Hope you enjoyed the last one. As you may have noted, my fics are v e r y cheesy, very fluffy-fuzzy though. I love it, the fuzz I mean. Hope you feel the same. ;)
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Recap:
She shook her head. "I want you to be happy." She kneaded one hand with the other. "If Susan is what makes you happy, them I'm glad. But if you're wasting your time with someone you share nothing with, then it doesn't make sense, Carter."
She looked at him, seeking something.
Carter leaned over and kissed her for a second on the lips. It wasn't any fireworks kiss, nothing Hollywood about it, but it wasn't intended to be. It showed her he felt the same.
"I need a shower," she said with a smile.
"Me, too."
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"She's driving me crazy," Carter laughed into the phone.
"You're just saying that," Abby answered with a light giggle.
"You should have seen her today, Abby," he said with another chuckle. "God, she kept flirting in traumas. I started avoiding her. Seriously."
She laughed again. "You're so lost."
"I am," he said. "You gotta help me, Abby."
"It's all you," she said.
They didn't say anything for a while. Just simply knowing that the other was on the phone at that very instant, somewhere in Chicago, or even on earth was enough at that moment. Silence was magic, and it was half of their relationship.
"I'm sick of being without you," she said.
Carter didn't believe what he'd heard. Part of him had, but the other wanted to hear more. Whether the news was good or bad, he wanted more.
"I'm sick of knowing that you're with Susan," she admitted. "I'll be the first to say it, and I'm not afraid to: I'm insanely jealous, John. I want to be with you."
He opened his mouth, but shrank back again at her voice.
"Give me a chance, please," she said. "I think we would be okay together - "
"We would," he broke in. "We're together, Abby."
"What?" she laughed.
"I'm breaking it up with her tonight," he said surely. He had gotten up from his comfortable position on his bed. He was just another kid then with his friend on the phone. Now he was astonishingly aware of everything. "It's over. I want to be with you."
"What?" she repeated.
"I don't want Susan," he said. "I want you."
"Go out to dinner with her," she said. "I'll see you later."
They said their emotionally-stricken good-byes and hung up. He was alone again in his room.
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"Still up for dinner tonight, Carter?"
He turned around, taking his hands off of his mouth, which stifled his yawn. "Sure am. You ready to go?"
"Yeah," Susan answered. "Just let me go get my coat."
He must have been a good actor. He didn't say anything to Susan about that day with Abby and she was still with him.
They walked out into the ER together, hand in hand. Cautious with Susan around, he had managed to let alone with Abby. He hadn't talked to her, but he had fitted a few smiles around the corner. Nothing more. He didn't know what to do anymore.
Dinner went by slowly. Susan talked about nothing. It wasn't exactly exciting anymore when all he thought about was getting Susan out of his head. He felt like he didn't want to be in a relationship. Not now.
They were at Susan's apartment when the clock rang eleven o'clock. He hadn't slept with her yet, and didn't intend to. He wanted to break it off before it got to the next level. He didn't want to do that with her if he didn't have any feeling for her.
They were on the floor, boredom-stricken with a floor full of cards. Susan was enjoying a game of Go Fish, and to her, he was also. She looked up at him suddenly and spoke.
"I love you," she said simply.
He froze. "What?"
"I love you," she said with a smile. "I love you."
"Oh, Susan," he said. What should he say? He didn't love her! He couldn't say the same thing back. "Susan, I gotta say something."
"What?" Her eyes suddenly took on hurt and awaited his voice.
He began to pick up the cards. "You're a great friend," he said. "You're a great friend. I want to be your friend. I think that's all I could ever be."
She drew a hand to her mouth. When she was aware of her hand there, she stood up to hide her face.
"Susan," he said. "I'm sorry."
"Someone else?"
He shook his head. "Never. I'm not like that."
"Is it Abby?"
He looked at his shoes. "What do you want me to say to that?"
"Have you been with Abby? *Been* with her?"
"God, no," he said, looking slightly upset. "Susan, I don't do that."
She looked away and nodded. "But, is it Abby?" She nodded. "Stuck on her, I knew it."
"I'm not *stuck* on her," he insisted. He swallowed and picked up his coat. "But, I'm not stuck on you, and I know that you can't be stuck on me. You're a great person, and deserve a lot." He opened the door. "I'm sorry, Susan. I am stuck on her."
He walked briskly away from the apartment building. He didn't know *exactly* where he was, but he would figure it out. He searched the street signs, and ran all the way through the night. It was nearly midnight when he reached the place.
"What are you doing here Dr. Carter?" Haleh said.
"I don't know," he said. "I'm working."
"You have the rest of the night off," she said looking at a chart to her left. Squinting, the said, "and tomorrow."
"Let me work," he said.
Haleh raised her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"You shouldn't drink at eleven o'clock," Lydia laughed.
"I need to work," he said. "Give me anything. Anything. I need work."
"Diarrhea, times three," Chuny said, passing by with a chart. "Leave whenever you want."
He took it happily and walked into exam one in a glorious mood. He treated the patient, diagnosing and distributing a prescription wisely. After a few more patients he walked up to the desk with his coat around his shoulder. "I think that's all I needed, girls. Thanks."
"Well, you know what they say," Lily said, tittering. "A little poop and puke goes a long way."
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*A little poop and puke goes a long way...* Thank you, God, for my "writing talent."
=)
Hope you all liked it.
A little more about myself, as if anyone cared, for you. I wanted to tell you this, but you will all think I'm perverted and stop reading my fics.
I'm younger than most of you might suspect. Because of the content in my stories, I mean. You know that I write a little NC-17. I hope that you will continue to read my stories anyway. I enjoy writing. It sucks when your age is what people see first.
-me
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Recap:
She shook her head. "I want you to be happy." She kneaded one hand with the other. "If Susan is what makes you happy, them I'm glad. But if you're wasting your time with someone you share nothing with, then it doesn't make sense, Carter."
She looked at him, seeking something.
Carter leaned over and kissed her for a second on the lips. It wasn't any fireworks kiss, nothing Hollywood about it, but it wasn't intended to be. It showed her he felt the same.
"I need a shower," she said with a smile.
"Me, too."
-
"She's driving me crazy," Carter laughed into the phone.
"You're just saying that," Abby answered with a light giggle.
"You should have seen her today, Abby," he said with another chuckle. "God, she kept flirting in traumas. I started avoiding her. Seriously."
She laughed again. "You're so lost."
"I am," he said. "You gotta help me, Abby."
"It's all you," she said.
They didn't say anything for a while. Just simply knowing that the other was on the phone at that very instant, somewhere in Chicago, or even on earth was enough at that moment. Silence was magic, and it was half of their relationship.
"I'm sick of being without you," she said.
Carter didn't believe what he'd heard. Part of him had, but the other wanted to hear more. Whether the news was good or bad, he wanted more.
"I'm sick of knowing that you're with Susan," she admitted. "I'll be the first to say it, and I'm not afraid to: I'm insanely jealous, John. I want to be with you."
He opened his mouth, but shrank back again at her voice.
"Give me a chance, please," she said. "I think we would be okay together - "
"We would," he broke in. "We're together, Abby."
"What?" she laughed.
"I'm breaking it up with her tonight," he said surely. He had gotten up from his comfortable position on his bed. He was just another kid then with his friend on the phone. Now he was astonishingly aware of everything. "It's over. I want to be with you."
"What?" she repeated.
"I don't want Susan," he said. "I want you."
"Go out to dinner with her," she said. "I'll see you later."
They said their emotionally-stricken good-byes and hung up. He was alone again in his room.
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"Still up for dinner tonight, Carter?"
He turned around, taking his hands off of his mouth, which stifled his yawn. "Sure am. You ready to go?"
"Yeah," Susan answered. "Just let me go get my coat."
He must have been a good actor. He didn't say anything to Susan about that day with Abby and she was still with him.
They walked out into the ER together, hand in hand. Cautious with Susan around, he had managed to let alone with Abby. He hadn't talked to her, but he had fitted a few smiles around the corner. Nothing more. He didn't know what to do anymore.
Dinner went by slowly. Susan talked about nothing. It wasn't exactly exciting anymore when all he thought about was getting Susan out of his head. He felt like he didn't want to be in a relationship. Not now.
They were at Susan's apartment when the clock rang eleven o'clock. He hadn't slept with her yet, and didn't intend to. He wanted to break it off before it got to the next level. He didn't want to do that with her if he didn't have any feeling for her.
They were on the floor, boredom-stricken with a floor full of cards. Susan was enjoying a game of Go Fish, and to her, he was also. She looked up at him suddenly and spoke.
"I love you," she said simply.
He froze. "What?"
"I love you," she said with a smile. "I love you."
"Oh, Susan," he said. What should he say? He didn't love her! He couldn't say the same thing back. "Susan, I gotta say something."
"What?" Her eyes suddenly took on hurt and awaited his voice.
He began to pick up the cards. "You're a great friend," he said. "You're a great friend. I want to be your friend. I think that's all I could ever be."
She drew a hand to her mouth. When she was aware of her hand there, she stood up to hide her face.
"Susan," he said. "I'm sorry."
"Someone else?"
He shook his head. "Never. I'm not like that."
"Is it Abby?"
He looked at his shoes. "What do you want me to say to that?"
"Have you been with Abby? *Been* with her?"
"God, no," he said, looking slightly upset. "Susan, I don't do that."
She looked away and nodded. "But, is it Abby?" She nodded. "Stuck on her, I knew it."
"I'm not *stuck* on her," he insisted. He swallowed and picked up his coat. "But, I'm not stuck on you, and I know that you can't be stuck on me. You're a great person, and deserve a lot." He opened the door. "I'm sorry, Susan. I am stuck on her."
He walked briskly away from the apartment building. He didn't know *exactly* where he was, but he would figure it out. He searched the street signs, and ran all the way through the night. It was nearly midnight when he reached the place.
"What are you doing here Dr. Carter?" Haleh said.
"I don't know," he said. "I'm working."
"You have the rest of the night off," she said looking at a chart to her left. Squinting, the said, "and tomorrow."
"Let me work," he said.
Haleh raised her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"You shouldn't drink at eleven o'clock," Lydia laughed.
"I need to work," he said. "Give me anything. Anything. I need work."
"Diarrhea, times three," Chuny said, passing by with a chart. "Leave whenever you want."
He took it happily and walked into exam one in a glorious mood. He treated the patient, diagnosing and distributing a prescription wisely. After a few more patients he walked up to the desk with his coat around his shoulder. "I think that's all I needed, girls. Thanks."
"Well, you know what they say," Lily said, tittering. "A little poop and puke goes a long way."
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*A little poop and puke goes a long way...* Thank you, God, for my "writing talent."
=)
Hope you all liked it.
A little more about myself, as if anyone cared, for you. I wanted to tell you this, but you will all think I'm perverted and stop reading my fics.
I'm younger than most of you might suspect. Because of the content in my stories, I mean. You know that I write a little NC-17. I hope that you will continue to read my stories anyway. I enjoy writing. It sucks when your age is what people see first.
-me