Irse Flotando chapter five
Rating-PG-13
Spoilers-Season 7 through "Sailing Away"
Summary-Different version of "Sailing Away". Cute lil Abby angst/Carby fic. (Now think
about it, would I write anything with out Carter in it?)
Feedback-Always welcome and appreciated at steph_2816@yahoo.com. Praise will be
used as motivation for writing the next chapter and flames will be used to roast Luka. :)
Disclaimer-I own em!!!!!!!!!!! Muahahahahahahah!!!! ::looks around suspiciously as Pix,
Drumsie, and other Carbys surround me, needles in hand:: Noooooooooo! Okay, okay,
okay! I don't! I don't! I'll be good! I promise!
Author's Notes-I told you I'd post one of these days! Sorry I haven't posted lately, I've been
busy and was in a bit of a writer's block. Its rather sad, I had to actually ask my dad to write
something, and HE came up with the whole cow storyline! I think it was fairly good considering
he thinks I'm a crazy ER obsessive and thinks me writing fanfic is crazy! Thanks Dad, even
though I'm almost certain you'll never read this! I also want to thank all those kooky monkeys
over at FanForum who keep me on the computer all day and make me laugh till my sides hurt.
Slurpys for all!!!!! Love ya guys! :)
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Carter slept like a baby the entire way there, which gave Abby ample time to think about
the situation they were in. She decided they would rent a car in Oklahoma City drive to the
motel in a little town called Enid. She could live with paying the extra fee for returning it in
Chicago. Abby had no idea how bad her mom was going to be this time, but guessed it
had to be pretty bad for her to be in that motel for so long. Who knew how long it had been
since she had gone off her meds. Abby was not looking forward to seeing how bad it was
this time. At that point, Carter began to stir in his sleep, and Abby decided it best to wake
him then. She shook his shoulder lightly.
"Carter," she said softly, "Carter, come on, wake up."
"Mmh," he mumbled.
"Carter . . . we're gonna land soon," Abby said, "Get up."
"Okay, okay, I'm up, " Carter said, "Mmh, I was tired."
"You're telling me!" she said, jokingly, "You were out like a log for hours!"
Carter laughed. "Well, I guess I'll give you that one!"
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After they landed, they went to the baggage claim. Then they grabbed a shuttle over to the Alamo
rent-a-car. Abby and Carter decided on a green sports car convertible. It was more expensive,
but, under the circumstances, they figured they could afford to splurge. They got into the car, and
Carter pulled out a map they had picked up at the airport.
"It looks like Enid is about 200 miles from here. We should take Route 35," Carter added,
"Shouldn't take more than 2 hours."
"Great. Well, I guess as long as you're driving, I guess that means I'm the navigator," Abby said,
with a smile.
"Guess so!" Carter grinned.
The ride had been silent for over an hour. Usually Carter would have felt awkward in this
situation, but it being Abby, the silence was welcoming.
Then something near the roadside caught his attention. He saw a bulky object.
"Cow!" he said. Abby glanced up as the car sped past the large presence, suddenly looming out of
the black, inches to the right. Carter was hitting the brakes before she could cry out, and the cry
caught in her throat as another from took shape in front of the large car.
"Another cow!" Abby exclaimed.
"No, I think it's the same one!" Carter said, quoting the famous line from the movie Twister, as
he slammed on the brakes once more.
The car finally slid to a halt at the edge of the road. Carter and Abby looked at each other and
burst out laughing.
"What the hell was that all about?!?" Abby choked out between laughs.
"I have no idea!"
As soon as they got it back together, Carter pulled the car back onto the road and started driving
down the road.
"So, Ms. Navigator, where am I gonna need to turn off?" Carter asked, with a smile.
"Well, it looks like if turn off at Exit 11C, we'll head right into Enid."
"Sounds good," he replied.
"Um, so, is there anything I should know before we get there?" Carter asked tenatively.
"It's different every time," she said, with a sad smile, "Never know what fun thing she's done this
time."
"Okay," he said, understanding.
Ten minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of the Enid Days Inn. They parked and
Carter got out of the car. He started towards the manager's office, when he realized Abby wasn't
with him. He walked back to the driver's side and slid in next to Abby. She had a hollow look on
her face.
They sat quietly together, a silent language between the two. Carter knew Abby might just need a
minute to get herself prepared.
Finally she spoke. "We can go in now," she said quietly.
"Okay."
They got out of the car and walked into the managers office. They didn't see anyone at the desk,
so Abby stepped forward and rang the service bell. A few seconds later, a seedy looking man
appeared from the door presumably leading to the private office.
"How can I help you folks?"
My mother, Maggie Wyzienski, is in one of your rooms," Abby said, with a strange sense of
familiarity on her face.
"Ah, yes," he said, "Let me go get the room keys."
He disappeared back in to the office again, coming back a few seconds later, keys in hand.
"Here ya are. Room 121. Good luck."
"Yeah. Thanks."
They walked out slowly, heading down the hallway as if they were on death row. They reached
the door, and Abby hesitated for a minute, before knocking tentatively.
"Maggie? Are you in there? It's Abby and John's here too. We're coming in okay?" she asked,
although she was sure she would get no response.
Abby stuck the key in the door and slowly opened it. The room was trashed. There was beer cans
all over the floor, the sheets were in a rumpled mess on the end of the bed. All the lights were off
and crumpled trash was scattered over the floor. Both pairs of eyes scanned the room, until
landing on a lump, curled up at the end of one of the two twin beds. Carter was surprised at the
state of the room, but Abby was unfazed. She walked over to Maggie and slowly shook her.
"Come on Maggie. Its time to go home now." Abby cooed.
"I'm not leaving. Leave me alone." Maggie mumbled.
"Nope. Sorry, Maggie. Not happening. We're taking you home."
"I don't need your help. I'm not going with you," she slurred.
"I'm not arguing with you Maggie. You're going home. But first you're going to take a bath, so
we can get you cleaned up. John, could you please help me get her into the bathroom?" Abby
asked, turning her head towards Carter.
"Sure. Come on, Maggie. Remember me? You met me at the hospital. I'm going to take you in to
the bathroom so Abby can clean you up, okay?" Carter said in a soothing voice, as he scooped
Maggie up in his arms and headed into the bathroom.
"Thanks John. Do you think you could pick us up some food?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"Um, maybe a sandwich and some bread?"
"Anything for you?"
"No, just coffee thanks."
"Okay," he replied gently, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay, thanks," she murmured as she closed the door. Today had definitely been a long day.
"Okay, I'll be back in a minute."
Rating-PG-13
Spoilers-Season 7 through "Sailing Away"
Summary-Different version of "Sailing Away". Cute lil Abby angst/Carby fic. (Now think
about it, would I write anything with out Carter in it?)
Feedback-Always welcome and appreciated at steph_2816@yahoo.com. Praise will be
used as motivation for writing the next chapter and flames will be used to roast Luka. :)
Disclaimer-I own em!!!!!!!!!!! Muahahahahahahah!!!! ::looks around suspiciously as Pix,
Drumsie, and other Carbys surround me, needles in hand:: Noooooooooo! Okay, okay,
okay! I don't! I don't! I'll be good! I promise!
Author's Notes-I told you I'd post one of these days! Sorry I haven't posted lately, I've been
busy and was in a bit of a writer's block. Its rather sad, I had to actually ask my dad to write
something, and HE came up with the whole cow storyline! I think it was fairly good considering
he thinks I'm a crazy ER obsessive and thinks me writing fanfic is crazy! Thanks Dad, even
though I'm almost certain you'll never read this! I also want to thank all those kooky monkeys
over at FanForum who keep me on the computer all day and make me laugh till my sides hurt.
Slurpys for all!!!!! Love ya guys! :)
************************************************************************
Carter slept like a baby the entire way there, which gave Abby ample time to think about
the situation they were in. She decided they would rent a car in Oklahoma City drive to the
motel in a little town called Enid. She could live with paying the extra fee for returning it in
Chicago. Abby had no idea how bad her mom was going to be this time, but guessed it
had to be pretty bad for her to be in that motel for so long. Who knew how long it had been
since she had gone off her meds. Abby was not looking forward to seeing how bad it was
this time. At that point, Carter began to stir in his sleep, and Abby decided it best to wake
him then. She shook his shoulder lightly.
"Carter," she said softly, "Carter, come on, wake up."
"Mmh," he mumbled.
"Carter . . . we're gonna land soon," Abby said, "Get up."
"Okay, okay, I'm up, " Carter said, "Mmh, I was tired."
"You're telling me!" she said, jokingly, "You were out like a log for hours!"
Carter laughed. "Well, I guess I'll give you that one!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After they landed, they went to the baggage claim. Then they grabbed a shuttle over to the Alamo
rent-a-car. Abby and Carter decided on a green sports car convertible. It was more expensive,
but, under the circumstances, they figured they could afford to splurge. They got into the car, and
Carter pulled out a map they had picked up at the airport.
"It looks like Enid is about 200 miles from here. We should take Route 35," Carter added,
"Shouldn't take more than 2 hours."
"Great. Well, I guess as long as you're driving, I guess that means I'm the navigator," Abby said,
with a smile.
"Guess so!" Carter grinned.
The ride had been silent for over an hour. Usually Carter would have felt awkward in this
situation, but it being Abby, the silence was welcoming.
Then something near the roadside caught his attention. He saw a bulky object.
"Cow!" he said. Abby glanced up as the car sped past the large presence, suddenly looming out of
the black, inches to the right. Carter was hitting the brakes before she could cry out, and the cry
caught in her throat as another from took shape in front of the large car.
"Another cow!" Abby exclaimed.
"No, I think it's the same one!" Carter said, quoting the famous line from the movie Twister, as
he slammed on the brakes once more.
The car finally slid to a halt at the edge of the road. Carter and Abby looked at each other and
burst out laughing.
"What the hell was that all about?!?" Abby choked out between laughs.
"I have no idea!"
As soon as they got it back together, Carter pulled the car back onto the road and started driving
down the road.
"So, Ms. Navigator, where am I gonna need to turn off?" Carter asked, with a smile.
"Well, it looks like if turn off at Exit 11C, we'll head right into Enid."
"Sounds good," he replied.
"Um, so, is there anything I should know before we get there?" Carter asked tenatively.
"It's different every time," she said, with a sad smile, "Never know what fun thing she's done this
time."
"Okay," he said, understanding.
Ten minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of the Enid Days Inn. They parked and
Carter got out of the car. He started towards the manager's office, when he realized Abby wasn't
with him. He walked back to the driver's side and slid in next to Abby. She had a hollow look on
her face.
They sat quietly together, a silent language between the two. Carter knew Abby might just need a
minute to get herself prepared.
Finally she spoke. "We can go in now," she said quietly.
"Okay."
They got out of the car and walked into the managers office. They didn't see anyone at the desk,
so Abby stepped forward and rang the service bell. A few seconds later, a seedy looking man
appeared from the door presumably leading to the private office.
"How can I help you folks?"
My mother, Maggie Wyzienski, is in one of your rooms," Abby said, with a strange sense of
familiarity on her face.
"Ah, yes," he said, "Let me go get the room keys."
He disappeared back in to the office again, coming back a few seconds later, keys in hand.
"Here ya are. Room 121. Good luck."
"Yeah. Thanks."
They walked out slowly, heading down the hallway as if they were on death row. They reached
the door, and Abby hesitated for a minute, before knocking tentatively.
"Maggie? Are you in there? It's Abby and John's here too. We're coming in okay?" she asked,
although she was sure she would get no response.
Abby stuck the key in the door and slowly opened it. The room was trashed. There was beer cans
all over the floor, the sheets were in a rumpled mess on the end of the bed. All the lights were off
and crumpled trash was scattered over the floor. Both pairs of eyes scanned the room, until
landing on a lump, curled up at the end of one of the two twin beds. Carter was surprised at the
state of the room, but Abby was unfazed. She walked over to Maggie and slowly shook her.
"Come on Maggie. Its time to go home now." Abby cooed.
"I'm not leaving. Leave me alone." Maggie mumbled.
"Nope. Sorry, Maggie. Not happening. We're taking you home."
"I don't need your help. I'm not going with you," she slurred.
"I'm not arguing with you Maggie. You're going home. But first you're going to take a bath, so
we can get you cleaned up. John, could you please help me get her into the bathroom?" Abby
asked, turning her head towards Carter.
"Sure. Come on, Maggie. Remember me? You met me at the hospital. I'm going to take you in to
the bathroom so Abby can clean you up, okay?" Carter said in a soothing voice, as he scooped
Maggie up in his arms and headed into the bathroom.
"Thanks John. Do you think you could pick us up some food?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"Um, maybe a sandwich and some bread?"
"Anything for you?"
"No, just coffee thanks."
"Okay," he replied gently, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay, thanks," she murmured as she closed the door. Today had definitely been a long day.
"Okay, I'll be back in a minute."