and video after a particularly long day, several days in a row in fact, then she'd invited him to dinner, he'd invited her to the fair, they'd gone to see a movie they both wanted to see on the spur of the moment. And suddenly, he was crashing on her couch a lot, and the staff was gossiping about them a lot, and no one seemed to be taking her 'just friends' claim very seriously at all.
Rolling over as he entered, wearing that grin, as always. She thought about how comfortable she was with him. Their first kiss had been, a little awkward, but once he got over the shock of her sudden move, they had slipped into being just like all the cutesy, love-talking, sickening couples she usually vowed against ever becoming.
"Awake yet?" He asked her, holding out a cup of coffee. Against all expectations, Dave was one of those annoying, up-with-the-sun types, which meant her early morning issues where a source of endless fascination for him. Some people wake up fast, some people wake up slow. Abby Lockhart wakes up dead. And takes a long time about getting beyond dead too. Three cups of coffee and a cigarette usually get her moving, albeit a bit slowly.
"Kinda." She groaned, struggling to sit up. She tucked the sheet around her and carefully took the steaming cup from him. She glanced at the clock. 8:40. "How long have you been up?"
"A little while." He said, non-committedly. "I was watching you." He added quietly. She blushed, considered responding, but ended up taking a sip of her coffee, as he climbed back under the covers.
Dave brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "When are you on today?" She asked him.
"Not till one." Another four hours of blissful rest." He chuckled. "What about you?"
"Ten." She groaned, placing the coffee aside, and sitting up. "I've got to get up or I'll miss the El."
"Want company?" He asked.
"No, no." She swung her legs out and stood up, reaching for her robe. "No reason for you to get up at this ungodly hour."
He laughed at that. "I'll be thinking of you."
"You'd better be!" She threatened him good naturedly from the doorway.
--
"What are you doing here?" She glanced at the clock. "You're early. It's only 12:15."
"I missed you." Dave wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Really?"
"Nope." He turned and held up a chart. "It's these drug-seeking turkey's I missed. The day just isn't complete without them."
"You should never make assumptions about a patient, Dr. Malucci." Dr. Greene informed him.
"Sorry boss." He shared a quick smile with Abby. "You want to help me?" He asked her as he passed. "Not really." She told him. He pulled a face at her, while she just looked at him.
"Fine, fine. Want to get some lunch soon though?"
"I'll see if I can slot you into my busy social calendar."
"Oh, I see." He turned away fro her, "Chuni, would you care to accompany me to Exam One?" She shook her head in amusement as he turned on the charm on the unresponsive nurse.
--
"Hey Abby."
She spun around. "Carter!" She sighed heavily. "You scared me!" She smiled. "What can I do for you?"
He looked around. "Wanna, maybe, grab some lunch?"
"I dunno." She told him.
"Please? I need to talk to you."
She sighed, glancing at Exam One. Carter followed her gaze.
"Oh. If you can't, it doesn't really.."
"Sure thing Carter." She smiled brightly to make up for her hesitation. "Give me ten, okay?"
Carter nodded. Abby looked back to Exam One. He'd understand.
--
"You do understand, don't you?"
"Sure." Dave murmured, kissing her neck. They were back in their apartment, at some early hour of the morning. "You're his sponsor, he has a bad day, you talk."
She sighed in relief. "'m glad…"
He interrupted her by attaching her mouth. "Hmm." She wrapped her arms a little tighter around his back. They stumbled through to the living room, and she laughed as he fell backwards onto the sofa. She settled on his lap, facing him.
"Hello."
"Hi." He replied, smiling. They kissed again, and Dave slipped his hands under her shirt. She breathed in sharply, and he paused.
"You okay?" He asked, a worried frown on his face.
"Cold hands." She told him, and he laughed in relief.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. They'll warm up."
She struggled to pull his t-shirt off, and then ran her hands across his chest. He smiled into the kiss, and she pulled back, her hands stilling as she looked down on him.
"What?"
His eyes looked up at her seriously.
"I was just thinking."
"Thinking?"
"About how much I love. . . how much I love this." She looked at him, a slightly confused smile on her face, wondering.
"I love this too." She told him slowly.
He swallowed and wet his lips. "Abby…"
Just then the phone rang. He groaned, letting his head rest on her chest. After a moment he's muffled voice asked, "You gonna get that?"
"Nope." She lifted his head up and kissed him gently. "Machine can get it."
He just smiled and pulled her down towards him.
"This is Abby Lockhart. I'm either not here or can't get to the phone right now, so leave you're name, number and a detailed physical description and I'll get back to you. Maybe. Thanks!"
Abby smiled. "Remind me to change that."
"Uh-huh." Dave commented, distracted.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeep.
"Abby? Abby are you there?"
His voice in the background, Abby and Dave stopped. There was a moment's silence between them.
"Uh, it's Carter. I, um, I just need someone to talk to, I guess, but you're not there, or whatever…"
"He sounds upset." Dave told her, watching her reactions. She sighed.
"I should…"
"Yeah." They stood, she picked her top up of the arm of the sofa.
"I'll be. . ." He pointed towards the bedroom.
"Okay." They stood awkwardly for a moment, then Dave moved away into the dark bedroom and closed the door.
She ran a hand through her hair, and headed towards the phone, pulling on her shirt. She dialled Carter's number.
"Hi, it's Abby. Yeah, I did, I just missed it."
--
Three-quarters of an hour later, she climbed into bed. Dave was facing away from her, and appeared to be asleep. "Dave?" She whispered. "Dave."
He didn't move and she frowned as she curled p behind him. "Dave, I'm sorry."
When he didn't respond, she lay her head against his back. And for once, despite the late hour, she found it hard to go to sleep.
