The Last Laugh: That Good Ol' Party
By Lindy
Rated PG
These aren't my characters... sadly... they're NBC's. How come they get all the hot ones?
"Carter?" No reply. "Dr. Carter?"
John Carter spun around. "Oh, Dr. Greene." He threw down his cigarette, stepping on it and twisting it. From a few yards away Mark Greene approached Carter. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"Are you off?" Greene asked, stepping beside Carter.
"Not yet." Carter watched the cigarette burn away a small circumference of snow on the surrounding ground.
Mark followed his gaze to the snow, and wondered what Carter was thinking. The past month, he had wondered what had been traveling through Carter's mind. Sometimes he thought he knew, but then again, Carter hid his feelings a lot. Not in the ER, or on a patient, but Mark didn't know too much about his personal life.
"It's a little cold to be out here without a jacket on, isn't it?" Dr. Greene scraped the snow with his foot, trying to spread the salt around.
"I'm used to it." Carter shrugged, smiled for a moment, and then resumed his look.
There was silence for a moment, before Dr. Greene decided to speak up. "I thought about what you said, Carter." He looked at Carter's eyes, but they never flinched or turned to face him. "I thought about everything."
"I see. What is it that you think, Dr. Greene?" There was no hostility in his voice, or a threatening tone that advised Mark Greene to back up his boundaries, and this time Carter did turn to face him.
After a breath, Mark spoke. "I think that you've been through something tragic, and maybe... well, maybe you should start socializing with other staff members-"
"I have been socializing." Carter interrupted confidently, like a teenager without a serious cause.
"I don't mean like employees, Carter," Mark implied outright, "I mean like you're friends. What about Chuny's birthday party? You didn't even read the invitation."
"A party..." Carter raised his eyebrows a couple of times, before lowering them and looking at Mark. "I was at one of those once." He slowly walked passed Mark towards the entrance to the ER. Carter walked a few paces before turning around and glaring. "I think it was a Valentine's Day party." Carter turned back around and vanished into the ER.
(end of part two)
By Lindy
Rated PG
These aren't my characters... sadly...
"Carter?" No reply. "Dr. Carter?"
John Carter spun around. "Oh, Dr. Greene." He threw down his cigarette, stepping on it and twisting it. From a few yards away Mark Greene approached Carter. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"Are you off?" Greene asked, stepping beside Carter.
"Not yet." Carter watched the cigarette burn away a small circumference of snow on the surrounding ground.
Mark followed his gaze to the snow, and wondered what Carter was thinking. The past month, he had wondered what had been traveling through Carter's mind. Sometimes he thought he knew, but then again, Carter hid his feelings a lot. Not in the ER, or on a patient, but Mark didn't know too much about his personal life.
"It's a little cold to be out here without a jacket on, isn't it?" Dr. Greene scraped the snow with his foot, trying to spread the salt around.
"I'm used to it." Carter shrugged, smiled for a moment, and then resumed his look.
There was silence for a moment, before Dr. Greene decided to speak up. "I thought about what you said, Carter." He looked at Carter's eyes, but they never flinched or turned to face him. "I thought about everything."
"I see. What is it that you think, Dr. Greene?" There was no hostility in his voice, or a threatening tone that advised Mark Greene to back up his boundaries, and this time Carter did turn to face him.
After a breath, Mark spoke. "I think that you've been through something tragic, and maybe... well, maybe you should start socializing with other staff members-"
"I have been socializing." Carter interrupted confidently, like a teenager without a serious cause.
"I don't mean like employees, Carter," Mark implied outright, "I mean like you're friends. What about Chuny's birthday party? You didn't even read the invitation."
"A party..." Carter raised his eyebrows a couple of times, before lowering them and looking at Mark. "I was at one of those once." He slowly walked passed Mark towards the entrance to the ER. Carter walked a few paces before turning around and glaring. "I think it was a Valentine's Day party." Carter turned back around and vanished into the ER.
(end of part two)