Author's Note: This chapter is a little bit shorter and a little bit
different from the other ones. Since I've written about all of the main
characters who left the show alive, I thought that it was only fair to
write chapters for the main characters who died. So chapter 6 is for Lucy.
Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. And, as usual, I would appreciate any feedback for this chapter- constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy!
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"Come on, Abby, we gotta go!"
Abby Lockhart walked out of the bathroom. Though she wasn't dressed up much, she felt great. It was Valentine's Day- the first Valentine's Day she would be spending with her boyfriend and best friend, John Carter.
John was standing in Abby's living room, looking impatiently at his watch. It was 5:30 already. His coat was already on, the keys to his Jeep hanging out of his pocket. He looked up when he heard the clicking of heels from the hallway.
Abby entered the room, and John smiled. She looked amazing, as always. She smiled back at him, and kissed him lightly on the lips. John took her hand, and Abby grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. John then led her out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" Abby asked as they walked down the stairs and out to the street. John opened the car door for her and grinned mischievously.
Abby let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on, Carter, just tell me!"
John put the key in the ignition and turned the car on. Backing out of his parking spot, he decided to tell Abby what the big surprise was.
"Well, I'm going to take you to a little Italian place that just opened up over on the north side. One of my friends told me about it, and he said it was casual and very romantic."
Abby smiled. Finally, she would have a quiet, romantic Valentine's Day with her boyfriend. She thought back to the Valentine's Day two years ago, when she was with Luka. He had decided that it would be fun to work the night- shift, so Abby had spent the night at her apartment watching sappy romantic movies. And the year before that.well, Abby didn't want to think about it. Not tonight. She turned to John.
"Sounds great."
John smiled. He had known that Abby would love the idea.
"We just have to make a stop on the way, okay?"
Abby gave him a questioning glance. "Okay. Where are we going?"
"To visit Lucy."
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By the time they arrived at the cemetery, the sky was pitch black. The only light came from the streetlight at the corner. John got out of the Jeep and took out a bouquet of flowers from the back seat. Looking over at Abby, he chuckled. "Don't worry, there's another bouquet waiting for you." Abby smiled, and they walked to the cemetery gates together.
"Carter, don't cemeteries usually close earlier than this?"
John nodded. "Yeah, but they keep them open late on Valentine's Day." He took a flashlight out of his pocket and shone it ahead of them on the path. He seemed to know exactly where he was going.
After walking for a few minutes, John turned and walked down a row of graves. He stopped at one about halfway down the row, and set the flashlight down.
John squatted down and rubbed his fingers across the writing he knew so well. "In Loving Memory of Lucy Knight, 1975-2000." He placed the bouquet of flowers at the base of the headstone. They were white carnations. He knew that they had been Lucy's favorite.
"I'm sorry, Lucy," he whispered. Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's been three years since that night. Three long, hard years. Three years that I've had to live with the guilt of letting you die."
He paused, and took a deep breath. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. One by one, they fell from the corners of his eyes, dropping on the ground in front of him.
"You shouldn't have died, Lucy. I should have protected you from him. I should have paid more attention to you, seen the schizophrenia sooner. And I'm sorry that I didn't. Maybe if I had, you'd still be alive now." John paused slightly, and wiped his eyes.
"I miss you, Luce." He sat down on his heels and sobbed, unable to say any more.
Abby crouched down next to John and hugged him tightly. "It's not your fault, John. You couldn't have done anything differently. We all miss her terribly, but nobody blames you for it." John sniffled, and Abby realized that he was trying to hide his tears.
"It's okay, John. Just cry. You'll feel better afterwards." For several minutes they sat like that, John sobbing into Abby's shoulder. Finally, Abby couldn't take it any more, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks as well. For a while they just sat there, rocking slowly back and forth, crying until they could cry no more.
Finally, John pulled away. His eyes were red, but dry. He took a deep breath. "I still miss her, you know."
Wiping her eyes, Abby smiled weakly. "I know you do." She stood up and extended her hand. John gratefully took it, and Abby pulled him up. Grasping Abby's hand tightly in one of his, Carter lifted two of his fingers to his mouth. Kissing them, he gently placed them on the gravestone.
"I'll always remember you, Lucy."
John bent down and picked up the flashlight. "You ready to go?" Abby nodded, and they began to walk back to the car.
Right before they reached the path that would lead them out of the cemetery, John looked back over his shoulder. The carnations still lay at the base of the gravestone. Looking up at the sky, John managed to smile. He knew that Lucy was up there, watching over him. He squeezed Abby's hand, and they walked to the Jeep together.
Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. And, as usual, I would appreciate any feedback for this chapter- constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy!
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"Come on, Abby, we gotta go!"
Abby Lockhart walked out of the bathroom. Though she wasn't dressed up much, she felt great. It was Valentine's Day- the first Valentine's Day she would be spending with her boyfriend and best friend, John Carter.
John was standing in Abby's living room, looking impatiently at his watch. It was 5:30 already. His coat was already on, the keys to his Jeep hanging out of his pocket. He looked up when he heard the clicking of heels from the hallway.
Abby entered the room, and John smiled. She looked amazing, as always. She smiled back at him, and kissed him lightly on the lips. John took her hand, and Abby grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. John then led her out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" Abby asked as they walked down the stairs and out to the street. John opened the car door for her and grinned mischievously.
Abby let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on, Carter, just tell me!"
John put the key in the ignition and turned the car on. Backing out of his parking spot, he decided to tell Abby what the big surprise was.
"Well, I'm going to take you to a little Italian place that just opened up over on the north side. One of my friends told me about it, and he said it was casual and very romantic."
Abby smiled. Finally, she would have a quiet, romantic Valentine's Day with her boyfriend. She thought back to the Valentine's Day two years ago, when she was with Luka. He had decided that it would be fun to work the night- shift, so Abby had spent the night at her apartment watching sappy romantic movies. And the year before that.well, Abby didn't want to think about it. Not tonight. She turned to John.
"Sounds great."
John smiled. He had known that Abby would love the idea.
"We just have to make a stop on the way, okay?"
Abby gave him a questioning glance. "Okay. Where are we going?"
"To visit Lucy."
***
By the time they arrived at the cemetery, the sky was pitch black. The only light came from the streetlight at the corner. John got out of the Jeep and took out a bouquet of flowers from the back seat. Looking over at Abby, he chuckled. "Don't worry, there's another bouquet waiting for you." Abby smiled, and they walked to the cemetery gates together.
"Carter, don't cemeteries usually close earlier than this?"
John nodded. "Yeah, but they keep them open late on Valentine's Day." He took a flashlight out of his pocket and shone it ahead of them on the path. He seemed to know exactly where he was going.
After walking for a few minutes, John turned and walked down a row of graves. He stopped at one about halfway down the row, and set the flashlight down.
John squatted down and rubbed his fingers across the writing he knew so well. "In Loving Memory of Lucy Knight, 1975-2000." He placed the bouquet of flowers at the base of the headstone. They were white carnations. He knew that they had been Lucy's favorite.
"I'm sorry, Lucy," he whispered. Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's been three years since that night. Three long, hard years. Three years that I've had to live with the guilt of letting you die."
He paused, and took a deep breath. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. One by one, they fell from the corners of his eyes, dropping on the ground in front of him.
"You shouldn't have died, Lucy. I should have protected you from him. I should have paid more attention to you, seen the schizophrenia sooner. And I'm sorry that I didn't. Maybe if I had, you'd still be alive now." John paused slightly, and wiped his eyes.
"I miss you, Luce." He sat down on his heels and sobbed, unable to say any more.
Abby crouched down next to John and hugged him tightly. "It's not your fault, John. You couldn't have done anything differently. We all miss her terribly, but nobody blames you for it." John sniffled, and Abby realized that he was trying to hide his tears.
"It's okay, John. Just cry. You'll feel better afterwards." For several minutes they sat like that, John sobbing into Abby's shoulder. Finally, Abby couldn't take it any more, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks as well. For a while they just sat there, rocking slowly back and forth, crying until they could cry no more.
Finally, John pulled away. His eyes were red, but dry. He took a deep breath. "I still miss her, you know."
Wiping her eyes, Abby smiled weakly. "I know you do." She stood up and extended her hand. John gratefully took it, and Abby pulled him up. Grasping Abby's hand tightly in one of his, Carter lifted two of his fingers to his mouth. Kissing them, he gently placed them on the gravestone.
"I'll always remember you, Lucy."
John bent down and picked up the flashlight. "You ready to go?" Abby nodded, and they began to walk back to the car.
Right before they reached the path that would lead them out of the cemetery, John looked back over his shoulder. The carnations still lay at the base of the gravestone. Looking up at the sky, John managed to smile. He knew that Lucy was up there, watching over him. He squeezed Abby's hand, and they walked to the Jeep together.