Takes place after Rampage before Four Corners because I thought Four Corners was a crappy episode...if I were in charge, I would have done something totally different.

I obviously don't own any of the characters in this story, so please don't sue me.

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What do you say when someone tells you they don't want to be your friend anymore? That they don't want to sit on the sidelines waiting for you and the man you supposedly love to break up. Abby was silent as she walked John Carter walk away. Everything had started out normally. Carter had been his usual quiet self and listened as Abby spilled out her problems to him.

"Shit," she swore under her breath as she looked down at her watch and realized she was late to go see Luka. After her conversation with Carter, she didn't really feel up to it anymore. As she started walking away from the bench she had been sitting on moments ago, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Luka's number.

"Hello?" The heavy Croatian voice answered.

"Hey, Luka. It's Abby. Um...can we cancel tonight? I think I need to go home and take a long bath or something. It's been a really long night." Abby explained.

"Okay, um...I'll see you tomorrow?" Luka asked.

"Yeah. I'm on at 8."

"I'll call you later, okay?"

"Fine. Bye." Abby said and went to hang up.

"Bye. I love you." Luka said and his voice disappeared as he too hung up.

Three little words. Of course she had heard them before but this time it was different. Like he was pleading with her to love him too. It was heartbreaking to have to lie to the man that loved her so much.

Abby did, however, return to her house and did also, in fact, take a very long bath during which she started thinking about Carter. She looked at the clock beside the bath and noticed it was almost 11:30. Carter should have been off at 11. God did she need a a drink. And she suddenly found herself getting dressed and heading out again. She walked to the bar that was around the corner from her house. She walked in and sat at the counter.

"What can I get you ma'am?" the bartender asked.

"Whiskey, straight up." Abby answered quickly.

"You sure 'bout that?"
"Yes, just get it for me." Abby said slightly annoyed.

As the bartender went to get the drink, Abby let out a short sigh. She knew what she was about to do and when the bartender brought it to her, she quickly gulped it down without any hesitation.

When her second drink was finished, she realized with what common sense she had that she needed to get out of this bar fast. There was only one place she could think of going because she suddenly knew she needed help and she shouldn't have done what she had just did. As she walked along the empty streets she suddenly started crying. As she got to the doorstep of the house she was looking for, she knew she must look like hell. She rang the doorbell and wiped her eyes with her sweater at the same time. As the door opened she couldn't help the tears that came out of her eyes as she fell into the arms of the man who opened the door.