Title: Qué Deseo?
Author: Rob - fatabbot@btinternet.com
Archive: Not without permission please
Category: Carter/Abby
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Probably up to about 'Quo Vadis,' I'm not too sure.
Author's notes: I've had this fic in my head since before Christmas and I've done everything but write it. Fortunately, because it was driving me nuts, I've got the first part finished. New chapters (if there are any) will probably take awhile, my fic writing is sporadic ;)
Disclaimer: The characters used in this story are not owned by myself. I'm just borrowing them, and I promise to give them back.
Summary: Abby drops a bomb on Carter
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Qué Deseo?
Chapter 1 - Can Anybody Fly This Thing?
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December 2001
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"I don't understand it. He's never done anything like this before," the patient said, nursing a cut and bloody hand.
"Uh-huh," John Truman Carter sat, pretending to be interested, cleaning the wound. He had been on for seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes and counting. All he wanted now was a bed, any bed, and a pager that never went off.
"It's strange, he's been my dog for... like ten years. I don't understand why he would just jump me like that."
"Well Mr Peterson sometimes dogs do attack their owners for no reason. I have no idea why."
"You a dog lover?"
"Erm well no not really," Carter said with a chuckle.
Mr Peterson looked down at his hand, "well I suppose this isn't going to persuade you to run over to the pet-shop."
"You could say that."
****
Carter walked into the exam room, faced with another new patient. Nineteen hours, fourteen minutes. In forty-four more minutes there was a chance he could slip out and head straight for his bed. He sat down and looked up at his patient, an elderly lady. "Hi Ms Friedel, I'm Dr. Carter. What seems to be the problem?"
"Hello Dr. Carter!" the woman boomed, Carter flinched. "I fell over and hit my head!"
"Oh dear," Carter said sympathetically, "How did that happen?"
"Well I was upstairs in my bedroom making the beds when I noticed that the clock on my bedside cabinet had stopped working. So I went downstairs to find some batteries and..." The old woman continued with a long-winded anecdote while Carter, staring at his chart, slowly drew closer and closer to sleep. His body was finally giving in to the trials of the day. A sharp nudge in his back forced his head back up again and he blinked several times to ensure that he wouldn't drift off. He focused on the old woman and caught the last part of her story, "...and when I went to carry the wash basket up the stairs I tripped on the step and hit my head."
Carter blinked a few more times and stood up, "well let me just take a look at you then." He looked up from the woman and glanced around the room, Haleh stood opposite him with a large smirk on her face, looking at someone standing behind him. He turned his head slightly and could make out the form of Susan Lewis, obviously the person who had woken him. After doing the doctor thing he practically ran to the lounge, with Susan following closely behind.
Collapsing on one of the chairs he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. "Please let me die."
Susan laughed, "How long have you been on for?"
"You really don't want to know."
"What are you doing when you get off?"
"You mean if I ever get off?"
"Yeah right. What are you doing if you ever get off?"
"I am going to go home, have a shower, and then sleep. Preferably never to wake up again."
"Oh... ok, " Susan said, "I thought we could have dinner but if you don't think you're up to it..."
"Maybe tomorrow," John interrupted, the gentlemanly side of him had died about six hours ago. She wasn't going to play the sympathy card on him.
****
After practically crawling up the steps, he arrived at his apartment. The shower he had took longer than he had hoped, he almost fell asleep several times standing up. He fell into bed and let out a long, relieved sigh. He closed his eyes and thought of nothing but the rest he was about to receive... Then the phone rang.
He thought for awhile about whether he should answer it, for fear that it would be Weaver, begging him to come in again, but he dismissed it because if the ER needed him in they would have paged him. So that meant it could be one of his parents. With that thought he hauled himself out of bed and dragged his body over to the phone. By the time he got there the answering machine clicked into action. He sighed again and sat up against the wall.
"Erm... John? Its Abby. Susan said you had gone home, I guess you're not in yet. Listen I have something important to tell you. I'm off in three hours, so meet me in Doc's at 4:30. It's important John. Okay bye."
The machine clicked again. Normally the sound of Abby's voice on his answer phone would evoke all sorts of emotions from him and would tie his stomach in knots. His fatigue had a strong hold on him however, and he just sat against the wall plain-faced. Why should she bring out anything in him anyways? Besides he was with Susan now.
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John's eyes opened abruptly and it took him a few seconds to realise where he was. He was still sitting next to his phone, with his bed covers wrapped around his legs. He stared absently around the room before he remembered Abby's message. What time was it? Looking around desperately he noticed in the mirror that his alarm clock said 4:15. It was going to be tight, but he could still make it. It had better be important though. It had to be damn important to keep him from his well-earned slumber.
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Carter pulled up outside Doc Magoo's and ran through the door, ten minutes late. Why was it that whenever you were in a hurry the traffic decided to be bad, or the lights always changed to red just as you approached them? He looked around half-heartedly expecting Abby to have left, she wasn't the type to wait around and there was no way she would wait around for him. Beginning to turn away he spied her, sitting with her back to him on the other side of the room. He breathed in slowly and contemplated walking out, then he thought about what he was going to say her. He decided to just let her speak, seeing as she had something important to tell him.
He felt his anxiety growing as he approached her, sipping a diet soda with an unlit cigarette in her head. She looked content, from behind anyway.
He stopped a few feet from her and said softly, "are you going to smoke that already?"
Abby jumped and turned to face him, wide-eyed and ready to pounce. She relaxed when she saw who the culprit was, a smile played on the corners of her mouth, "hi."
"Well?" Carter repeated his question, Abby looked at the cigarette, then back up at him, not saying anything. "Well if you're not going to I will," he reached out to take the cigarette from her hand but she flinched away.
"Actually I'd rather you didn't," she said firmly and stubbed it into the table before letting it drop to the floor. John sat opposite her.
"So how are you?" For some reason John thought it was necessary to go ahead with pleasantries, something that he and Abby had never really bothered with before.
"OK I guess, You?"
"Very tired, actually I was just about to sleep when you called, then I fell asleep anyway." He saw a smile play on her lips again.
"How's Susan?"
Carter flinched, he hadn't told her that they were dating, and it was never his plan for her to find out through the grapevine. He could never find the right time to tell her, hell, he couldn't even find the right time to talk to her. "Abby I'm sorry, I was going to tell you about it I just didn't know how." He tried to sound as sincere as possible, "besides it's more about friendship than anything." Abby laughed when she heard this. "What?"
"Nothing... It's just, no nothing."
Silence crept back between them and Carter looked down at the table, a little angered at her reaction. "I know you don't like her..."
"It's got nothing to do with me Carter she's your girlfriend..."
"Then what's so funny about it then?"
"Nothing I told you."
"No don't try and pass this off, tell me what you think."
"Why are you so bothered about what I think?"
Damn. She caught him there, why was he bothered? He couldn't even answer that question to himself let alone to her. He hesitated, "...look I didn't come here to fight with you about Susan, in fact you made me come out here. Don't tell me that you made me miss out on a good nights sleep just because you'd found out about me and Sus..."
"John I'm pregnant..." she burst in. John could only stare at her wide-mouthed. "It's yours." She said it as an answer to a question, but he could not remember saying anything. This was too much, surely it was a dream?
"Abby...?" He felt like such an idiot. He could have been all calm and composed. Buried his shock under a cool exterior. Instead all he could do was mutter her name inquisitively and leave his jaw agape.
"I'm pregnant with your baby John. Eight weeks..." She stared at him intensely, she didn't know what he was going to say, she didn't know what he was going to do, she didn't know what she wanted him to say or do. It was completely up in the air.
"But we only did it once." Carter said, and immediately felt like the stupidest person on the planet.
Abby couldn't help but smile, and she said with a small chuckle, "Well that's all it takes John."
Carter smiled but his face quickly grew solemn, "What do you want me to do?"
He caught her off guard with that, but she regained her composure quickly. "I think you should think about what you want to do." Carter nodded and she got up to leave, "I'd better go."
"No. Please. Stay."
She turned and smiled before saying, "get some sleep Carter. You look like hell..."
Author: Rob - fatabbot@btinternet.com
Archive: Not without permission please
Category: Carter/Abby
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Probably up to about 'Quo Vadis,' I'm not too sure.
Author's notes: I've had this fic in my head since before Christmas and I've done everything but write it. Fortunately, because it was driving me nuts, I've got the first part finished. New chapters (if there are any) will probably take awhile, my fic writing is sporadic ;)
Disclaimer: The characters used in this story are not owned by myself. I'm just borrowing them, and I promise to give them back.
Summary: Abby drops a bomb on Carter
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Qué Deseo?
Chapter 1 - Can Anybody Fly This Thing?
****
December 2001
****
"I don't understand it. He's never done anything like this before," the patient said, nursing a cut and bloody hand.
"Uh-huh," John Truman Carter sat, pretending to be interested, cleaning the wound. He had been on for seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes and counting. All he wanted now was a bed, any bed, and a pager that never went off.
"It's strange, he's been my dog for... like ten years. I don't understand why he would just jump me like that."
"Well Mr Peterson sometimes dogs do attack their owners for no reason. I have no idea why."
"You a dog lover?"
"Erm well no not really," Carter said with a chuckle.
Mr Peterson looked down at his hand, "well I suppose this isn't going to persuade you to run over to the pet-shop."
"You could say that."
****
Carter walked into the exam room, faced with another new patient. Nineteen hours, fourteen minutes. In forty-four more minutes there was a chance he could slip out and head straight for his bed. He sat down and looked up at his patient, an elderly lady. "Hi Ms Friedel, I'm Dr. Carter. What seems to be the problem?"
"Hello Dr. Carter!" the woman boomed, Carter flinched. "I fell over and hit my head!"
"Oh dear," Carter said sympathetically, "How did that happen?"
"Well I was upstairs in my bedroom making the beds when I noticed that the clock on my bedside cabinet had stopped working. So I went downstairs to find some batteries and..." The old woman continued with a long-winded anecdote while Carter, staring at his chart, slowly drew closer and closer to sleep. His body was finally giving in to the trials of the day. A sharp nudge in his back forced his head back up again and he blinked several times to ensure that he wouldn't drift off. He focused on the old woman and caught the last part of her story, "...and when I went to carry the wash basket up the stairs I tripped on the step and hit my head."
Carter blinked a few more times and stood up, "well let me just take a look at you then." He looked up from the woman and glanced around the room, Haleh stood opposite him with a large smirk on her face, looking at someone standing behind him. He turned his head slightly and could make out the form of Susan Lewis, obviously the person who had woken him. After doing the doctor thing he practically ran to the lounge, with Susan following closely behind.
Collapsing on one of the chairs he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. "Please let me die."
Susan laughed, "How long have you been on for?"
"You really don't want to know."
"What are you doing when you get off?"
"You mean if I ever get off?"
"Yeah right. What are you doing if you ever get off?"
"I am going to go home, have a shower, and then sleep. Preferably never to wake up again."
"Oh... ok, " Susan said, "I thought we could have dinner but if you don't think you're up to it..."
"Maybe tomorrow," John interrupted, the gentlemanly side of him had died about six hours ago. She wasn't going to play the sympathy card on him.
****
After practically crawling up the steps, he arrived at his apartment. The shower he had took longer than he had hoped, he almost fell asleep several times standing up. He fell into bed and let out a long, relieved sigh. He closed his eyes and thought of nothing but the rest he was about to receive... Then the phone rang.
He thought for awhile about whether he should answer it, for fear that it would be Weaver, begging him to come in again, but he dismissed it because if the ER needed him in they would have paged him. So that meant it could be one of his parents. With that thought he hauled himself out of bed and dragged his body over to the phone. By the time he got there the answering machine clicked into action. He sighed again and sat up against the wall.
"Erm... John? Its Abby. Susan said you had gone home, I guess you're not in yet. Listen I have something important to tell you. I'm off in three hours, so meet me in Doc's at 4:30. It's important John. Okay bye."
The machine clicked again. Normally the sound of Abby's voice on his answer phone would evoke all sorts of emotions from him and would tie his stomach in knots. His fatigue had a strong hold on him however, and he just sat against the wall plain-faced. Why should she bring out anything in him anyways? Besides he was with Susan now.
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John's eyes opened abruptly and it took him a few seconds to realise where he was. He was still sitting next to his phone, with his bed covers wrapped around his legs. He stared absently around the room before he remembered Abby's message. What time was it? Looking around desperately he noticed in the mirror that his alarm clock said 4:15. It was going to be tight, but he could still make it. It had better be important though. It had to be damn important to keep him from his well-earned slumber.
****
Carter pulled up outside Doc Magoo's and ran through the door, ten minutes late. Why was it that whenever you were in a hurry the traffic decided to be bad, or the lights always changed to red just as you approached them? He looked around half-heartedly expecting Abby to have left, she wasn't the type to wait around and there was no way she would wait around for him. Beginning to turn away he spied her, sitting with her back to him on the other side of the room. He breathed in slowly and contemplated walking out, then he thought about what he was going to say her. He decided to just let her speak, seeing as she had something important to tell him.
He felt his anxiety growing as he approached her, sipping a diet soda with an unlit cigarette in her head. She looked content, from behind anyway.
He stopped a few feet from her and said softly, "are you going to smoke that already?"
Abby jumped and turned to face him, wide-eyed and ready to pounce. She relaxed when she saw who the culprit was, a smile played on the corners of her mouth, "hi."
"Well?" Carter repeated his question, Abby looked at the cigarette, then back up at him, not saying anything. "Well if you're not going to I will," he reached out to take the cigarette from her hand but she flinched away.
"Actually I'd rather you didn't," she said firmly and stubbed it into the table before letting it drop to the floor. John sat opposite her.
"So how are you?" For some reason John thought it was necessary to go ahead with pleasantries, something that he and Abby had never really bothered with before.
"OK I guess, You?"
"Very tired, actually I was just about to sleep when you called, then I fell asleep anyway." He saw a smile play on her lips again.
"How's Susan?"
Carter flinched, he hadn't told her that they were dating, and it was never his plan for her to find out through the grapevine. He could never find the right time to tell her, hell, he couldn't even find the right time to talk to her. "Abby I'm sorry, I was going to tell you about it I just didn't know how." He tried to sound as sincere as possible, "besides it's more about friendship than anything." Abby laughed when she heard this. "What?"
"Nothing... It's just, no nothing."
Silence crept back between them and Carter looked down at the table, a little angered at her reaction. "I know you don't like her..."
"It's got nothing to do with me Carter she's your girlfriend..."
"Then what's so funny about it then?"
"Nothing I told you."
"No don't try and pass this off, tell me what you think."
"Why are you so bothered about what I think?"
Damn. She caught him there, why was he bothered? He couldn't even answer that question to himself let alone to her. He hesitated, "...look I didn't come here to fight with you about Susan, in fact you made me come out here. Don't tell me that you made me miss out on a good nights sleep just because you'd found out about me and Sus..."
"John I'm pregnant..." she burst in. John could only stare at her wide-mouthed. "It's yours." She said it as an answer to a question, but he could not remember saying anything. This was too much, surely it was a dream?
"Abby...?" He felt like such an idiot. He could have been all calm and composed. Buried his shock under a cool exterior. Instead all he could do was mutter her name inquisitively and leave his jaw agape.
"I'm pregnant with your baby John. Eight weeks..." She stared at him intensely, she didn't know what he was going to say, she didn't know what he was going to do, she didn't know what she wanted him to say or do. It was completely up in the air.
"But we only did it once." Carter said, and immediately felt like the stupidest person on the planet.
Abby couldn't help but smile, and she said with a small chuckle, "Well that's all it takes John."
Carter smiled but his face quickly grew solemn, "What do you want me to do?"
He caught her off guard with that, but she regained her composure quickly. "I think you should think about what you want to do." Carter nodded and she got up to leave, "I'd better go."
"No. Please. Stay."
She turned and smiled before saying, "get some sleep Carter. You look like hell..."
