Molly: I've got my fingers crossed;).
ashley: Thanks!
Noa: Glad you liked it, though this one's a bit more on the fluff side...
Fire Dancer: I thought so too:). I also liked yours, 'Lost'. Any other fans
of this episode - go read it!
twin*muse: More coming right up...
Lizzi: I never actually thought one of my fics could convert someone to
Luby - great to hear it:)!
Jay: Glad you liked it ~_~.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He wasn't sure how long he held her, feeling her tears seep through to his
skin, filled with an instinctive anger at whoever had done this to her -
and the ever-prominent thought that it had been him. People must have
passed, he supposed. Flights must have been called, the crowd must have
yelled back and forth. Technically, he knew it, but in those seconds, or
minutes, or hours, he felt none of it. Heard nothing but her ragged
breathing, saw nothing but her shaking form in his arms. Emotions surged
through him, with such intensity that he came close to sobbing himself.
He'd boarded that plane with a hole in his chest, sure that the next time
he saw her, she'd be Mrs. John Carter. No matter how selfish he told
himself it was, he hadn't been able to make himself stop wishing that she'd
come back to him...
And she had. It had been like a miracle, seeing her sitting there, in agony
because she was crying, but filled with a kind of awe that she'd been
crying for him.
*If I never knew you
If I never felt this love
I would have no inkling of
How precious life can be
And if I never held you
I would never have a clue
How at last I'd find in you
The missing part of me*
Gradually, her sobs died away, and she lifted her head, tearstains
engraving tracks down her pale cheeks. Gently, as he might touch a
butterfly perched on his finger, he lifted a hand, drying them away. She
looked up at him, her eyes still shining with unshed moisture, but filled
with a light he hadn't seen in so long...
"Abby...I'm sorry..."
She nearly gave way to sobbing again at this, but shook her head, raw pain
in her eyes. Her mouth moved, but she didn't speak, as if her words had
failed her. Slowly, she leaned forward, meeting his lips with hers.
*In this world so full of fear
Full of rage and lies
I can see the truth so clear
In your eyes
So dry your eyes
And I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
The moment she kissed him, something stirred within her. The traces of the
bond she'd thought had died out for good sprang to life, a roaring blaze
from the embers. The feeling she'd had when he'd held her yesterday came
back a hundred-fold, leaving her gasping with its intensity. When they
broke apart, she looked up, his expression telling her all she needed to
know.
A soft smile was etched on his face, a look of quiet wonder. She knew it
well; it had been months, a year, nearly, but that image had burned itself
into her heart when she'd first seen it, when they had kissed the first
time, saying without words that holding her was the best feeling he'd ever
known. All too soon, sadness and guilt edged onto his face, and he made to
stand.
"Abby, I shouldn't...Carter..."
She put a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head again.
*If I never knew you
I'd be safe but half as real
Never knowing I could feel
A love so strong and true*
Confusion flickered in his eyes briefly, then he looked down. "Abby, I'm
sorry. What..."
Tonelessly, she related what had happened the past few days - Eric's call,
the funeral...he stayed silent, though the flash of stifled anger in his
eyes was plain when she mentioned how Carter had dismissed her. Eventually,
she trailed off, looking down at her hands with a sigh. A light touch on
her chin made her raise her head...and then he was holding her once more,
kissing her with the urgency that both felt, the one thought in her mind
and her heart that this was right.
*I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
The rest of the day was like a blur. He took her to lunch in the small
airport restaurant, and they joked about how the food was almost as bad as
the hospital cafeteria. Neither were on shift that day, and they just
stayed there and talked, about their patients, about Eric...everything
under the sun except for the plane that would take off for the Congo the
next day.
Outside, darkness crept in, and the loudspeaker boomed that the airport
would be closing 'In ten minutes...'. He looked at her, uncertainty in his
eyes, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
*I thought our love would be so beautiful
Somehow we made the whole world bright
I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong
All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night*
The sun filtering in through the curtained window stung his eyelids, and he
moaned slightly, loath to open them, vastly preferring to stay in this
sleepy warmth...
He frowned, slightly. Warmth? Since when was...as consciousness slowly
reasserted itself, his memories of yesterday came back. He looked down,
half-afraid that he had dreamed it all, that the warmth he felt wasn't
real...but it was. At his movement, Abby shifted slightly in her sleep,
snuggling closer to him as a smile crept unbidden across his face.
The room brightened suddenly as the sun peeked out from the clouds, and she
sleepily opened her eyes, blinking a bit. She looked up at him, and her
eyes widened.
"Luka...?"
"Morning," he said, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards as his voice
took on a teasing tone. "What are you doing up this early?"
She smiled softly, leaving him completely unprepared when she swiftly
plucked the pillow from under her head and popped him with it.
*But still my heart is singing
We were right*
He laughed, startled, the first real laugh she'd heard from him in ages.
Gordana Horvat's words echoed in her memory, and it was with a touch of
sadness that she realized what the other woman had meant. She was quickly
snapped out of her musings, however, as Luka gathered up the pillow to
return fire, eyes sparkling with mischief.
A few minutes later, their impromptu pillow fight came to a truce, and he
propped himself on an elbow, quirking a brow at her. "I take it you still
don't believe in breakfast?"
She responded by raising the pillow again, mock-threateningly, drawing
another laugh.
*And if I never knew you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Empty as the sky
Never knowing why
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
ashley: Thanks!
Noa: Glad you liked it, though this one's a bit more on the fluff side...
Fire Dancer: I thought so too:). I also liked yours, 'Lost'. Any other fans
of this episode - go read it!
twin*muse: More coming right up...
Lizzi: I never actually thought one of my fics could convert someone to
Luby - great to hear it:)!
Jay: Glad you liked it ~_~.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He wasn't sure how long he held her, feeling her tears seep through to his
skin, filled with an instinctive anger at whoever had done this to her -
and the ever-prominent thought that it had been him. People must have
passed, he supposed. Flights must have been called, the crowd must have
yelled back and forth. Technically, he knew it, but in those seconds, or
minutes, or hours, he felt none of it. Heard nothing but her ragged
breathing, saw nothing but her shaking form in his arms. Emotions surged
through him, with such intensity that he came close to sobbing himself.
He'd boarded that plane with a hole in his chest, sure that the next time
he saw her, she'd be Mrs. John Carter. No matter how selfish he told
himself it was, he hadn't been able to make himself stop wishing that she'd
come back to him...
And she had. It had been like a miracle, seeing her sitting there, in agony
because she was crying, but filled with a kind of awe that she'd been
crying for him.
*If I never knew you
If I never felt this love
I would have no inkling of
How precious life can be
And if I never held you
I would never have a clue
How at last I'd find in you
The missing part of me*
Gradually, her sobs died away, and she lifted her head, tearstains
engraving tracks down her pale cheeks. Gently, as he might touch a
butterfly perched on his finger, he lifted a hand, drying them away. She
looked up at him, her eyes still shining with unshed moisture, but filled
with a light he hadn't seen in so long...
"Abby...I'm sorry..."
She nearly gave way to sobbing again at this, but shook her head, raw pain
in her eyes. Her mouth moved, but she didn't speak, as if her words had
failed her. Slowly, she leaned forward, meeting his lips with hers.
*In this world so full of fear
Full of rage and lies
I can see the truth so clear
In your eyes
So dry your eyes
And I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
The moment she kissed him, something stirred within her. The traces of the
bond she'd thought had died out for good sprang to life, a roaring blaze
from the embers. The feeling she'd had when he'd held her yesterday came
back a hundred-fold, leaving her gasping with its intensity. When they
broke apart, she looked up, his expression telling her all she needed to
know.
A soft smile was etched on his face, a look of quiet wonder. She knew it
well; it had been months, a year, nearly, but that image had burned itself
into her heart when she'd first seen it, when they had kissed the first
time, saying without words that holding her was the best feeling he'd ever
known. All too soon, sadness and guilt edged onto his face, and he made to
stand.
"Abby, I shouldn't...Carter..."
She put a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head again.
*If I never knew you
I'd be safe but half as real
Never knowing I could feel
A love so strong and true*
Confusion flickered in his eyes briefly, then he looked down. "Abby, I'm
sorry. What..."
Tonelessly, she related what had happened the past few days - Eric's call,
the funeral...he stayed silent, though the flash of stifled anger in his
eyes was plain when she mentioned how Carter had dismissed her. Eventually,
she trailed off, looking down at her hands with a sigh. A light touch on
her chin made her raise her head...and then he was holding her once more,
kissing her with the urgency that both felt, the one thought in her mind
and her heart that this was right.
*I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
The rest of the day was like a blur. He took her to lunch in the small
airport restaurant, and they joked about how the food was almost as bad as
the hospital cafeteria. Neither were on shift that day, and they just
stayed there and talked, about their patients, about Eric...everything
under the sun except for the plane that would take off for the Congo the
next day.
Outside, darkness crept in, and the loudspeaker boomed that the airport
would be closing 'In ten minutes...'. He looked at her, uncertainty in his
eyes, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
*I thought our love would be so beautiful
Somehow we made the whole world bright
I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong
All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night*
The sun filtering in through the curtained window stung his eyelids, and he
moaned slightly, loath to open them, vastly preferring to stay in this
sleepy warmth...
He frowned, slightly. Warmth? Since when was...as consciousness slowly
reasserted itself, his memories of yesterday came back. He looked down,
half-afraid that he had dreamed it all, that the warmth he felt wasn't
real...but it was. At his movement, Abby shifted slightly in her sleep,
snuggling closer to him as a smile crept unbidden across his face.
The room brightened suddenly as the sun peeked out from the clouds, and she
sleepily opened her eyes, blinking a bit. She looked up at him, and her
eyes widened.
"Luka...?"
"Morning," he said, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards as his voice
took on a teasing tone. "What are you doing up this early?"
She smiled softly, leaving him completely unprepared when she swiftly
plucked the pillow from under her head and popped him with it.
*But still my heart is singing
We were right*
He laughed, startled, the first real laugh she'd heard from him in ages.
Gordana Horvat's words echoed in her memory, and it was with a touch of
sadness that she realized what the other woman had meant. She was quickly
snapped out of her musings, however, as Luka gathered up the pillow to
return fire, eyes sparkling with mischief.
A few minutes later, their impromptu pillow fight came to a truce, and he
propped himself on an elbow, quirking a brow at her. "I take it you still
don't believe in breakfast?"
She responded by raising the pillow again, mock-threateningly, drawing
another laugh.
*And if I never knew you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Empty as the sky
Never knowing why
Lost forever
If I never knew you*
