Author's Notes:  I'm sorry for not finishing Part 2 when I posted Part 1.  I'm sorry!  I'm new to this so please forgive me.  I'm posting the entire part 2 here so you skip the first part.  Again, I'm sorry!  Also, I was reading fanfiction today and I realized that we don't know what Abby bought in the bottle and I have no clue about alcohol, so she bought vodka. (I guess that a semester of Russian history really influenced me!  Just kidding!)  I just keep coming up with stuff!  Another question, how I label the chapters?  If someone could answer this for me, that would be great.  Please e-mail me at gonavyforever87@yahoo.com.  Next thing on my list.  I'm trying to use a different song for each part.  The first part was I'll Be by Reba McEntire.  This part's song is Helplessly, Hopelessly, Recklessly by Jessica Andrews.  Ok, I'll shut up now and let you enjoy the story. 

PART 2:

Carter's POV:

            After lying in bed with Abby for about two hours, my stomach growls and I head into the kitchen.  That's when I see it.  The bottle.  Why the hell is this here?  I could have sworn that Abby was past this.  I realize now that she's not.  Come to think of it, the last time Abby told me about her drinking was when her brother was AWOL or what ever the hell that means. (A/N: AWOL stands for Away WithOut Leave.).  I put the bottle on the table and then sit down.  I don't believe it.

            "Carter?" Abby says from behind me.

            I turn around to find Abby standing there, wrapped in a blanket from her bed.  I open my arms and she comes and sits on my lap.  I wrap my arms around her tightly and rest my chin on her shoulder, "What's up, Abby?"

            "You want to know why I brought it."

            "No, I wasn't.  I was just going to wait for you to explain."

            "Liar." She says as she turns around to face me.

            "I'm not lying." I say as I kiss her forehead.

            "John, you forget that I know you.  You wanted to know why I brought it."

            "Abby, I learned my lesson awhile ago.  Don't pressure you," I say before dropping down a whisper, "Expect about sex." I say as I try to lighten the mood.

            She laughs, her eyes smiling, "That's true.  I really don't have a reason for buying it.  I guess that I was just retreating back into my comfort zone."

            "Well, can I become part of your comfort zone?" I ask her.

            "You always have." She says as she smiles.

            "Thank you," I say as I kiss her gently, "You need to get some more sleep.  Doctor Carter's orders."

            "Really, what will Dr. Carter do if the patient doesn't follow orders?" she says, joking.

            I smile, I really want to get her to forget about her brother for a little while and stop being so worried, "Well, Dr. Carter is going to have to put you in bed because you are being a bad patient."

            "Really?" she says as I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom.

            "Really." I smile at her before capturing her lips in a long kiss.

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Abby's POV:

            When I wake up two hours later, I have to smile.  Leave it to Carter to make me forget about all my troubles and worries for even just a few hours.  I get out of bed and wrap my robe around me.  Carter's still asleep, his hair pointing in all directions.  I kiss his forehead and head into the kitchen.  I start the coffee pot and then sit down at the table.  I stare at the bottle for a few minutes before making up my mind.  I take it, unscrew the cork, and then pour the vodka down the drain.  I've made my decision.  No more running into my comfort zone.  I'm going to face my problems head on, with Carter by my side.   That is, if he'll be there.  I rinse the bottle out and throw it into the recycling bin (A/N: the author is very big on recycling!). 

            "I'm proud of you, Abby." Carter says as he grabs a glass and pours himself a glass of orange juice.

            "For what?" I ask him.  No one has ever told me that they were proud of me.

            "For realizing that you need to stand up to your problems instead of going back to the bottle.  I'm proud of you, Abby." He says as he takes a step towards me. 

            I feel a blush coming onto my face, "Thank you, John."

            "You're welcome." He says as he comes over and kisses me, "I love you, Abby Lockhart."

            I'm taken back.  I never expected this for him, not here, not now.  "I love you, too." I say as I smile.  It's true.  I'm in love with this man and have been for a long time.

            A smile crosses his handsome face, "I feel the need to get some walking done.  Do you want to come with me?  I called ahead and cancelled your shift.  I didn't think that you could work when you're like this." he asks.

            "Sure." I say as I head into the bedroom and smile.  Things are really looking up.

I can stand with the weight of the world

On my shoulders

I can fight with the toughest of the tough

I can laugh in the face

Of all my insecurities

Anytime, anywhere, anything

I'm strong enough

But when you're holding me like this

I'm carelessly lost in your touch

I'm completely defenseless

Baby, it's almost too much

I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly

Falling in love

So let consequence do what it will to us

I don't care

Let the stars stand as witness to it all

Say the word and tonight I will follow you anywhere

I just can't pretend anymore

I'm too sturdy to fall

But when you're holding me like this

I'm carelessly lost in your touch

I'm completely defenseless

Baby, it's almost too much

I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly

Falling in love

I am not afraid

I am not afraid

'Cause when you're holding me like this

I'm carelessly lost in your lost

I'm completely defenseless

Baby, it's almost too much

I helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly

Falling…

(helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly

falling)

I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly

Falling in love