((A/n: Here's chapter two, finally. More mindless fluff, and yep, it's
still Luby~_*. This is a two-parter, the second one should be up soon...))
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Luka opened the door of his apartment, not even bothering to slam it behind him. He crossed the room to a worn sofa and sat wearily down, casting a glance at the small table beside it. Like everything else, it was undecorated, only the calendar showing that it was Christmas Eve, but the telephone atop it had a flashing red light. With a sigh, he hit the 'Playback' button.
"Kovac! Where the heck are you? We're swamped over here, and you-"
With a wince, he hit the button again, cutting off Weaver's angry voice. He was supposed to have been on duty today. He hadn't made a conscious decision not to go in, but had simply turned from the double doors of the ER when he arrived, and walked back home, lost in thought and mindless to the biting cold.
"Hello, Mr. Kovac. I'm John Smith, from First Atlantic-"
Another tap at the button, and the telemarketer's voice shut off. There was silence for a moment, then, to his surprise, soft music filled the air. He frowned, looking at the machine. Was this some kind of joke?
"Greeting cards have all been sent
The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you"
His look of annoyance changed rapidly to disbelief, and his breath caught. That was Abby's voice.
"Merry Christmas, darling
We're apart, that's true
But I can dream
And in my dreams
I'm Christmasing with you"
He sank back in the couch, confusion rushing through him. In the months since that night at the party, they had grown, if anything, farther apart. They'd dated, a few times, but she had been unusually withdrawn. In a way, he understood. The last time they had tried this, it had ended in pain for both of them. He'd tried to find the words to reassure her, but they wouldn't come. With all his heart, he had wanted to give it another chance, but she'd backed away. She hadn't gone back to Carter, or anyone else, for that matter. She'd just wandered through the days, aimlessly. Like he had.
"Holidays are joyful
There's always something new
But every day's a holiday
When I'm near to you
The lights on my tree
I wish you could see
I wish it every day
The logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year too
I've just one wish
On this Christmas Eve
I wish I were with you
I wish I were with you
For a moment, there was silence, then, almost in a whisper...
"I love you, Luka."
The tape clicked off, and the computerized voice came on.
"You have no new messages. If you would like to review your saved messages, press-"
He shut it off, then rose from the couch, pulling on his discarded overcoat.
~*~
The doorbell rang, and Abby jumped, despite herself. She'd had the T. V. on mute, flipping through the channels, and the sudden sound echoed in her ears. With a groan, she pulled herself to her feet, then walked to the door, drawing it open.
It was Luka.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Luka opened the door of his apartment, not even bothering to slam it behind him. He crossed the room to a worn sofa and sat wearily down, casting a glance at the small table beside it. Like everything else, it was undecorated, only the calendar showing that it was Christmas Eve, but the telephone atop it had a flashing red light. With a sigh, he hit the 'Playback' button.
"Kovac! Where the heck are you? We're swamped over here, and you-"
With a wince, he hit the button again, cutting off Weaver's angry voice. He was supposed to have been on duty today. He hadn't made a conscious decision not to go in, but had simply turned from the double doors of the ER when he arrived, and walked back home, lost in thought and mindless to the biting cold.
"Hello, Mr. Kovac. I'm John Smith, from First Atlantic-"
Another tap at the button, and the telemarketer's voice shut off. There was silence for a moment, then, to his surprise, soft music filled the air. He frowned, looking at the machine. Was this some kind of joke?
"Greeting cards have all been sent
The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you"
His look of annoyance changed rapidly to disbelief, and his breath caught. That was Abby's voice.
"Merry Christmas, darling
We're apart, that's true
But I can dream
And in my dreams
I'm Christmasing with you"
He sank back in the couch, confusion rushing through him. In the months since that night at the party, they had grown, if anything, farther apart. They'd dated, a few times, but she had been unusually withdrawn. In a way, he understood. The last time they had tried this, it had ended in pain for both of them. He'd tried to find the words to reassure her, but they wouldn't come. With all his heart, he had wanted to give it another chance, but she'd backed away. She hadn't gone back to Carter, or anyone else, for that matter. She'd just wandered through the days, aimlessly. Like he had.
"Holidays are joyful
There's always something new
But every day's a holiday
When I'm near to you
The lights on my tree
I wish you could see
I wish it every day
The logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year too
I've just one wish
On this Christmas Eve
I wish I were with you
I wish I were with you
For a moment, there was silence, then, almost in a whisper...
"I love you, Luka."
The tape clicked off, and the computerized voice came on.
"You have no new messages. If you would like to review your saved messages, press-"
He shut it off, then rose from the couch, pulling on his discarded overcoat.
~*~
The doorbell rang, and Abby jumped, despite herself. She'd had the T. V. on mute, flipping through the channels, and the sudden sound echoed in her ears. With a groan, she pulled herself to her feet, then walked to the door, drawing it open.
It was Luka.