If you want my full review of tonight's episode, go to my website
(http://www.geocities.com/incognito0686) because I don't have the strength
to write everything out again. One thought though, I LOVED THE EPISODE! I
thought it was really great. Really angsty with Carter and Abby - but
everything worked out and they are in looove (uh-oh, I feel an Avril
Lavigne song coming on). So I need to go write in my live journal because
I'm having these weird mood swings that could be induced by a number of
things (which I prefer not to mention) or just the fact that I'm pissed off
at the guy I like because he's being an asshole. So here's chapter 8.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The ride up the elevator was done in silence as John watched the number light up as they went higher. There was only one other person with him, and she was silent as well. As they neared the fifteenth floor, Carter got antsy and leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator. When the door opened, he walked out and turned left down the hallway. He looked at his watch and realized it was already ten thirty. He had gotten into Fort Lauderdale at about eight thirty and had made really good time south considering he didn't really know where he was going, even though he had gotten directions from the rental car agent.
He finally reached the right door and hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on it. Not hearing any sound from the other side, he knocked again, but a little harder. Finally he heard her voice say "one minute" as footsteps coming towards the door.
"I told you I." Abby stopped mid-sentence as her head came around the door and she gasped. "Wow. What are you doing here? I thought it was room service again."
"I had to see you Abby."
"I told you not to come." Abby raised her eyebrows.
"I know."
"Fine, come in." Abby opened the door all the way to reveal that she was wearing only a bikini top and a pair of shorts.
"Were you on your way down to the beach?" Carter questioned.
"Actually yes."
"I want to talk to you." John said seriously.
"We have talked Carter." Abby insisted.
"No, I haven't said the right things." Carter interrupted. "If I had said the right things, you wouldn't have left and not told me where you went."
"I wanted you to trust me to make my own decisions. How can we have a relationship if we don't trust each other?"
"Why did you come here in the first place?" Carter asked, ignoring Abby's comment about trust. "Did you figure out what you wanted to figure out?"
"Actually I did." Abby said angrily. Then she softened and sat down on the bed and started to play with a piece of hair that had fallen out of her loose ponytail. "When I was with Luka, I would always feel sorry for myself, you were right about that. It was like having a relationship with myself and I needed someone to be there for me, and I guess that was being selfish. I thought I didn't deserve to have a good relationship because of Richard and my mother and then Luka."
As Abby let out this confession, tears started to fall from her eyes. Before she knew what was happening, Carter was beside her, hugging her, and comforting her. In a moment, they're faces were just inches apart.
"I love you Abby Lockhart." John whispered. Abby smiled as John wiped away one of her tears.
"I love you too, John Carter." A moment after their lips touched, John gently lowered her back onto the bed. She reached behind him to grasp his shoulders and bring him closer so that she could kiss him again. His shirt was gone in a few seconds and Carter was fumbling with the tie on Abby's top when she stopped him. "You know there was a reason I chose to come to Miami."
"Why's that?" John asked, kissing her bare collarbone.
"I was jealous of Susan's tan." Abby laughed. "Of course she's not going to need a tan when I get through with her for telling you where I was."
"It was my fault. I begged."
"I just hope there weren't sexual favors involved." Abby smirked.
"Just who do you think you're dealing with here?" John asked innocently. "I'm a professional remember."
"That's what I'm worried about." Abby giggled. Carter ran his hand through her hair as he kissed her to quiet her. "What about the beach?"
"Trust me, you won't regret this." John said, and finally untied the bikini.
"I trust you." Abby said seriously as she looked into his eyes. "I trust you."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The ride up the elevator was done in silence as John watched the number light up as they went higher. There was only one other person with him, and she was silent as well. As they neared the fifteenth floor, Carter got antsy and leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator. When the door opened, he walked out and turned left down the hallway. He looked at his watch and realized it was already ten thirty. He had gotten into Fort Lauderdale at about eight thirty and had made really good time south considering he didn't really know where he was going, even though he had gotten directions from the rental car agent.
He finally reached the right door and hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on it. Not hearing any sound from the other side, he knocked again, but a little harder. Finally he heard her voice say "one minute" as footsteps coming towards the door.
"I told you I." Abby stopped mid-sentence as her head came around the door and she gasped. "Wow. What are you doing here? I thought it was room service again."
"I had to see you Abby."
"I told you not to come." Abby raised her eyebrows.
"I know."
"Fine, come in." Abby opened the door all the way to reveal that she was wearing only a bikini top and a pair of shorts.
"Were you on your way down to the beach?" Carter questioned.
"Actually yes."
"I want to talk to you." John said seriously.
"We have talked Carter." Abby insisted.
"No, I haven't said the right things." Carter interrupted. "If I had said the right things, you wouldn't have left and not told me where you went."
"I wanted you to trust me to make my own decisions. How can we have a relationship if we don't trust each other?"
"Why did you come here in the first place?" Carter asked, ignoring Abby's comment about trust. "Did you figure out what you wanted to figure out?"
"Actually I did." Abby said angrily. Then she softened and sat down on the bed and started to play with a piece of hair that had fallen out of her loose ponytail. "When I was with Luka, I would always feel sorry for myself, you were right about that. It was like having a relationship with myself and I needed someone to be there for me, and I guess that was being selfish. I thought I didn't deserve to have a good relationship because of Richard and my mother and then Luka."
As Abby let out this confession, tears started to fall from her eyes. Before she knew what was happening, Carter was beside her, hugging her, and comforting her. In a moment, they're faces were just inches apart.
"I love you Abby Lockhart." John whispered. Abby smiled as John wiped away one of her tears.
"I love you too, John Carter." A moment after their lips touched, John gently lowered her back onto the bed. She reached behind him to grasp his shoulders and bring him closer so that she could kiss him again. His shirt was gone in a few seconds and Carter was fumbling with the tie on Abby's top when she stopped him. "You know there was a reason I chose to come to Miami."
"Why's that?" John asked, kissing her bare collarbone.
"I was jealous of Susan's tan." Abby laughed. "Of course she's not going to need a tan when I get through with her for telling you where I was."
"It was my fault. I begged."
"I just hope there weren't sexual favors involved." Abby smirked.
"Just who do you think you're dealing with here?" John asked innocently. "I'm a professional remember."
"That's what I'm worried about." Abby giggled. Carter ran his hand through her hair as he kissed her to quiet her. "What about the beach?"
"Trust me, you won't regret this." John said, and finally untied the bikini.
"I trust you." Abby said seriously as she looked into his eyes. "I trust you."