Lost
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Summary: Dave and Carter go camping on Abby's orders. But they don't listen to her advice. Big mistake.
A/N: Dave fic ahead. Change of pace for me; it's my first one, so just read it.
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Chapter One: Ignore It
"That's it! I need a vacation from all of this!"
"Why, Dave?" Abby asked. Dave looked at her as if she just asked if the grass was green. She smiled, sheepishly.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot..." she said, looking at his blood shot eyes. Kerry Weaver had been working him night and day and he was simply sick of it. Carol passed and looked at Dave.
"Dave I need you to..." but she backed away and began to whistle innocently at an angry glare from Dave.
"You forgot? How could you forget? For the past few days, I've been the first one here and the last to leave! Even when my shift is over she can always find something else that only I can do!"
"That's because we need you! You have good skills, and you're smart, too..." Abby comforted and tried to keep a straight face, but Dave, no matter how tired he was, could here that she didn't wholly believe.
"One day, Abby Lockhart... But I'm not in the mood for your little antics right now."
"You think that was an antic? You should see me on April Fools!" she began to laugh but she turned it into a cough when she realized he wasn't even smiling, "Um... Look, maybe you're right, you could use a vacation. I've never seen you this stressed. But could you do me a favor?"
"What? If it has anything to do with this hospital and any more work, I swear, I'll-"
"No, it's Carter."
"What about him?" Dave asked. Abby and Dave turned their heads, together, watching the brown-haired man running around the place. He was suddenly whisked away with a trauma patient they just brought in on a gurney.
"Oh no! He's your problem!" Dave said, finally understanding.
"Oh please, Dave! Something's wrong and he thinks if he keeps busy, he won't have to tell us about it. I'll lend you my vacation spot in Minnesota..." she bribed.
"Minnesota? What's in Minnesota?" Abby looked offended.
"It's in the woods! We have a cabin there, but we never use it. We usually go camping outside instead. It may be a bit dusty, but you could use it... Think, fresh, forest air..."
"There's forest in Minnesota?"
"You'd make a great geographer, wouldn't you? But my only request is that you take Carter. He needs some time off, too."
"But what about Weaver?"
"I'll talk to her. I don't think she realized how tired you were getting."
"Gee... Thanks, Abby..."
"No problem!"
"Well... She's alive!" Elizabeth Corday said, coming out with John Carter, taking off her gloves.
"Yeah..."
"Carter... She's in a coma. That's not... Necessarily, it's not a bad thing..."
"Yeah...."
"Want to get something to eat?"
"Yeah..." Carter was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Corday looked at him, curiously.
"Was the real Dr. John Carter abducted by aliens last night and replaced with the clone that is standing in front of me?" she tried.
"Yeah..."
"I thought so. Come on, let's get you some coffee, Carter, if that *is* your real name..."
"Hey Carter! You want a vacation?" Abby said, happily, running up to them.
"Yeah... What? No!"
"Right the first time, Carter," Lizzy said.
"I don't need a vacation!"
"Oh yes you do!" Lizzy said, but Abby ignored her.
"Please, Carter, I know something is bothering you. I booked you and Dave some-"
"Carter and Dave? Now that will be a laugh!" but Carter ignored her too.
"No, Abby, I don't want to go!"
"Yes you do!"
"Yes you do!" Abby said, again, pretending Corday wasn't there.
"Where?"
"Some where far, far away from here," ignoring her again, Abby answered Carter.
"Minnesota."
"Minnesota? What's in Minnesota?" Lizzy and Carter said together.
"A forest! Please, you'll love it! And I'm only letting Dave go if you go and make sure he doesn't do anything crazy."
"Oh he'll do something crazy whether Carter's there or not!"
"Have you been drinking?" Abby said, finally getting annoyed and turning to Lizzy. Corday was too happy to be sober, but she looked at Abby, seriously.
"I just came out of trauma, Abby! You think I'm drunk when I treat my patients?" she asked. Abby tilted her head, as if trying to see Lizzy upside-down or something.
"You're just so... annoyingly happy and... hyper, I guess is the word. Wait a minute... Did you work the night shift last night?"
"No!" Corday sounded very defensive, "Well, I mean yes, I did! Is there something wrong with that?"
"Did you get any sleep in-between your shifts?"
"No. There was always more to do. Is that a problem?"
"Did you drink coffee?"
"No!" she paused... "Yes," She said, dully and sadly, as if a child was admitting she'd stolen a cookie from the jar before dinner. Abby gave her the look a mother would give that child.
"That's why your so energized! You're going to have a migraine later from lack of sleep and you know it."
"Later?" Lizzy said, putting a hand to her head, "But I'm still not drunk! I know what I'm doing and saying!"
"I know you know what you are doing but you have too much energy in you!"
"How did you know I've been drinking coffee?"
"Because I did the exact same thing three days ago and the head ache's still not gone. You're shift's over, right?" Abby asked.
"Yes. You know that I'm not usually like this..."
"I know. But you've done it before?"
"Once, and I knew this was going to happen."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"Did you see me yesterday?" Lizzy asked, "I almost wanted this to happen!" Abby laughed. She remembered how stressed Lizzy was. No one would give her a break, either, and so maybe she had to drink all that coffee to stay awake.
"Then go home and get some sleep."
"I thought I was the Doctor..."
"You are, but I am too!"
"All right. But I promised Carter some coffee. Could you take him?"
"Sure. Carter? Damn it! He left!" Abby screamed, and went in search of the missing doctor.
"Hey, Carter, heard of our vacation plans?" Dave asked, hopefully, walking at a swift pace to keep up with him.
"Yeah, but I'm not going."
"Good, then I can have the place to myself! Perfect, thanks, Carter!"
"Actually, Abby said she's only letting you go if I go to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
"WHAT?! What am I, a careless teenager?" Dave asked, shocked that Abby could even think of this.
"Sometimes I wonder, Dave..."
"Thanks, that's a real esteem booster. Carter, if you don't come, I'll kill you! I need time away from this place! And you do too!" Carter stopped in front of a door and turned to Dave.
"Listen. I have patients."
"Your point?" Dave asked.
"Don't you have something else to do?"
"Oh no, you mean Weaver's coming?" there was a note of fear in his voice. Carter rolled his eyes.
"So, anyway, I kind of need you there, understand? You are my ticket out of here! And as I said, you don't look too good..."
"I am pleased to see you are concerned for someone else's welfare, for once, Malucci," Carter sounded slightly sarcastic. He walked into the room, followed closely by Dave.
"Hey, I have feelings too, you know! I care!"
"About who?" Dave thought for a minute.
"Well, there's my mom, my dad, my-"
"Enough, Dave. You've been working all day, but can't you find something to do now?"
"Huh? My shift's over and I do not want to run into Kerry!"
"Then do something else!" Carter urged. Dave looked between Carter, and the woman he was gesturing to in the bed that he hadn't noticed before.
"Oh, sorry, but no. Hey, how about I help you?" Carter sighed and agreed.
"Abby, I did it, I convinced Carter to go."
"That's great Dave... How? And when?" Abby asked.
"Uh, I might have sorta, annoyed him to death earlier..." his voice got quieter and quieter on every syllable, but returned to normal volume when he said, "So, we're going to head out tomorrow. We're taking a plane to the air port, a taxi to the woods, and we can find your place on foot."
"Uh..." Abby was about to object, but Dave continued.
"You know, you should really come, too."
"Dave, I don't think you should-" but she was cut off again when Carter came up to them.
"Ok, you know what Dave, why don't we leave right now?"
"Carter-" Abby tried.
"Now? You sure are more willing to go than you were earlier. What's gotten into you?" Dave asked.
"You shouldn't-" Abby tried again.
"I figured you're right. I need to get away from this place. Maybe the woods would be... refreshing. Peaceful." Carter replied.
"Go to-"
"Yeah, but the plane doesn't leave 'til tomorrow morning. But tonight we can watch the Blaire Witch Project to get you in the mood." Dave said.
"The cabin-"
"I'll pass, thanks..." Carter said, putting his arm around Dave's shoulder and steering him away.
"You know, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"On-"
"You mean we aren't friends?" Carter asked, jokingly.
"Uh..." but they closed the door before Abby could here his reply. She finished her sentence, dully.
"On foot," she sighed, to herself, "You shouldn't go to the cabin on foot! They are gonna get lost. Well, they should have listened."
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Summary: Dave and Carter go camping on Abby's orders. But they don't listen to her advice. Big mistake.
A/N: Dave fic ahead. Change of pace for me; it's my first one, so just read it.
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Chapter One: Ignore It
"That's it! I need a vacation from all of this!"
"Why, Dave?" Abby asked. Dave looked at her as if she just asked if the grass was green. She smiled, sheepishly.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot..." she said, looking at his blood shot eyes. Kerry Weaver had been working him night and day and he was simply sick of it. Carol passed and looked at Dave.
"Dave I need you to..." but she backed away and began to whistle innocently at an angry glare from Dave.
"You forgot? How could you forget? For the past few days, I've been the first one here and the last to leave! Even when my shift is over she can always find something else that only I can do!"
"That's because we need you! You have good skills, and you're smart, too..." Abby comforted and tried to keep a straight face, but Dave, no matter how tired he was, could here that she didn't wholly believe.
"One day, Abby Lockhart... But I'm not in the mood for your little antics right now."
"You think that was an antic? You should see me on April Fools!" she began to laugh but she turned it into a cough when she realized he wasn't even smiling, "Um... Look, maybe you're right, you could use a vacation. I've never seen you this stressed. But could you do me a favor?"
"What? If it has anything to do with this hospital and any more work, I swear, I'll-"
"No, it's Carter."
"What about him?" Dave asked. Abby and Dave turned their heads, together, watching the brown-haired man running around the place. He was suddenly whisked away with a trauma patient they just brought in on a gurney.
"Oh no! He's your problem!" Dave said, finally understanding.
"Oh please, Dave! Something's wrong and he thinks if he keeps busy, he won't have to tell us about it. I'll lend you my vacation spot in Minnesota..." she bribed.
"Minnesota? What's in Minnesota?" Abby looked offended.
"It's in the woods! We have a cabin there, but we never use it. We usually go camping outside instead. It may be a bit dusty, but you could use it... Think, fresh, forest air..."
"There's forest in Minnesota?"
"You'd make a great geographer, wouldn't you? But my only request is that you take Carter. He needs some time off, too."
"But what about Weaver?"
"I'll talk to her. I don't think she realized how tired you were getting."
"Gee... Thanks, Abby..."
"No problem!"
"Well... She's alive!" Elizabeth Corday said, coming out with John Carter, taking off her gloves.
"Yeah..."
"Carter... She's in a coma. That's not... Necessarily, it's not a bad thing..."
"Yeah...."
"Want to get something to eat?"
"Yeah..." Carter was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Corday looked at him, curiously.
"Was the real Dr. John Carter abducted by aliens last night and replaced with the clone that is standing in front of me?" she tried.
"Yeah..."
"I thought so. Come on, let's get you some coffee, Carter, if that *is* your real name..."
"Hey Carter! You want a vacation?" Abby said, happily, running up to them.
"Yeah... What? No!"
"Right the first time, Carter," Lizzy said.
"I don't need a vacation!"
"Oh yes you do!" Lizzy said, but Abby ignored her.
"Please, Carter, I know something is bothering you. I booked you and Dave some-"
"Carter and Dave? Now that will be a laugh!" but Carter ignored her too.
"No, Abby, I don't want to go!"
"Yes you do!"
"Yes you do!" Abby said, again, pretending Corday wasn't there.
"Where?"
"Some where far, far away from here," ignoring her again, Abby answered Carter.
"Minnesota."
"Minnesota? What's in Minnesota?" Lizzy and Carter said together.
"A forest! Please, you'll love it! And I'm only letting Dave go if you go and make sure he doesn't do anything crazy."
"Oh he'll do something crazy whether Carter's there or not!"
"Have you been drinking?" Abby said, finally getting annoyed and turning to Lizzy. Corday was too happy to be sober, but she looked at Abby, seriously.
"I just came out of trauma, Abby! You think I'm drunk when I treat my patients?" she asked. Abby tilted her head, as if trying to see Lizzy upside-down or something.
"You're just so... annoyingly happy and... hyper, I guess is the word. Wait a minute... Did you work the night shift last night?"
"No!" Corday sounded very defensive, "Well, I mean yes, I did! Is there something wrong with that?"
"Did you get any sleep in-between your shifts?"
"No. There was always more to do. Is that a problem?"
"Did you drink coffee?"
"No!" she paused... "Yes," She said, dully and sadly, as if a child was admitting she'd stolen a cookie from the jar before dinner. Abby gave her the look a mother would give that child.
"That's why your so energized! You're going to have a migraine later from lack of sleep and you know it."
"Later?" Lizzy said, putting a hand to her head, "But I'm still not drunk! I know what I'm doing and saying!"
"I know you know what you are doing but you have too much energy in you!"
"How did you know I've been drinking coffee?"
"Because I did the exact same thing three days ago and the head ache's still not gone. You're shift's over, right?" Abby asked.
"Yes. You know that I'm not usually like this..."
"I know. But you've done it before?"
"Once, and I knew this was going to happen."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"Did you see me yesterday?" Lizzy asked, "I almost wanted this to happen!" Abby laughed. She remembered how stressed Lizzy was. No one would give her a break, either, and so maybe she had to drink all that coffee to stay awake.
"Then go home and get some sleep."
"I thought I was the Doctor..."
"You are, but I am too!"
"All right. But I promised Carter some coffee. Could you take him?"
"Sure. Carter? Damn it! He left!" Abby screamed, and went in search of the missing doctor.
"Hey, Carter, heard of our vacation plans?" Dave asked, hopefully, walking at a swift pace to keep up with him.
"Yeah, but I'm not going."
"Good, then I can have the place to myself! Perfect, thanks, Carter!"
"Actually, Abby said she's only letting you go if I go to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
"WHAT?! What am I, a careless teenager?" Dave asked, shocked that Abby could even think of this.
"Sometimes I wonder, Dave..."
"Thanks, that's a real esteem booster. Carter, if you don't come, I'll kill you! I need time away from this place! And you do too!" Carter stopped in front of a door and turned to Dave.
"Listen. I have patients."
"Your point?" Dave asked.
"Don't you have something else to do?"
"Oh no, you mean Weaver's coming?" there was a note of fear in his voice. Carter rolled his eyes.
"So, anyway, I kind of need you there, understand? You are my ticket out of here! And as I said, you don't look too good..."
"I am pleased to see you are concerned for someone else's welfare, for once, Malucci," Carter sounded slightly sarcastic. He walked into the room, followed closely by Dave.
"Hey, I have feelings too, you know! I care!"
"About who?" Dave thought for a minute.
"Well, there's my mom, my dad, my-"
"Enough, Dave. You've been working all day, but can't you find something to do now?"
"Huh? My shift's over and I do not want to run into Kerry!"
"Then do something else!" Carter urged. Dave looked between Carter, and the woman he was gesturing to in the bed that he hadn't noticed before.
"Oh, sorry, but no. Hey, how about I help you?" Carter sighed and agreed.
"Abby, I did it, I convinced Carter to go."
"That's great Dave... How? And when?" Abby asked.
"Uh, I might have sorta, annoyed him to death earlier..." his voice got quieter and quieter on every syllable, but returned to normal volume when he said, "So, we're going to head out tomorrow. We're taking a plane to the air port, a taxi to the woods, and we can find your place on foot."
"Uh..." Abby was about to object, but Dave continued.
"You know, you should really come, too."
"Dave, I don't think you should-" but she was cut off again when Carter came up to them.
"Ok, you know what Dave, why don't we leave right now?"
"Carter-" Abby tried.
"Now? You sure are more willing to go than you were earlier. What's gotten into you?" Dave asked.
"You shouldn't-" Abby tried again.
"I figured you're right. I need to get away from this place. Maybe the woods would be... refreshing. Peaceful." Carter replied.
"Go to-"
"Yeah, but the plane doesn't leave 'til tomorrow morning. But tonight we can watch the Blaire Witch Project to get you in the mood." Dave said.
"The cabin-"
"I'll pass, thanks..." Carter said, putting his arm around Dave's shoulder and steering him away.
"You know, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"On-"
"You mean we aren't friends?" Carter asked, jokingly.
"Uh..." but they closed the door before Abby could here his reply. She finished her sentence, dully.
"On foot," she sighed, to herself, "You shouldn't go to the cabin on foot! They are gonna get lost. Well, they should have listened."