Notes: This is my first story I have written in a LONG time, so, please keep that in mind when you're reading. I started to write it out of pure boredom, but it started to turn out pretty good (that's what I thought, anyway...)

I do not own any of the ER characters (duh)- Please do not sue me, I have no money.

Guess it sounds like I don't like Dr. Weaver much from reading this, huh? Well, she's my favorite character on ER, it's just she was easy to laugh at in this story...


ER: The Lost Episode (#1)- Dr. Weaver Gets hungry
Part #1 of my lost "episode"

The episode opens with a scene of Dr. Weaver bashing the living crap out of a snack machine with her cane, while using words that were edited out of this episode for the sake of the audience. An unsuspecting Abby is walking down the corridor towards Weaver and the vending machine.
"Hey," Abby calls out. "What are you doing to that snack machine? Can't you read, the sticker on it says "Do Not Shake- This machine will NOT give out free sna--" Weaver whirls to face Abby, "Damn it, don't you talk to me like that! I was trying to buy a freaking Mars Bar, and the damn machine ate my money! Piece of crap, it's bad enough that the machine doesn't work, but no, that's not enough, it's got to take my freaking money too! What the hell are you thinking, not checking to see if the vending machines work. I've had enough of your insolence, you're fired!" "But... but..." Abby whines (which, by the way, she has refined to an art by now) "I'm not the one who is in charge of the vending machines. Heck, I don't know the first thing about those things!" Weaver stops pounding the vending machine long enough to ponder this amazing new thought, which she never would have been able to figure out for herself. "Well, in that case... you're still fired!" "Fine!" Abby screams in a fit of anger. "I hate you, you... you... I can't think of anything to say. I'll get back to you when I think of something!" She then proceeds to run crying to the bathroom. Coming down the hall now is Robert Romano, who has witnessed this little incident. "Whoa Weaver, fall down the stairs again? Really, I've never seen someone make such a fuss over a buck twenty-five before." Romano notices that Weaver is staring intently at him. "Hey, stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me. I know I've seen someone look like that before, but I can't remember..." Weaver is drooling. "Ah-ha!" shouts Romano, a flicker of intelligence lights up his otherwise blank-looking face. "I remember! I remember where I've see that expression before! I saw a fat guy looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet like that! Well, as much as I'd like to see who wins this fight- you or the machine- I have more pressing matters to attend to. But just for the record, my money would be on the vending machine." Romano turns to leave, but pauses. "And Weaver, you should have someone look at you, foaming at the mouth is a sign of rabies." "It was a buck FIFTY, for your information!!" Weaver yells after him.