Title: Comforting Thoughts
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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Carter strolled into the ER for the second time that day. He was wearing new clothes and was feeling very fresh after taking a nice, warm shower and putting on some clean clothes. He walked up to Randi.
"Hello, Randi, do you know where Abby is?" he asked.
"How would I know? God, why do people keep asking me where everyone and everything is? What am I, the information desk?" she ranted.
"Uh, actually, Randi, you…kind of are," Carter replied, cautiously.
She pouted as she realized this and pointed to the Lounge. "She's in there."
Carter smiled. "Thanks." He walked over to the Lounge and pushed open the doors to find Abby putting on her coat.
She turned and smiled. "Hey, just in time. I was about to go outside and wait for you."
"Well, no need for that now. You ready?"
She nodded and walked toward him and they left the Lounge, yelling a quick good-bye to Randi who didn't reply. They walked out of the ER and Abby shivered. Carter looked at her.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little chilly out here, that's all," she replied.
He thought for a moment. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She looked up at him and put on a small smile as they walked over to Doc Magoo's. They went inside and sat at a booth. It was slow that night and a waitress came hopping up to their table.
"What can I get you?" she asked, pen in hand.
"Uh, I'll have a slice of apple pie and a cup of coffee," Carter told her. He looked at Abby.
"I'll have the same. Oh, but make my coffee black," she said.
The waitress nodded and walked away.
"So, how were things after I left?" Carter asked.
"We had a couple of traumas, but other than that, nothing much."
"What about Dave? Does he look like he's doing okay?"
"I don't know…I mean, he acts like it, but who knows what's going on his mind."
"Yeah, well…"
"Here are your orders!" the waitress exclaimed, walking back up to their table. "Two slices of apple pie, and two coffees, one black, one regular."
"Thanks," Carter and Abby said in unison. The waitress walked away once again to go chat with the cashier.
"How's your pie?" Carter asked, digging into his slice.
Abby nodded. "It's good."
"Yeah, mine too…and your coffee?"
Abby gave him a look. "This small talk is getting us nowhere."
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"I don't know…Survivor?"
"Oh, no, not that again," he groaned.
"Well, why not? I like that show!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever you say," he replied as she laughed.
"Why, what do you watch?"
"I don't know…I don't watch a lot of TV."
"See? If you watched it, you'd probably like it!"
"I watch Friends sometimes."
"Well, at least you have some taste," she teased.
He rolled his eyes and realized that in the small amount of time, they had both finished their coffee and pie. Abby, too, had realized this and she stood up and stretched. Carter stood up as well.
"Uh, I'll pick up the check," he offered.
"No, you don't have to do that…"
"Hey, it's on me," he said, firmly.
Abby smiled, giving up. "Okay, then, get over there and pay the check."
Carter laughed and did as he was told. Abby waited until he was finished and they walked out of Doc's together.
"So…can I give you a ride home or something?" he asked.
"Uh, well, actually…" Abby started.
"Abby!" a voice called out, cutting her off.
Both she and Carter turned their heads to see who it was.
"Luka," Abby said, unenthusiastically.
"Do you need a ride?" Luka asked, running up to the two. He gave a curt nod to Carter, to acknowledge his presence. Carter nodded back.
"Um, no thanks, I'm okay," Abby said to Luka.
"Are you sure? I heard about what happened to Dave, I don't think it's safe for you to be walking home by yourself."
"Luka, really, I'm okay. I've got a ride," she said, motioning to Carter, whose face lit up.
"Oh…alright then…well, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Abby, Carter," he said, seemingly dejected. He walked away toward his car, leaving Abby and Carter in front of the restaurant.
"Sorry," Abby said, embarrassed.
"What are you sorry for? Luka was just being polite," Carter replied.
Abby smiled to herself. "Uh, so where's my ride?"
Carter cocked his head at her. "Your chariot awaits, princess."
"Can you turn that off?" Carter yelled, over the radio. He looked over at Abby who was raving in her seat. She stopped and looked at him as if he was insane.
"Are you kidding? Pearl Jam is the best!" she yelled back, resuming her raving.
"Uh…isn't it a little loud? And it's not exactly what I had in mind!"
"What? How can you not like listening to Pearl Jam? They rock!"
"Uh, well, I…" Carter started to yell back, but the song ended and Abby turned off the radio.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"There you go, Mr. Boring," Abby joked.
"Hey, so I don't like Pearl Jam," he replied.
"Do you like anything that I like?"
"I doubt it," Carter teased.
Abby snorted. "Yeah, you're probably right."
They pulled up to Abby's apartment building. They sat in the car in silence for a moment.
"Uh, do you…want me to walk you to your apartment?"
"Sure, that'd be nice," Abby replied.
They got out of the car, entered the apartment complex and walked up the stairs to her floor.
"You must be glad you could get your old apartment back, huh?"
"Yeah, it's great. I'm glad that freak Brian decided to move out. I was getting nervous."
"It doesn't bother you to be in the same place, then, right?"
"You know, for some reason, I actually find it comforting."
"Huh," Carter grunted.
"I know it sounds crazy…"
"No, no, that's not it, I'm just thinking."
"Really…what are you thinking about?"
"Curtain three," he said, matter-of-factly.
Abby pursed her lips and nodded as they continued up the stairs.
"Oh, look, we're here," Abby said, changing the subject.
"I had a nice time with you tonight," Carter said.
"Hey, it wasn't fancy or anything, just some pie at the dump across the street from the place we work," Abby replied, unlocking her door and opening it.
"It was still nice, though," Carter said, sweetly.
She looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it was."
They shifted uncomfortably and looked around. Their eyes connected again. Carter bent down and his lips softly brushed Abby's. He started to pull back, but Abby put her arm around his shoulder and pulled his lips back toward hers and passionately kissed him. He deepened it and she started to pull him into her apartment until a loud noise interrupted. They pulled apart and looked around. It was Abby's new neighbor. She had come out to take her and her husband's dirty clothes to the laundry room.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dears, I didn't mean to interrupt you," she said.
"Don't worry about it, Mrs. Hamilton," Abby told her, blushing.
"Well, Abby, I will see you later," Mrs. Hamilton said, walking away.
Carter and Abby looked back at each other and smiled.
"Uh, well, I guess I should be going…" Carter started. "I'll see you tomorrow, though."
Abby nodded, wishing that he would stay. He looked as though he was going to walk away, but he leaned down and kissed Abby on the cheek. She blushed some more.
"Good night, Abby," he whispered in her ear. He then walked back down the stairs, leaving Abby in front of her door, touching her lips with one hand and her cheek with the other, beaming broadly. She shook out of her trance and walked over to the window at the end of the hall, just in time to see Carter climb into his car and peel away. She walked back to her apartment, this time entering it, and ran to her room and jumped onto her bed. She breathed in deeply and exhaled happily. To Abby, John Carter's kisses were the sweetest thing.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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Carter strolled into the ER for the second time that day. He was wearing new clothes and was feeling very fresh after taking a nice, warm shower and putting on some clean clothes. He walked up to Randi.
"Hello, Randi, do you know where Abby is?" he asked.
"How would I know? God, why do people keep asking me where everyone and everything is? What am I, the information desk?" she ranted.
"Uh, actually, Randi, you…kind of are," Carter replied, cautiously.
She pouted as she realized this and pointed to the Lounge. "She's in there."
Carter smiled. "Thanks." He walked over to the Lounge and pushed open the doors to find Abby putting on her coat.
She turned and smiled. "Hey, just in time. I was about to go outside and wait for you."
"Well, no need for that now. You ready?"
She nodded and walked toward him and they left the Lounge, yelling a quick good-bye to Randi who didn't reply. They walked out of the ER and Abby shivered. Carter looked at her.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little chilly out here, that's all," she replied.
He thought for a moment. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She looked up at him and put on a small smile as they walked over to Doc Magoo's. They went inside and sat at a booth. It was slow that night and a waitress came hopping up to their table.
"What can I get you?" she asked, pen in hand.
"Uh, I'll have a slice of apple pie and a cup of coffee," Carter told her. He looked at Abby.
"I'll have the same. Oh, but make my coffee black," she said.
The waitress nodded and walked away.
"So, how were things after I left?" Carter asked.
"We had a couple of traumas, but other than that, nothing much."
"What about Dave? Does he look like he's doing okay?"
"I don't know…I mean, he acts like it, but who knows what's going on his mind."
"Yeah, well…"
"Here are your orders!" the waitress exclaimed, walking back up to their table. "Two slices of apple pie, and two coffees, one black, one regular."
"Thanks," Carter and Abby said in unison. The waitress walked away once again to go chat with the cashier.
"How's your pie?" Carter asked, digging into his slice.
Abby nodded. "It's good."
"Yeah, mine too…and your coffee?"
Abby gave him a look. "This small talk is getting us nowhere."
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"I don't know…Survivor?"
"Oh, no, not that again," he groaned.
"Well, why not? I like that show!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever you say," he replied as she laughed.
"Why, what do you watch?"
"I don't know…I don't watch a lot of TV."
"See? If you watched it, you'd probably like it!"
"I watch Friends sometimes."
"Well, at least you have some taste," she teased.
He rolled his eyes and realized that in the small amount of time, they had both finished their coffee and pie. Abby, too, had realized this and she stood up and stretched. Carter stood up as well.
"Uh, I'll pick up the check," he offered.
"No, you don't have to do that…"
"Hey, it's on me," he said, firmly.
Abby smiled, giving up. "Okay, then, get over there and pay the check."
Carter laughed and did as he was told. Abby waited until he was finished and they walked out of Doc's together.
"So…can I give you a ride home or something?" he asked.
"Uh, well, actually…" Abby started.
"Abby!" a voice called out, cutting her off.
Both she and Carter turned their heads to see who it was.
"Luka," Abby said, unenthusiastically.
"Do you need a ride?" Luka asked, running up to the two. He gave a curt nod to Carter, to acknowledge his presence. Carter nodded back.
"Um, no thanks, I'm okay," Abby said to Luka.
"Are you sure? I heard about what happened to Dave, I don't think it's safe for you to be walking home by yourself."
"Luka, really, I'm okay. I've got a ride," she said, motioning to Carter, whose face lit up.
"Oh…alright then…well, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Abby, Carter," he said, seemingly dejected. He walked away toward his car, leaving Abby and Carter in front of the restaurant.
"Sorry," Abby said, embarrassed.
"What are you sorry for? Luka was just being polite," Carter replied.
Abby smiled to herself. "Uh, so where's my ride?"
Carter cocked his head at her. "Your chariot awaits, princess."
"Can you turn that off?" Carter yelled, over the radio. He looked over at Abby who was raving in her seat. She stopped and looked at him as if he was insane.
"Are you kidding? Pearl Jam is the best!" she yelled back, resuming her raving.
"Uh…isn't it a little loud? And it's not exactly what I had in mind!"
"What? How can you not like listening to Pearl Jam? They rock!"
"Uh, well, I…" Carter started to yell back, but the song ended and Abby turned off the radio.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"There you go, Mr. Boring," Abby joked.
"Hey, so I don't like Pearl Jam," he replied.
"Do you like anything that I like?"
"I doubt it," Carter teased.
Abby snorted. "Yeah, you're probably right."
They pulled up to Abby's apartment building. They sat in the car in silence for a moment.
"Uh, do you…want me to walk you to your apartment?"
"Sure, that'd be nice," Abby replied.
They got out of the car, entered the apartment complex and walked up the stairs to her floor.
"You must be glad you could get your old apartment back, huh?"
"Yeah, it's great. I'm glad that freak Brian decided to move out. I was getting nervous."
"It doesn't bother you to be in the same place, then, right?"
"You know, for some reason, I actually find it comforting."
"Huh," Carter grunted.
"I know it sounds crazy…"
"No, no, that's not it, I'm just thinking."
"Really…what are you thinking about?"
"Curtain three," he said, matter-of-factly.
Abby pursed her lips and nodded as they continued up the stairs.
"Oh, look, we're here," Abby said, changing the subject.
"I had a nice time with you tonight," Carter said.
"Hey, it wasn't fancy or anything, just some pie at the dump across the street from the place we work," Abby replied, unlocking her door and opening it.
"It was still nice, though," Carter said, sweetly.
She looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it was."
They shifted uncomfortably and looked around. Their eyes connected again. Carter bent down and his lips softly brushed Abby's. He started to pull back, but Abby put her arm around his shoulder and pulled his lips back toward hers and passionately kissed him. He deepened it and she started to pull him into her apartment until a loud noise interrupted. They pulled apart and looked around. It was Abby's new neighbor. She had come out to take her and her husband's dirty clothes to the laundry room.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dears, I didn't mean to interrupt you," she said.
"Don't worry about it, Mrs. Hamilton," Abby told her, blushing.
"Well, Abby, I will see you later," Mrs. Hamilton said, walking away.
Carter and Abby looked back at each other and smiled.
"Uh, well, I guess I should be going…" Carter started. "I'll see you tomorrow, though."
Abby nodded, wishing that he would stay. He looked as though he was going to walk away, but he leaned down and kissed Abby on the cheek. She blushed some more.
"Good night, Abby," he whispered in her ear. He then walked back down the stairs, leaving Abby in front of her door, touching her lips with one hand and her cheek with the other, beaming broadly. She shook out of her trance and walked over to the window at the end of the hall, just in time to see Carter climb into his car and peel away. She walked back to her apartment, this time entering it, and ran to her room and jumped onto her bed. She breathed in deeply and exhaled happily. To Abby, John Carter's kisses were the sweetest thing.