Abby wandered around for a couple of hours before going home. She needed a few things from the grocery store and decided to take care of that errand and while she was at it, decided to rent a movie to watch as well. She was in the mood for a comedy after her depressing day, so she rented "When Harry Met Sally." When she had finally carted her three bags of groceries to her front door, she noticed someone was already occupying the spot on her front step.

"Abby." John said and started to stand up.

"What do you want Carter?" Abby said, annoyed, as she tried to go around him to unlock her door.

"I want to talk to you." Carter said and moved to avoid being hit by a swinging grocery bag.

"Go away."

"Well it's good to see you too."

"John, I mean it. Please. I've had a crappy day." Abby said, finally getting the door open.

"Here, let me help you with the bags." Carter said and tried to reach out to help Abby balance the bags. She took a step in the other direction and one of the bags slipped out of her hands. John reached over and picked it up.

"When Harry Met Sally. Good movie. Meg Ryan has never really been my favorite actress, but I still love the movie." John commented after reading the label off the contents of the bag he had picked up.

"Did you come here to annoy me?" Abby asked, snatching the movie away from Carter.

"No, I really did come to talk to you." John said, stepping into the apartment.

"Well, you're standing in my living room and you have my full attention. What do you want?"

"I just came from my grandmother's house."

"How is she doing?" Abby asked, softening a little.

"She's impatient as hell, but I keep trying to tell her she should have thought about that before she decided to get in the car."

"I'm sorry. I've been meaning to send her flowers or something."

"It's actually a better idea if you don't. Susan sent her lilies and she got the wrong message."

"Lilies? Don't those symbolize."

"Death. Yes. It was an honest mistake. I tried to tell Gamma that."

"Poor woman. Probably thinks Susan is out to get her." Abby said and brought the bags into the kitchen and started to unload them into their appropriate places.

"I miss talking like this." Carter said after a moment of watching her in the kitchen from the other room.

"Well now you have Susan to talk to." Abby said, continuing to put away groceries.

"We broke up." Carter spoke after a few minutes of thinking about what he was going to say.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Abby responded without enthusiasm.

"The relationship was based of past feelings and it was just a matter of time before it fizzled out." Carter tried to explain.

"Why are you telling me this?" Abby asked and rubbed her now aching forehead.

"I want to be your friend again, Abby. I want things to go back to the way they used to be." John said, somewhat apologetically. Abby's reply, however, was an upset glare.

"Why, Carter? So when you feel like hurting me again I'll feel better because it's already happened before?"

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"Well you did. Are you happy now? John Truman Carter hurt Abby Lockhart. No big deal, right? Abby doesn't care, Abby's stronger than that. It's been like that my entire life." Abby yelled, trying to hold back the tears that she couldn't let him see.

"Abby." John started to say.

"Please, John, please just leave." Abby pleaded.

"Abby." Carter repeated.

"Please." Abby said a final time. John gave a final sigh and turned and left the apartment. As Abby watched the door slam shut, she put her head in her hands and leaned her elbows against her kitchen counter and just sobbed.

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