IRSE FLOTANDO chapter 2
RATING: PG-13 (so far!)
SPOILERS: Through season 7 to "Sailing Away"
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated at steph_2816@yahoo.com. Flames will be used to roast Luka
(hehe!) and praise will be used as motivation for the next chapter to be posted soon!
SUMMARY: A different version of "Sailing Away". Carby fic. (Irse Flotando means Sailing
Away in Spanish)
DISCLAIMER: Read my lips . . . I DON'T OWN 'EM! All the wonderful ER characters are
owned by the big wigs over at NBC, WB, Amblin and a bunch of other people I can't think of
right now. If you're gonna sue-have fun-I'm a broke teen! However, Mike, if you ever wanna let
a couple characters go, I'd be willing to take them off your hands for you. Really-if you even
wanna let go say just . . . hmm . . . Carter! I'd be completely fine with that. Okay out of my
fantasy world and on with the Author's Notes!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fic so please r/r! And, guys, I need feedback! I don't know
how many chapters there will be but hopefully a bunch! Lubies beware!!!!!! (that's your warning!)
To everyone out there who reviewed the last chapter-thanks! I was a little nervous! And yes this
sort of is what happened in the episode but it shows what they were thinking. Plus I have a couple
of other little surprises up my sleeve, too! :) I want to say thanks to a couple of my friends (and
fellow Carbies!). First, I'd like to thank my buddy and "editor" Becca. Thanks for sifting through
the madness that comes out of my brain! (Even if you do say I'm crazy!) Yellow snakes forever!
(inside joke guys!) Second, I'd like to thank "Dr. Alex" Night Sparkle for her encouragement and
Spanish translation :). Most of all, I'd like to thank my friend and fellow Carby writer, Jen, for all
her support, tips, and helpful ideas. On with the fic!
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Abby walked into the ambulance bay and was immediately swept in to a trauma by Dr. Carter.
"What do we got?" Carter asked the paramedic as he and Abby rolled the gurney through the
doors.
"19 year old female GSW to the chest and abdomen, BP 90 over 60, resps 20, had to intubate,
crashed once in the field, shocked her twice and got a rhythm," Doris answered. "You guys got it
from here?"
"Yeah, thanks Doris," Carter replied.
"Have fun!" Doris remarked sarcastically.
Carter muttered, "Like always."
"So, Abby, what do we do?" Carter asked.
"Chest tube, CBC, chem-7, lytes, type and cross 6 units, and 3 units O-neg stat," Abby ordered
tentatively.
"Good job," Carter reassured, "We're also going to need 500 mgs. Demerol IM."
"Right," Abby agreed.
After she and Carter had finished stabilizing the patient and had sent her up to the OR, Abby
decided she should probably try to arrange a flight and then car rental in Oklahoma City. She
would have to drive back to Chicago because, as one of many wonderful qualities, Maggiecould
absolutely not fly. Even the sight of a plane put her into a giant anxiety attack.
Abby pulled out admit's copy of the Chicago Yellow Pages and flipped through until her finger
landed on the airlines section. She found Midwest Express and dialed the number.
"Midwest Express, how may I help you?" an over perky agent asked.
"Yes, I'd like a one-way ticket to Oklahoma City for tonight."
"I'm sorry but there no more available seats for tonight," the agent replied, "Please hold."
*Ugh* Abby thought in disgust as the woman put on soft hits of the eighties.
"Thank you for holding, my name's Bridget, how may I help you?" a new perky agent questioned.
"Do you have any one-way tickets to Tulsa?" Abby asked tying to sound calm.
"No, I'm sorry." Bridget said.
"Wichita Falls?" Abby asked hopefully.
"No, sorry, please hold."
"No, no, no, no. I was just on hold. I-," her voice was cut off by the now recognizable sound of
soft hits of the eighties.
By then, Carter had noticed her troubles and walked over.
"What's wrong?" he asked sympathetically.
"Reader's Digest version-Maggie evidently locked herself in some run-down motel room in
Oklahoma. I have to go get her and then deal with a cranky motel owner. And, to top it off, I
can't geta flight in anywhere near this motel." Abby stated, in exasperation.
"Here," he said, hanging the phone up on Bridget and dialing a new number, "I'll call my travel
agent-she's a miracle worker."
"Thanks," Abby said, exhausted.
"Yes, hello, may I speak to Betsy please?" Carter asked, politely.
"Is Luka going with you?" Carter inquired, while waiting.
"No," Abby said, still a little ticked off.
Carter gave her a "what is with that asshole boyfriend?" look and preceded to make arrangements
with Betsy.
"Yes, Betsy, do you think you could find me two one-way tickets to Oklahoma City tonight?"
Carter asked sweetly.
Abby looked at him and started to protest. "No, no. You don't need to mess up your life for my
screwed-up journey." Even while she was talking, she was hiding a smile. This was exactly like
Carter.
"Yes, I do," Carter answered.
"Oh, you could," Carter said in to the phone, "Thanks Betsy, you're the best."
"Besides-it's not like my life isn't messed up already," he added with a grin.
Abby smiled. His grins were contagious.
"So, we're leaving tonight out of O'Hare at 9:00 pm," Carter told her. "When are you off?"
"5:00, you?"
"Same, I'll pick you up at 6:00, okay?"
"Sounds good. Um, how much do I owe you?"
"Forget about it."
"No, really, how much?"
"I refuse to accept any money, but I'll make you a deal. You buy dinner tonight." Carter offered
with another one of his winning smiles.
"Okay." Abby said, reluctantly.
"See you tonight, then."
"Alright," said Abby as she walked away.
Part 3 will only come if you send feedback!!!! Please r/r! Thanx~Stephanie
RATING: PG-13 (so far!)
SPOILERS: Through season 7 to "Sailing Away"
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated at steph_2816@yahoo.com. Flames will be used to roast Luka
(hehe!) and praise will be used as motivation for the next chapter to be posted soon!
SUMMARY: A different version of "Sailing Away". Carby fic. (Irse Flotando means Sailing
Away in Spanish)
DISCLAIMER: Read my lips . . . I DON'T OWN 'EM! All the wonderful ER characters are
owned by the big wigs over at NBC, WB, Amblin and a bunch of other people I can't think of
right now. If you're gonna sue-have fun-I'm a broke teen! However, Mike, if you ever wanna let
a couple characters go, I'd be willing to take them off your hands for you. Really-if you even
wanna let go say just . . . hmm . . . Carter! I'd be completely fine with that. Okay out of my
fantasy world and on with the Author's Notes!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fic so please r/r! And, guys, I need feedback! I don't know
how many chapters there will be but hopefully a bunch! Lubies beware!!!!!! (that's your warning!)
To everyone out there who reviewed the last chapter-thanks! I was a little nervous! And yes this
sort of is what happened in the episode but it shows what they were thinking. Plus I have a couple
of other little surprises up my sleeve, too! :) I want to say thanks to a couple of my friends (and
fellow Carbies!). First, I'd like to thank my buddy and "editor" Becca. Thanks for sifting through
the madness that comes out of my brain! (Even if you do say I'm crazy!) Yellow snakes forever!
(inside joke guys!) Second, I'd like to thank "Dr. Alex" Night Sparkle for her encouragement and
Spanish translation :). Most of all, I'd like to thank my friend and fellow Carby writer, Jen, for all
her support, tips, and helpful ideas. On with the fic!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Abby walked into the ambulance bay and was immediately swept in to a trauma by Dr. Carter.
"What do we got?" Carter asked the paramedic as he and Abby rolled the gurney through the
doors.
"19 year old female GSW to the chest and abdomen, BP 90 over 60, resps 20, had to intubate,
crashed once in the field, shocked her twice and got a rhythm," Doris answered. "You guys got it
from here?"
"Yeah, thanks Doris," Carter replied.
"Have fun!" Doris remarked sarcastically.
Carter muttered, "Like always."
"So, Abby, what do we do?" Carter asked.
"Chest tube, CBC, chem-7, lytes, type and cross 6 units, and 3 units O-neg stat," Abby ordered
tentatively.
"Good job," Carter reassured, "We're also going to need 500 mgs. Demerol IM."
"Right," Abby agreed.
After she and Carter had finished stabilizing the patient and had sent her up to the OR, Abby
decided she should probably try to arrange a flight and then car rental in Oklahoma City. She
would have to drive back to Chicago because, as one of many wonderful qualities, Maggiecould
absolutely not fly. Even the sight of a plane put her into a giant anxiety attack.
Abby pulled out admit's copy of the Chicago Yellow Pages and flipped through until her finger
landed on the airlines section. She found Midwest Express and dialed the number.
"Midwest Express, how may I help you?" an over perky agent asked.
"Yes, I'd like a one-way ticket to Oklahoma City for tonight."
"I'm sorry but there no more available seats for tonight," the agent replied, "Please hold."
*Ugh* Abby thought in disgust as the woman put on soft hits of the eighties.
"Thank you for holding, my name's Bridget, how may I help you?" a new perky agent questioned.
"Do you have any one-way tickets to Tulsa?" Abby asked tying to sound calm.
"No, I'm sorry." Bridget said.
"Wichita Falls?" Abby asked hopefully.
"No, sorry, please hold."
"No, no, no, no. I was just on hold. I-," her voice was cut off by the now recognizable sound of
soft hits of the eighties.
By then, Carter had noticed her troubles and walked over.
"What's wrong?" he asked sympathetically.
"Reader's Digest version-Maggie evidently locked herself in some run-down motel room in
Oklahoma. I have to go get her and then deal with a cranky motel owner. And, to top it off, I
can't geta flight in anywhere near this motel." Abby stated, in exasperation.
"Here," he said, hanging the phone up on Bridget and dialing a new number, "I'll call my travel
agent-she's a miracle worker."
"Thanks," Abby said, exhausted.
"Yes, hello, may I speak to Betsy please?" Carter asked, politely.
"Is Luka going with you?" Carter inquired, while waiting.
"No," Abby said, still a little ticked off.
Carter gave her a "what is with that asshole boyfriend?" look and preceded to make arrangements
with Betsy.
"Yes, Betsy, do you think you could find me two one-way tickets to Oklahoma City tonight?"
Carter asked sweetly.
Abby looked at him and started to protest. "No, no. You don't need to mess up your life for my
screwed-up journey." Even while she was talking, she was hiding a smile. This was exactly like
Carter.
"Yes, I do," Carter answered.
"Oh, you could," Carter said in to the phone, "Thanks Betsy, you're the best."
"Besides-it's not like my life isn't messed up already," he added with a grin.
Abby smiled. His grins were contagious.
"So, we're leaving tonight out of O'Hare at 9:00 pm," Carter told her. "When are you off?"
"5:00, you?"
"Same, I'll pick you up at 6:00, okay?"
"Sounds good. Um, how much do I owe you?"
"Forget about it."
"No, really, how much?"
"I refuse to accept any money, but I'll make you a deal. You buy dinner tonight." Carter offered
with another one of his winning smiles.
"Okay." Abby said, reluctantly.
"See you tonight, then."
"Alright," said Abby as she walked away.
Part 3 will only come if you send feedback!!!! Please r/r! Thanx~Stephanie