Disclaimer: *gasps*, you mean they're not mine?! What a shock!
Medical Stuff: I know absolutely nada. So, if someone around you were to suddenly fall victim to a terrible medical trauma, don't think 'I'll just use this handy, all-knowing fan fic from Tori! That has all the answers!' because it's the exact opposite.
Archive: I don't care, just as long as you ask first.
Category: Carby, Possible Spoilers
Author's notes: After Thursday's Epi (Four Corners), there was a rather scary commercial played (didn't see it? Go to
This is the first fan fic I've EVER written before, got that EVER, and I have to hurry and go do my homework, so therefore I didn't edit it. A completely raw, uncut, unedited piece of work (maybe a little more like trash, but oh well). I know it stinks, but you gotta start somewhere. Don't flame me, you've been warned! Anyways, this is a Carby, (in other words, a fan fic supporting the relationship/possible relationship of Carter and Abby). This does contain some spoilers for The ER epi The Longer You Stay, (airing 10/4/01 in America) so if you're trying to be spoiler-free (as I have been recently), DON'T read it! Ok, here it is:
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"Gamma, I really don't see why I had to come to this," John commented as he and his Gamma walked down the lengthy hallway of the Carter Family Mansion. "John to tell you the truth", Millicent started, took a brief pause, then went on," You're the only person in this family who isn't so damn boring, and I didn't want to fall asleep during the will reading. Your mother would have my head then!" "You do have a point", he replied, thinking of his mom, and then walked into the stately living room.
All of the Carter family was seated around the room, along with his grandparent's lawyer and a few of their close colleagues. Eleanor and Jack walked up to them.
His mother looked at his casual clothing: khakis and white shirt, with her non-approving look of stone, and looked like she was about to comment when the lawyer spoke up that the reading was about to begin.
It was mainly just details of the company, who would take over what part, boring things like that, but then the lawyer started "To my one relative who is not involved in the business", and Carter's head snapped up. ", John Truman Carter, III, to you I leave 50 million dollars..."
20 minutes later, Carter watched people walk out; all giving him death glares on the way, in a daze. What in the hell would he do with 50 million dollars? He had no use for it. He might only be a resident, but he was making it by pretty well. As soon as everyone had left, he blurted out "Gamma, I can't take the money." "And why on Earth not?" "Because...First of all, I don't need it; I'm doing just fine. And secondly; did you see the looks of nearly certain death everyone was giving me?" "You may not need it now John, but there is your future to think of. And as if you ever cared what they thought of you in the first place. John, this was your Grandfather's wish, and I'm not going to go against them. You'll take the money." "Gamma--", and was interrupted by his pager, "I need to leave, but" "But nothing John. But nothing."
~~County General Hospital~~
Abby searched frantically around the admit desk for the lab that Frank somehow misplaced. She did look up when the doors opened Carter, dresses casually, looking hot as usual, walked in.
Carter; he had turned her tiny little world around last May. What he had said; was it that he just plain didn't like it, or was it possible that he felt that same way...
People have two sections of their brain: the right and left. Abby had two sides: Practical and Real.
Meet Practical; Practical ran her life. Practical told her 'Stay a nurse; med school is risky. You'll screw up as usual Abby; stay a nurse.' Practical advised her: ' Stay with Luka. He's a nice guy. He'll be there for you, and even if he doesn't you can't get hurt: you don't love him. Therefore, no risk.' Practical went with the flow, did the expected.
Deep in the shadows stood Real; Real had never been formally introduced. Real rarely, in fact never, dealt with her or her decisions. Real was her hopes, her dreams, her passions. Real whispered softly 'Abby, you want to be a doctor. You have always wanted to, since you were little. Be a doctor.' Practical told her the opposite, and she went with Practical. Real had told her 'Don't marry him. Yes; you've been in a relationship with Richard for 3 years, Yes; he promises he'll take care of you, make your dream to become a doctor come true. But you don't love him Abby. You say you do; you wish you did, but you don't.' Practical won that battle, as it did all battles. Real, this time in a blunt, much louder, nearly deafening tone had told her this summer: 'Abby face it; You're in love with John Carter. Yeah, Luka's a nice enough guy, but you love John. Go, get your butt out of that safe little hiding place that you're in, the same one you've always been in, and take a chance. Make a bet. Go against the grain'. But one thing you must remember: in the great battle between Real and Practical- Practical always won.
Abby was snapped out of her thoughts when Malucci yelled "Hey Carter!" Carter replied, "Did somebody page me?" Malucci, shrugging, said "No idea... It wasn't me. Dude, are you okay? You look a little freaked out." Carter, shaking his head, said, "No, I'm fine. Who's on?" "Kovac is about to go off, and Weaver just got in; I think she's in the lounge." "Thanks," he said, and walked off. Luka came up, "Ready to go?" Abby could hear Real screaming at her, 'He's the wrong guy! You love John!' while Practical augured, 'No risk means you can't get hurt!' "I'm ready," Abby said, almost immediately regretting the answer the second it left her lips. Why couldn't she let Real win?
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Carter paused for a minute, then walked into the lounge. Dr. Weaver, who had been staring at her cup of coffee as though she were having a staring contest with it, looked up and said "Thank God Carter, you're here. We have a MVA coming in, and I need to go upstairs and talk to K--someone. ETA for the first patient is--now. Have fun," and then she proceeded to rush out of the room. 'This should be one hell of a fun day', Carter thought, hearing the ambulance's agonizing siren wail. He grabbed his stethoscope, and ran to the Ambulance Bay.
~~14 hours later~~
Carter sat in the empty suture room, entrapped in a suffocating tower of charts. The MVA hadn't been too bad. One went to surgery and later died with complications, the kid was fine, and the other was still in surgery. A Mass casualty had come in from a rock concert; only 1 DOA, and 2 traumas, but there were a ton of minors, which meant a ton of charts. That was it. He needed a break. Emerging from the room to find the hospital nearly deserted, he went and asked Randi "Where's everyone?" Randi, looking up from her Cosmopolitan, replied "Greene, Finch, and Benton are on break, Weaver's still upstairs, Malucci I last saw hitting on some blonde with green lipstick in Exam 2." "Thanks, I'm going to go get some papers out of my car, I'll be back in a few seconds, I have my pager." "All righty then," Randi said, returning to her magazine.
Carter walked to his car a little faster than usual. There was just this odd feeling he had, like something was about to happen. He opened the trunk and rummaged around for the papers on the article he was doing. He had a patient, a young boy, who had a rare medical condition that someone had suggested he do a paper on, last May.
May: When he finally had gathered up enough nerve to more or less tell Abby how he felt. Didn't work out quite the way he planned. He had imagined what would happened when he told her; all of the possibilities involving cheesy music, fireworks, and Abby telling him she felt the same way. The result? None of the above. Just a blank stare, and him running off.
Part of him regretted telling her. He missed her, a lot. She looked so hurt when she found out that his Grandfather died and he didn't say a word to her.
Part of him felt relieved to tell Abby; he didn't have to hear, see, or even think about her and Luka, unless he saw them at work. That's why he had to talk to Dr. Weaver; if he wasn't going to get an attending position, he was going to leave. Simple as that.
There had been this hospital in New York City, on that had wanted him to join for years. They were willing to give him an attending position. He had never been tempted to leave before, but there was nothing keeping him at County, not anymore.
~~ At The El ~~
Abby walked along with Luka, swinging her arms back and forth impatiently. Would he ever drop the subject of them living together? "Abby, are you okay? You seem a little distracted tonight," Luka's thickly accented voice suddenly got her attention. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, and seeing he was waiting for her to elaborate, continued, "I'm just a little worried about Carter." Luka rolled his eyes, and grunted, "Why?" "Well, because...He didn't even mention his Grandfather dying, and if something that big happened, why didn't he tell me about it? It just bothers me." "Abby," Luka began to somewhat whine," Why are we together?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued, "I feel like you're not my girlfriend, but Carter's! Well I have one thing to say to that: Carter can have you! It's not worth it." Fighting the urge to say 'Actually, that's two things', she ran up to him and said, "What in the hell are you talking about?" "Listen Abby," Luka said, this time to her eardrum's relief, talking in a softer tone," I don't love you; and it's pretty obvious you're in love; but not with me. With Carter. I don't want to go on pretending that I love you, and you love me, and everything's hunky dory, that we both haven't wasted a year in a dead end relationship: because that's not true. I care for you; you're a wonderful person, and I want to still be friends. I just don't think we were meant to be in a relationship. The longer we stay in this relationship, the more we'll end up being hurt; lets end it now. Okay?" Abby paused for a moment. "Okay." Real had finally emerged. It was about time.
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Carter finally found the papers in the scattered mess in the trunk. He began to walk back. Suddenly he heard a noise; a body clad in dark navy clothes, carrying a semi-automatic rifle, was aiming directly at him. Carter turned to run when he felt a sharp, tearing pain go through his leg's calf. Ignoring it the best he could, he began to run faster than he ever thought he could, because the longer he stayed, the sooner he'd die....
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Okay, there it was. Hope it didn't suck too horribly! Sorry it was very well formatted, my mouse is acting up. It might be continued, depends on the feedback. Thanks for reading this far!
~Tori
