Title: I've Been Half-Dead Missing You
Rating: G
Summary: Luka's wife gives him a lesson about learning how to love again
Feedback: Yes, I know it's short, I wrote it while I was in Pascal for goodness' sakes! Give me a break, but anyway, just review it please? Thanks
Disclaimer: ER and all its characters do not belong to me. They belong to NBC and all their related entities. Don't sue.
I've Been Half-Dead Missing You – By Genise A. Mora
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It was a sunny day in the park, the grass a vibrant green in the sun. Children ran around on the soccer field, their red and blue striped uniforms a blur as they all chased after the soccer ball.
Luka stood there, smiling as he watched his daughter, Amy, run along with the other children. She was just as she'd been three years ago, lanky yet graceful, her face bright with exertion and happiness.
"She's beautiful." He said simply, looking down towards his wife, Margie. She stood next to him, watching their daughter play. It was a dream, Luka had to remind himself, Margie and Amy had been dead for three years, yet he found himself believing in the dream, because he desperately wanted to.
"I know, Luka," Margie said with a smile before looking up at him. She was petite, with a glorious mane of gold, curly hair that she always complained about as unruly but Luka had always adored it. He now fingered some of it, rubbing it between his fingers to feel the texture.
"Daddy! Look!" Amy shouted towards them as she rushed by, soccer ball in her possession.
"I miss you both, Margie." He told her. He wasn't much for words in his dreams, neither of them were, but he always said that much.
"I know you do, Luka, but trying to kill yourself isn't going to bring us together any sooner." Margie replied.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," Margie answered sternly, "don't try to hide it, Luka, I've known you since our Mamas opened the bakery shop together." She took in a deep breath, "You can't work yourself to death. What happened to us was wrong, and tragic, I'll grant you that, but everything that happens always happens for a reason."
Luka turned away, looking at Amy as she sped along the grass. What an opportunity she would have had, to live in America, to have a chance at something great, he thought sadly.
The soccer game ended, a victory for Amy's team. She ran to him, throwing herself in his arms. She had her mother's hair and bone structure, but her eyes were exactly like Luka's. Brooding and thoughtful, Margie used to say.
She kissed him, rubbing the stubble on his cheek as she did when he'd come home late from the hospital and hadn't shaved.
"Take care, okay daddy?" She said, kissing him before wiggling out of his arms. She took Margie's hand, pulling her away as she waved at Luka.
"Live your life, Luka," Margie said softly, kissing him so softly that he barely felt it. "You can't save people if you're half dead."
= = = =
Luka opened his eyes, adjusting them to the sunlight that streamed in through the bedroom window. He groaned, not wanting to get up, knowing that it would be another tiresome and exhausting day at work. She shifted in the bed next to him, nestling further beneath the covers, her arms tightening around his waist as she laid her head on his chest.
He was surprised by the gesture, their relationship hadn't yet reached a level of security and comfort for, well, the simple act of cuddling. "I'm getting there, Abby," He whispered into her hair, "you'll see. I love you."
Rating: G
Summary: Luka's wife gives him a lesson about learning how to love again
Feedback: Yes, I know it's short, I wrote it while I was in Pascal for goodness' sakes! Give me a break, but anyway, just review it please? Thanks
Disclaimer: ER and all its characters do not belong to me. They belong to NBC and all their related entities. Don't sue.
I've Been Half-Dead Missing You – By Genise A. Mora
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It was a sunny day in the park, the grass a vibrant green in the sun. Children ran around on the soccer field, their red and blue striped uniforms a blur as they all chased after the soccer ball.
Luka stood there, smiling as he watched his daughter, Amy, run along with the other children. She was just as she'd been three years ago, lanky yet graceful, her face bright with exertion and happiness.
"She's beautiful." He said simply, looking down towards his wife, Margie. She stood next to him, watching their daughter play. It was a dream, Luka had to remind himself, Margie and Amy had been dead for three years, yet he found himself believing in the dream, because he desperately wanted to.
"I know, Luka," Margie said with a smile before looking up at him. She was petite, with a glorious mane of gold, curly hair that she always complained about as unruly but Luka had always adored it. He now fingered some of it, rubbing it between his fingers to feel the texture.
"Daddy! Look!" Amy shouted towards them as she rushed by, soccer ball in her possession.
"I miss you both, Margie." He told her. He wasn't much for words in his dreams, neither of them were, but he always said that much.
"I know you do, Luka, but trying to kill yourself isn't going to bring us together any sooner." Margie replied.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," Margie answered sternly, "don't try to hide it, Luka, I've known you since our Mamas opened the bakery shop together." She took in a deep breath, "You can't work yourself to death. What happened to us was wrong, and tragic, I'll grant you that, but everything that happens always happens for a reason."
Luka turned away, looking at Amy as she sped along the grass. What an opportunity she would have had, to live in America, to have a chance at something great, he thought sadly.
The soccer game ended, a victory for Amy's team. She ran to him, throwing herself in his arms. She had her mother's hair and bone structure, but her eyes were exactly like Luka's. Brooding and thoughtful, Margie used to say.
She kissed him, rubbing the stubble on his cheek as she did when he'd come home late from the hospital and hadn't shaved.
"Take care, okay daddy?" She said, kissing him before wiggling out of his arms. She took Margie's hand, pulling her away as she waved at Luka.
"Live your life, Luka," Margie said softly, kissing him so softly that he barely felt it. "You can't save people if you're half dead."
= = = =
Luka opened his eyes, adjusting them to the sunlight that streamed in through the bedroom window. He groaned, not wanting to get up, knowing that it would be another tiresome and exhausting day at work. She shifted in the bed next to him, nestling further beneath the covers, her arms tightening around his waist as she laid her head on his chest.
He was surprised by the gesture, their relationship hadn't yet reached a level of security and comfort for, well, the simple act of cuddling. "I'm getting there, Abby," He whispered into her hair, "you'll see. I love you."