**Note: Someone told me to leave this as a Carter/Kerry friendship fic…but I'm sorry…I have to take it one step further…maybe a few steps! Please don't beat me too badly!! :o) BTW, this gets a little steamy in this chapter so if you're not into it quit reading now.**



Like Mother, Like Daughter

Chapter 7



After their shift, Kerry and john walked out of the ER together. John looked at her and started to laugh. "Kerry, its 7:00 in the morning, where are we going to eat?" Kerry thought for a minute. "I know, there is a great little café over by my house…" John agreed and because neither of them had their cars, they decided to grab a cab. Kerry told the cabbie the name of the restaurant and the ride was almost silent. Both doctors were lost in their own thoughts and after a few attempts at jokes in broken English, the cabbie was also silent.

When they got to the café John paid the cabbie. Kerry offered half but he refused. They walked into the little shop, placed their orders and sat down. John stared into Kerry's eyes. Suddenly, he knew the time was perfect to tell him exactly how he felt about her. He opened his mouth to talk but Kerry beat him to it. "John, there's something you need to know." Kerry went on to say that for a while she had had feelings for him. She had tried to push them away but they were too strong.

John was shocked. He reached over and covered her hand with his own. "Kerry," he whispered…"I feel exactly the same" it was at that point a bond between the two was formed. As they ate, they talked. They spoke of Kerry's life in Africa and of how much she had loved it.

Before long, they were done eating and it was time to go. Once again, John insisted on paying the bill. He decided to walk Kerry home. When they got to her house, he looked at her and gently touched her cheek. "John…do you want to come in?" He nodded and she unlocked the door and went in first. He could see that the house was just the same as he remembered it. Kerry walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. John watched as she walked into the bedroom to change, he assumed. When she got to the doorway she gestured for him to follow her. "John" she whispered…"I need you" He took her in his arms and passion for each other ran high as they pulled at each other's clothes. Kerry's crutch fell to the floor but they both ignored it as it made an odd crack. John carried her to the bed where they stripped off their remaining clothes. Then he gently entered her and they made love passionately before falling asleep in each other's arms. When Kerry woke up, it was 1:00 in the afternoon.

"Shit…shit…John wake up!!" John woke with a start. "Wha-whats wrong…?" Kerry was frantically ripping the sheets off and she explained that the social worker was coming to inspect her house at 2:00. John jumped up and threw his clothes on. Kerry grabbed for her crutch but stared at it in dismay seeing that the plastic handle had snapped when it hit the floor. "I'll need a new one" she wailed. "I meant to get a replacement when the last one broke…oh well…screw it." She chucked the broken crutch in the closet and walked to the shower holding the wall for support. She yelled that she would only be 5 minutes. John watched her walk in there naked noticing just how pronounced her limp was without the crutch. He also noticed the huge bruise on her thigh where she hit the gurney.

John tidied up the bedroom and the kitchen noticing that as usual, Kerry's house was immaculate. He reheated a cup of coffee and sat down just as Kerry came out of the bedroom with her hair still wet. She walked over to the couch, visibly off-balanced and sat down. "As soon as this appointment is done, I'll take you downtown to get a replacement" John promised. Kerry nodded. She was surprised she had time to spare before the social worker showed up.

For the next 15 minutes they talked about the adoption and Emma. The girl would have a long road ahead of her and they both knew it. When the doorbell rang at precisely 2:00, they looked at each other before Kerry got up and walked to the door leaning on furniture and walls to keep her balanced.