Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, would you hurt me?
Warning: This fan fiction contains dialogue spoilers for upcoming ER episodes.
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"Yeah, really," Abby replied, nervously.
Luka eyed her for a moment and looked back at his beer. He shrugged and popped the cap.
"Okay," he said.
Abby gave a silent sigh of relief and smiled.
"Hey, maybe we should get that lock fixed up," Luka suggested.
"Uh, yeah, I think that would be a good idea," she replied. "I'll go get it."
She walked into the room they had put the boxes in, leaving Luka in the living room. Suddenly, she heard the door knock and gave a quick and nervous jump. She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she called to Luka, "Can you please get that?"
"Sure," he called back.
Luka walked over to the door and opened it to find Carter standing there with flowers in his hand.
"Carter? What are you doing here?" Luka asked.
"Uh, I came to see Abby…is she here?"
"Yeah, she's in the other room. Why don't you come in," Luka told him, opening the door wider so Carter could get in.
"Thanks," Carter replied with a lopsided smile. As he walked in, Abby walked out from the other room…holding a beer bottle.
Carter was in shock. He looked from the Abby to the beer bottle and back to Abby.
"Carter…Carter, I was…" Abby started.
"I was just checking to see if you were settled," Carter told her, putting the flowers down on a table. "Welcome home."
He took one last look at her and turned around, heading toward the door. As he left, he gave an angry look to Luka, who once again gave him a completely clueless look back.
Luka closed the door behind Carter and walked toward the table with the flowers on it.
"What was that about?" he asked.
Abby didn't speak. She simply shook her head. She was frozen to the spot, her knuckles white from holding the beer so tightly.
Luka cleared his throat. "He uh, he brought you dead flowers?"
Abby looked up at him. "They're dried flowers," she replied, saying the only thing she could of to say at the time. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Warning: This fan fiction contains dialogue spoilers for upcoming ER episodes.
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"Yeah, really," Abby replied, nervously.
Luka eyed her for a moment and looked back at his beer. He shrugged and popped the cap.
"Okay," he said.
Abby gave a silent sigh of relief and smiled.
"Hey, maybe we should get that lock fixed up," Luka suggested.
"Uh, yeah, I think that would be a good idea," she replied. "I'll go get it."
She walked into the room they had put the boxes in, leaving Luka in the living room. Suddenly, she heard the door knock and gave a quick and nervous jump. She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she called to Luka, "Can you please get that?"
"Sure," he called back.
Luka walked over to the door and opened it to find Carter standing there with flowers in his hand.
"Carter? What are you doing here?" Luka asked.
"Uh, I came to see Abby…is she here?"
"Yeah, she's in the other room. Why don't you come in," Luka told him, opening the door wider so Carter could get in.
"Thanks," Carter replied with a lopsided smile. As he walked in, Abby walked out from the other room…holding a beer bottle.
Carter was in shock. He looked from the Abby to the beer bottle and back to Abby.
"Carter…Carter, I was…" Abby started.
"I was just checking to see if you were settled," Carter told her, putting the flowers down on a table. "Welcome home."
He took one last look at her and turned around, heading toward the door. As he left, he gave an angry look to Luka, who once again gave him a completely clueless look back.
Luka closed the door behind Carter and walked toward the table with the flowers on it.
"What was that about?" he asked.
Abby didn't speak. She simply shook her head. She was frozen to the spot, her knuckles white from holding the beer so tightly.
Luka cleared his throat. "He uh, he brought you dead flowers?"
Abby looked up at him. "They're dried flowers," she replied, saying the only thing she could of to say at the time. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.