AU Carby. Abby and Carter hate each other, Luka and Abby are going out and Abby was never an alcoholic. Enjoy(Hopefully)

"Time of Death, 7:58"

John Carter removed his gloves and taking one last look at the stagnant body lying in front of him exited the room.

"Haleh, would you and Chuny prep the room for trauma, E.T.A two minutes."

"Sure Doctor Carter."

"Thanks."

"Oh and would you to tell Dr. Pratt to inform the boys relatives."

Smoothing his hand over his notably ruffled hair he breathed heavily and rubbed his hands over his face, a distant look in his eyes. He scanned admin and could not see one recognizable face. Venturing through the ER he concluded that it was less busy than normal and he would risk Weaver wrath by hiding from the next trauma in the lounge.

Without difficulty he made it to the lounge and smiling to himself walked to the couch and with great inclination lay down and closed his eyes.

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Abby Lockhart groaned in frustration. This had to be the worst place to work anywhere. Her last patient had puked all over her scrub top. As she had slept in that morning she had quickly pulled a top from the bottom of her drawer and headed out the door without looking at what she was wearing. Unfortunately she had not only picked what appeared to be the tightest fitting T-shirt in her possession but with 'Get it Here,' emblazoned across her chest it was gaining her many diverse looks from patients and staff aswell.

'Well it will have to do until I can find a replacement.'

Not only that but because good old John Carter had decided to go walk about she had been sucked into an incoming trauma.

'This day could not get any worse.'

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Stirring quietly from his peaceful sleep Carter grinned at not being awoken by Weaver or any other member of the E.R staff pissed at working while he was lying doing nothing. Yawning and rubbing his stomach he blinked his eyes open lightly and looked around. Checking his watch it read 8:26. Deciding he should at least make an appearance before his shift finished he rose casually from his comfy spot on the couch and yawned once more.

Apart from losing that small boy in an M.T.A it hadn't been a bad day. He wasn't working late and had plans to meet up with Susan and a few of the others to go out later on. Generally he was feeling good something unusual in the life of John Carter.

Heading for the door and whistling absentmindedly to himself he was stopped dead in his tracks by the one person he hadn't seen all day and had been glad of it. Great what a way to kill my buzz!

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"Hello Nurse Lockhart and how are you today?"

Abby looked up at the smug face of John Carter looking down on her. He was obviously having a better day than she was. This made her more mad and it made her hate him even more.

Giving the best scowl she could muster at that present time she glared at him and quickly proceeded to her locker hoping to find a scrub top or at least a spare jumper that didn't have some coarse motif on the front.

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Not expecting a reply to his greeting which was laced with sarcasm and hostility. Carter walked to the door put couldn't resist one last pop at the one person he couldn't stand in the hospital.

"Nice T-shirt."

Enjoying the look of utter hatred on Abby's face he carried on.

"It's a bit of an blunt attempt to find a boyfriend, I thought you already had one though?"

Taking pleasure in the sound of Abby slamming her locker door and the scowl she shoots him as she pulls her replacement scrub top over her head he takes one last gibe,

"Hope the rest of your shift is as enjoyable as mine has been."

Reaching the door but spinning neatly on her heels Abby forces the sweetest smile she has smiled all day,

"Why thank you Dr. Carter."

Carter looks up suddenly at this sudden bout of friendliness only to see Abby quickly shooting her immaculately polished middle finger at him. Turning around she dusts herself of and leaves the lounge as abruptly as she had entered.

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Ok so there's another story hope you all enjoy!. If any one wants to please e-mail me at ftlouie11@hotmail.com with reviews and suggestions. I'll reply to everyone,promise!J

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