1 Ask, And Ye Shale Receive
2 Part one of a series "intriguing possibilities"
By Elyzabeth (this is my writing name…)
Rated- R for strong language and sexual content between two women…if you wish not to read of homosexual relations, please turn back now…you have been warned…thank you…
Spoilers-season 8 up to Damage is done…but TPTB might do this so…carry on…
Summary-Kerry finally hooks up with the great gal that NBC hasn't thought of yet…morons…
Disclaimer-I do not, nor have I ever owned the ER characters, nor am I making any sort of profit from them except for "praise" for writing them…they all belong to the goons over at NBC and shale never be mine…that is all…
Dedicated to my love, Bobbi, whom although she doesn't know me, she still thinks greatly of me…and I love her for that…thank you and enjoy your reading…
Thursday, January 31, 2002
Ahhh…gotta love alcohol. Let's see. Today sucked. Yup it did. I tried something new my hair today. Since it's now long enough. Chen's first day back. Joy. Romano was an ass, but that was nothing new. Susan is now my "assistant." Once again. Joy. And this homeless guys dog kept following me all day. The odd part is that at the end of the day, the guy died and now Stinky, the dog, is lying on the end of my bed sleeping. He's probably the best thing I've brought home in a while. Ha. That's really sad. I think the last man I brought home was Carter and he lived in my fucking basement and that was over 3 years ago. Sandy was the last chick I brought home and that was a crock of shit. Frank told me I was going to hell for being gay. You know what I think? Why can't Frank go to hell for being a pain in the ass? Why couldn't Randi have been working today? At least she's got a nice rack. Oh. My. God. Did I just say that Randi has a nice rack?! Holy shit! Well, she does. And a nice figure too. Damn, too bad we work together. She'd probably be a good lay. Shit. Why am I thinking about Randi? Ok then. That's enough for tonight. Time to sleep. G'night Stinky.
Friday, February 1, 2002
As I walk into the ER, I feel like shit. *Damn, I never should have gotten plastered on a work night. Bad idea.* there's a fair amount of people standing around the admit desk. Susan, Carter, Gallant, Randi, and a few various nurses. *Damn, she does have a nice rack.* I look for the closest door, hoping it's the lounge door. Suddenly, it's quite warm in here. I blame it on this damn coat. Kim called it my "paddington coat", since it looks like Paddington Bear's coat. Ahh. Kim. Well that's is so over. Randi on the other hand… why the hell do I keep thinking about Randi? She is so not gay. Well maybe she is. Hmmm… as I'm pondering this, speak of the devil, Randi walks in.
"Good morning Dr. Weaver." Randi says going to the coffeepot and filling up her mug.
"Morning Randi." I reply not turning away from my locker.
"Just getting on?"
"Yea, 12 hour shift."
"Me, too. See you later." Randi says turning around and exiting the lounge.
That, was weird. Just as I'm about to leave the lounge myself, Randi walks back in.
"Hey dr. weaver. I was kinda wondering, since I heard and all, if umm…maybe sometime…. You'd wanna uh…go out sometime?" she finally sputters out.
My gaydar must be on a major fritz. Did Randi Froznack just ask me out?!
"Your gay?"
"Bisexual actually. I've always had something of a crush on you but I always thought you were straight. Until that firefighter kissed you. I mean, I knew about the whole Legaspi thing, but…that kiss in the hall, totally gave it away. "
"Oh, um, ok. Yea, sure Randi, I'd love to go out sometime. You pick the time and the place and I'll be there, providing of course that I'm not working."
"Really?! Great, um, I'll let you know once I figure it out." Randi says, with the utmost excitement in her voice. As she walks out the door I hear her whisper. "wow."
God, I was going to go out on a date with Randi. Cool.
Ok…here's where I want some input…time to vote…
When should Randi ask to go out?
a-that night after both of their shifts
b-the next night-a Saturday
c-the next week
where should they go?
a-a bar
b-a nice restaurant-NOT doc magoo's (names needed if this is chosen)
c- randi's place for a nice home cooked meal
d-randi's place for takeout (idea's for take out too)
reply with your vote and what you thought of my first attempt at this…thank you for reading and I hope to make more
2 Part one of a series "intriguing possibilities"
By Elyzabeth (this is my writing name…)
Rated- R for strong language and sexual content between two women…if you wish not to read of homosexual relations, please turn back now…you have been warned…thank you…
Spoilers-season 8 up to Damage is done…but TPTB might do this so…carry on…
Summary-Kerry finally hooks up with the great gal that NBC hasn't thought of yet…morons…
Disclaimer-I do not, nor have I ever owned the ER characters, nor am I making any sort of profit from them except for "praise" for writing them…they all belong to the goons over at NBC and shale never be mine…that is all…
Dedicated to my love, Bobbi, whom although she doesn't know me, she still thinks greatly of me…and I love her for that…thank you and enjoy your reading…
Thursday, January 31, 2002
Ahhh…gotta love alcohol. Let's see. Today sucked. Yup it did. I tried something new my hair today. Since it's now long enough. Chen's first day back. Joy. Romano was an ass, but that was nothing new. Susan is now my "assistant." Once again. Joy. And this homeless guys dog kept following me all day. The odd part is that at the end of the day, the guy died and now Stinky, the dog, is lying on the end of my bed sleeping. He's probably the best thing I've brought home in a while. Ha. That's really sad. I think the last man I brought home was Carter and he lived in my fucking basement and that was over 3 years ago. Sandy was the last chick I brought home and that was a crock of shit. Frank told me I was going to hell for being gay. You know what I think? Why can't Frank go to hell for being a pain in the ass? Why couldn't Randi have been working today? At least she's got a nice rack. Oh. My. God. Did I just say that Randi has a nice rack?! Holy shit! Well, she does. And a nice figure too. Damn, too bad we work together. She'd probably be a good lay. Shit. Why am I thinking about Randi? Ok then. That's enough for tonight. Time to sleep. G'night Stinky.
Friday, February 1, 2002
As I walk into the ER, I feel like shit. *Damn, I never should have gotten plastered on a work night. Bad idea.* there's a fair amount of people standing around the admit desk. Susan, Carter, Gallant, Randi, and a few various nurses. *Damn, she does have a nice rack.* I look for the closest door, hoping it's the lounge door. Suddenly, it's quite warm in here. I blame it on this damn coat. Kim called it my "paddington coat", since it looks like Paddington Bear's coat. Ahh. Kim. Well that's is so over. Randi on the other hand… why the hell do I keep thinking about Randi? She is so not gay. Well maybe she is. Hmmm… as I'm pondering this, speak of the devil, Randi walks in.
"Good morning Dr. Weaver." Randi says going to the coffeepot and filling up her mug.
"Morning Randi." I reply not turning away from my locker.
"Just getting on?"
"Yea, 12 hour shift."
"Me, too. See you later." Randi says turning around and exiting the lounge.
That, was weird. Just as I'm about to leave the lounge myself, Randi walks back in.
"Hey dr. weaver. I was kinda wondering, since I heard and all, if umm…maybe sometime…. You'd wanna uh…go out sometime?" she finally sputters out.
My gaydar must be on a major fritz. Did Randi Froznack just ask me out?!
"Your gay?"
"Bisexual actually. I've always had something of a crush on you but I always thought you were straight. Until that firefighter kissed you. I mean, I knew about the whole Legaspi thing, but…that kiss in the hall, totally gave it away. "
"Oh, um, ok. Yea, sure Randi, I'd love to go out sometime. You pick the time and the place and I'll be there, providing of course that I'm not working."
"Really?! Great, um, I'll let you know once I figure it out." Randi says, with the utmost excitement in her voice. As she walks out the door I hear her whisper. "wow."
God, I was going to go out on a date with Randi. Cool.
Ok…here's where I want some input…time to vote…
When should Randi ask to go out?
a-that night after both of their shifts
b-the next night-a Saturday
c-the next week
where should they go?
a-a bar
b-a nice restaurant-NOT doc magoo's (names needed if this is chosen)
c- randi's place for a nice home cooked meal
d-randi's place for takeout (idea's for take out too)
reply with your vote and what you thought of my first attempt at this…thank you for reading and I hope to make more
