Author's Note : This story is also thanks to my jetlag – it was written at 5:30 am. Same thanks to Koistin and Ross; you lot are the greatest. But I think you knew that anyway!
Disclaimer : Same as before – I only own Jessica; the rest belong to WB/TPTB, so leave me alone – you can't sue me for my pocket money!
The Look Of Love
Jessica Melbourne hung up the phone in her sister's apartment in Chicago and sighed, stretching out on the couch. *It's not exactly luxury,* she thought, removing her coloured contact lenses, restoring them to their natural bright blue, * but it sure is more than I can afford in Melbourne on my salary. I wonder if Lucy gets paid more than I do, or if she got adopted by the generous mum....*
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Lucy crawled out of bed and looked around her identical twin sister's apartment. *Hmmm, smaller than mine,* she mused, *but perfectly adequate* She stepped onto her feet and padded over to the laptop sitting on the desk in the corner. She looked at it, contemplating the thought of sitting at the desk and reading her emails. Pondering a moment longer, she grabbed it from the desk and headed back to bed to log on to the Internet.
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Jessica yawned as she plopped down onto the couch in the lounge and opened the yoghurt sitting in her lap. The spoon had almost reached her mouth when Haleh came bursting, surprising Jess and making her spill the yoghurt down her blouse.
"Oops!" Haleh giggled, "We've got a MVA coming in; auto versus child. ETA five minutes. That gives you time to change into some scrubs; pretty soon you'll smell like a fruit shop!" Haleh laughed, pointing at Jessica's Exotic Fruit Yoghurt, the one that was now all down her. She sighed and picked herself off the couch and went to get some new scrubs, rushing because of the trauma on its way in. She was so concentrated on what she was doing, she didn't notice Dr. Carter come through the door to the lounge. Unfortunately, Carter didn't see Jessica, and the two of them wound in a heap on the floor. The cursed yoghurt that Jessica was carrying to the bin wound up splat in Carter's hair, just as Mark Green came into the lounge carrying a Polaroid camera. Laughing hysterically, Mark began taking pictures, and the two were only saved by the arrival of the trauma, heralded by the whoop of glee from Admit as Dr. Dave Malucci ran out into the Ambulance Bay shouting,
"Can we get some help here please? This guy's a drinking fountain for vampires!!"
Jessica and Lucy arrived at the gurney just in time to see Weaver smack Malucci with her crutch. They laughed as the grabbed and end each, manoeuvring the stretcher to Trauma One, hastily trying to explain to Kerry Weaver why they were covered in dairy products.
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Lucy was in hysterics by the time she finished reading her emails. Her sister had decided to document her time in Chicago and mail it to Lucy o that she could keep up the gossip and wouldn't feel so homesick. Jerry was funny in person, but he just sounded plain ridiculous when written down. She was just about to sign off when a new message arrived. Opening it, she found a quick not from Jessica – "Had an accident with my yoghurt – went through a whole trauma like this!" and underneath there was a picture of Jessica lying on the floor with Carter on top of her with a yoghurt on his head. She tried to laugh at the situation. It was funny, but she just couldn't fight through the overwhelming feeling of loss and jealousy she had. She couldn't bear to be without Carter, and although the only time she had told she loved him was at the airport, she had loved since she met him. Looking again at the picture, there was a strange look in Jessica's eyes. It was a look nobody could decipher on a either twin, but it was a look Lucy knew well. It was the look she got when she looked at Carter, A look of love. Lucy and Jessica were identical in every way – features, eye colour, their hair was the same, and they both loved the same man. There was just one difference. Jessica was with the man she loved. Lucy wasn't.
Chapter 3 will be up as quickly as I can write it – probably Sunday, Monday at the latest. Be patient, I have a website and a social life to keep up with. Plus, when am I meant to eat, sleep or watch reruns of ER?