TITLE: Double Vision: A Carlos Story
AUTHOR: AngelofMystery
E-MAIL: angelofmystery@earthlink.net or PrincessPanthera@earthlink.net
RATING: PG for a tiny bit of swearing
SPOILERS: None really- helps if you've seen "The Self Importance of Being Carlos", "Old Dogs, New Tricks" and the 4th Season Premiere "Lights Up"
SUMMARY: After getting on each other's nerves way too long Doc and Carlos are paired up with different partners. Carlos finds himself with new recruit Sarah McCartey. So what's the problem? Sarah is as bad as Carlos, the two of them a match made in Heaven-or is it hell?
DISCLAIMER: Third Watch belongs to John Wells and Warner Brothers, Oh! Sarah McCartey belongs to me
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
**=Thoughts, mostly Carlos's unless specified
uPART 2: THE BEGINNING OF THE END/u
Slouching in one of the lounge chairs in the living room of 55, anatomy textbook resting on his lap Carlos slept. The deep breathing of peacefulness made the book rise and fall in a steady pace. How her relished sleep. When he wasn't bombarded by images of calls he went on, memories of his childhood caused him to wake up in a cold sweat. Life as a foster kid is what nightmares are made of; it's a lonely dark place.
"Echemmm." Someone cleared their throat loudly.
Carlos tried his best to stay in the wonderful world of dreams where chicks couldn't keep their hands off of him and he was king, the ruler of Chicks a la Carlos- but someone was making major racket. The sound of rustling papers, a few loud raps on something hard.
"Can you cut it out? I'm trying to sleep!!" Carlos said annoyed. **Geez, what's wrong with people? I mean if I saw someone sleeping I would be quiet- well unless it was Doc. Hey, wait a minute, I bet it's Doc, getting revenge.**
Out of the shadows of the kitchen stepped a woman. **Damn! She is HOT! If J.Lo and What's-her-name had a love child that would be her**
"Names Sarah McCartey. And I'm guessing you're Nieto." She said her voice liquid smooth.
He was dumbfounded- her J. Lo figure, long wavy brown hair cascading around her shoulders, her creamy ivory complexion, ruby lips and chilling blue eyes kept him from talking.
"You're drooling." She said from her spot a few feet away from him.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Drool, on you chin."
"Ooohhh. That was from sleeping." He said self-consciously, wiping his chin with his FDNY sweatshirt.
"You ready to go?" She asked, pacing. He squinted his eyes to see the clock- 2:30.
"We still have another half an hour, the Third Watch starts at three."
"I want to go NOW." She said in a suddenly bossy manner.
**Wow, now. What's up with her? One second she's nice and the next it's like 'hello, I'm a bitch.' It must be that time of month.**
"Did you hear me?" She asked.
"Yes, I heard you. I don't know what to tell you- we can't leave till it's our shift. We still have 25 minutes."
"Oh, I see how it is." She replied flopping herself onto the couch.
**Is this what I have to deal with? Great. Ms. Switchy-moods. At least she's hot, maybe I can give her some Carlos Luvin'- might warm her up a bit.**
Carlos looked at Sarah with his classic Carlos look. Finally Sarah met his gaze.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"No."
"You might want to see a neurologist for those muscle tweaks. Could be a sign of a disease."
**Score! Concerned I have a neurological disorder. **
---25 minutes later (start of the Third Watch)---
Sarah and Carlos walked with gear in hand to their bus, Echo-553. It was brand new- well almost- and more importantly it was Carlos's.
**Stupid, Doc, turning down the new bus. All because he's grown attached to Adam-553. I swear it's like he's in love with that thing. I guess when you can't get anyone a ambulance is a close second- at least for Doc**
"I'll put the gear in the back, go on ahead and get in." Carlos said.
"Sure."
** Finally I get to drive. Every since that time I whacked the guy in the head and ran that chick's car over I've been forbidden. Sure the first time was my fault but the second time was just bad timing. Now, with me as supervisor I'll be in control.**
Carlos loaded up the stretcher and gear and made a quick check to see if everything was there, once satisfied he headed to the driver's side, whistling a tune.
"What the hell?" He asked when he saw Sarah sitting in the driver's seat, seat belt on and keys in hand.
"Oh. I wanted to drive. Do you mind?" Sarah said innocently enough.
"Damn straight I mind." He said glaring at her. "Plus I think its rules that the supervisor drives."
**Was that true? Who cares. Anything to get my way.**
"Uhuhh, not after you crashed it the only two times you drove it." She said in an annoying motherly tone.
"That was a long time ago. Now give me the keys." He was angry now.
---5 minutes later---
** What a bunch of crap! What does she think she can just waltz in here and do whatever she wants? Maybe this time but next time will be different-no one messes with Carlos.**
Carlos sat in the passenger seat, arms folded in a pout- something Doc had see many times. Driving with some ease was Sarah, humming a tune.
"Can you stop that?" Carlos asked bitterly.
"Whatever." She returned in the same tone.
"Echo-553 this is Central. Got a GSW to the torso on 12th and Arthur. Code 3." The statically radio said, cutting the silence.
"Central this is Echo-553. Copy 12th and Arthur. We're on it." He said into the receiver while flipping on the lights and sirens button. Sarah- with an odd look in her eyes sped though the streets, her knuckles white from clutching the wheel. Carlos was a little worried; her driving was freaking him out.
---At the scene---
"Excuse me ma'am we have to get though! Do you want him to die?" Carlos yelled at an older woman who wouldn't move even after Carlos asked her to- nicely even.
**People, they call us here yet the block our way so went can't even reach the patient. What's the point? If you don't want our help them why call? Just let them die. It's not like we need any more gang bangers.**
Finally getting though, Sarah and Carlos ran up to a young black man with a gunshot wound to his lower chest. Blood covered everything. Checking for a plus was Sarah while Carlos took the man's BP.
"Nothing. There's no point. Let's just leave him. He's just a banger, no one will miss him sure know I won't. " Sarah said coldly, her light blue eyes appearing distant.
"WHAT?! We can't just LEAVE him! He's our patient!" Carlos squeaked. "We have to shock him, are you going to help me or not?"
"Not." Sarah said and walked off.
"Bitch!" He said in exasperation. Carlos, by himself got out the paddles and shocked him, while in between shocks he pumped the air bag.
**Oh, my gosh. What is wrong with her? She just left! LEFT! This is psycho- she's psycho! Doc would have a hey-day with this: my partners leaving me hanging with her comments that I would say are WAY worse them mine. Is that possible? Someone being worse then me? I wish Doc were here.**
Somehow Carlos managed to get the young man on the stretcher and wheeled him into the back of the bus. The young man who was unconscious yet stable would probably make if they got to Mercy quickly. Wanting to drive yet not trusting Sarah with a patient he stayed in the back, relaying his vitals to Mercy.
The young man stirred and opened his eyes.
"My names Carlos. I'm a paramedic, you're on your way to the hospital." He said slowly.
"Ple-please." He whispered.
"What's your name? Can you tell me your name?" Carlos asked.
"An---dre."
"Okay, Andre. You'll be okay. The hospital is only 2 minutes away."
"I-I---" The young man started crying. Carlos felt bad for him, he understood what it's like to live a hard childhood, where you had to do whatever to get by. Yet, true Carlos didn't favor gang bangers but still that didn't mean they weren't people.
Carlos looked out the small back window to see Faith and Bosco's RMP trailing close behind. No doubt wanting to talk to Andre to get any specifics. Pulling into Mercy and unloading Andre Carlos ran into the ER. Rapidly explaining vitals and care. When the doctors got all the info they needed they took the young man up to surgery. In the distance, near the main door was Sarah. Carlos looked at her.
**This is going to be one long day- and this is only the first call!**
TO BE CONTINUED!
## So good? Bad? Comments, and flames are welcome.##
AUTHOR: AngelofMystery
E-MAIL: angelofmystery@earthlink.net or PrincessPanthera@earthlink.net
RATING: PG for a tiny bit of swearing
SPOILERS: None really- helps if you've seen "The Self Importance of Being Carlos", "Old Dogs, New Tricks" and the 4th Season Premiere "Lights Up"
SUMMARY: After getting on each other's nerves way too long Doc and Carlos are paired up with different partners. Carlos finds himself with new recruit Sarah McCartey. So what's the problem? Sarah is as bad as Carlos, the two of them a match made in Heaven-or is it hell?
DISCLAIMER: Third Watch belongs to John Wells and Warner Brothers, Oh! Sarah McCartey belongs to me
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
**=Thoughts, mostly Carlos's unless specified
uPART 2: THE BEGINNING OF THE END/u
Slouching in one of the lounge chairs in the living room of 55, anatomy textbook resting on his lap Carlos slept. The deep breathing of peacefulness made the book rise and fall in a steady pace. How her relished sleep. When he wasn't bombarded by images of calls he went on, memories of his childhood caused him to wake up in a cold sweat. Life as a foster kid is what nightmares are made of; it's a lonely dark place.
"Echemmm." Someone cleared their throat loudly.
Carlos tried his best to stay in the wonderful world of dreams where chicks couldn't keep their hands off of him and he was king, the ruler of Chicks a la Carlos- but someone was making major racket. The sound of rustling papers, a few loud raps on something hard.
"Can you cut it out? I'm trying to sleep!!" Carlos said annoyed. **Geez, what's wrong with people? I mean if I saw someone sleeping I would be quiet- well unless it was Doc. Hey, wait a minute, I bet it's Doc, getting revenge.**
Out of the shadows of the kitchen stepped a woman. **Damn! She is HOT! If J.Lo and What's-her-name had a love child that would be her**
"Names Sarah McCartey. And I'm guessing you're Nieto." She said her voice liquid smooth.
He was dumbfounded- her J. Lo figure, long wavy brown hair cascading around her shoulders, her creamy ivory complexion, ruby lips and chilling blue eyes kept him from talking.
"You're drooling." She said from her spot a few feet away from him.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Drool, on you chin."
"Ooohhh. That was from sleeping." He said self-consciously, wiping his chin with his FDNY sweatshirt.
"You ready to go?" She asked, pacing. He squinted his eyes to see the clock- 2:30.
"We still have another half an hour, the Third Watch starts at three."
"I want to go NOW." She said in a suddenly bossy manner.
**Wow, now. What's up with her? One second she's nice and the next it's like 'hello, I'm a bitch.' It must be that time of month.**
"Did you hear me?" She asked.
"Yes, I heard you. I don't know what to tell you- we can't leave till it's our shift. We still have 25 minutes."
"Oh, I see how it is." She replied flopping herself onto the couch.
**Is this what I have to deal with? Great. Ms. Switchy-moods. At least she's hot, maybe I can give her some Carlos Luvin'- might warm her up a bit.**
Carlos looked at Sarah with his classic Carlos look. Finally Sarah met his gaze.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"No."
"You might want to see a neurologist for those muscle tweaks. Could be a sign of a disease."
**Score! Concerned I have a neurological disorder. **
---25 minutes later (start of the Third Watch)---
Sarah and Carlos walked with gear in hand to their bus, Echo-553. It was brand new- well almost- and more importantly it was Carlos's.
**Stupid, Doc, turning down the new bus. All because he's grown attached to Adam-553. I swear it's like he's in love with that thing. I guess when you can't get anyone a ambulance is a close second- at least for Doc**
"I'll put the gear in the back, go on ahead and get in." Carlos said.
"Sure."
** Finally I get to drive. Every since that time I whacked the guy in the head and ran that chick's car over I've been forbidden. Sure the first time was my fault but the second time was just bad timing. Now, with me as supervisor I'll be in control.**
Carlos loaded up the stretcher and gear and made a quick check to see if everything was there, once satisfied he headed to the driver's side, whistling a tune.
"What the hell?" He asked when he saw Sarah sitting in the driver's seat, seat belt on and keys in hand.
"Oh. I wanted to drive. Do you mind?" Sarah said innocently enough.
"Damn straight I mind." He said glaring at her. "Plus I think its rules that the supervisor drives."
**Was that true? Who cares. Anything to get my way.**
"Uhuhh, not after you crashed it the only two times you drove it." She said in an annoying motherly tone.
"That was a long time ago. Now give me the keys." He was angry now.
---5 minutes later---
** What a bunch of crap! What does she think she can just waltz in here and do whatever she wants? Maybe this time but next time will be different-no one messes with Carlos.**
Carlos sat in the passenger seat, arms folded in a pout- something Doc had see many times. Driving with some ease was Sarah, humming a tune.
"Can you stop that?" Carlos asked bitterly.
"Whatever." She returned in the same tone.
"Echo-553 this is Central. Got a GSW to the torso on 12th and Arthur. Code 3." The statically radio said, cutting the silence.
"Central this is Echo-553. Copy 12th and Arthur. We're on it." He said into the receiver while flipping on the lights and sirens button. Sarah- with an odd look in her eyes sped though the streets, her knuckles white from clutching the wheel. Carlos was a little worried; her driving was freaking him out.
---At the scene---
"Excuse me ma'am we have to get though! Do you want him to die?" Carlos yelled at an older woman who wouldn't move even after Carlos asked her to- nicely even.
**People, they call us here yet the block our way so went can't even reach the patient. What's the point? If you don't want our help them why call? Just let them die. It's not like we need any more gang bangers.**
Finally getting though, Sarah and Carlos ran up to a young black man with a gunshot wound to his lower chest. Blood covered everything. Checking for a plus was Sarah while Carlos took the man's BP.
"Nothing. There's no point. Let's just leave him. He's just a banger, no one will miss him sure know I won't. " Sarah said coldly, her light blue eyes appearing distant.
"WHAT?! We can't just LEAVE him! He's our patient!" Carlos squeaked. "We have to shock him, are you going to help me or not?"
"Not." Sarah said and walked off.
"Bitch!" He said in exasperation. Carlos, by himself got out the paddles and shocked him, while in between shocks he pumped the air bag.
**Oh, my gosh. What is wrong with her? She just left! LEFT! This is psycho- she's psycho! Doc would have a hey-day with this: my partners leaving me hanging with her comments that I would say are WAY worse them mine. Is that possible? Someone being worse then me? I wish Doc were here.**
Somehow Carlos managed to get the young man on the stretcher and wheeled him into the back of the bus. The young man who was unconscious yet stable would probably make if they got to Mercy quickly. Wanting to drive yet not trusting Sarah with a patient he stayed in the back, relaying his vitals to Mercy.
The young man stirred and opened his eyes.
"My names Carlos. I'm a paramedic, you're on your way to the hospital." He said slowly.
"Ple-please." He whispered.
"What's your name? Can you tell me your name?" Carlos asked.
"An---dre."
"Okay, Andre. You'll be okay. The hospital is only 2 minutes away."
"I-I---" The young man started crying. Carlos felt bad for him, he understood what it's like to live a hard childhood, where you had to do whatever to get by. Yet, true Carlos didn't favor gang bangers but still that didn't mean they weren't people.
Carlos looked out the small back window to see Faith and Bosco's RMP trailing close behind. No doubt wanting to talk to Andre to get any specifics. Pulling into Mercy and unloading Andre Carlos ran into the ER. Rapidly explaining vitals and care. When the doctors got all the info they needed they took the young man up to surgery. In the distance, near the main door was Sarah. Carlos looked at her.
**This is going to be one long day- and this is only the first call!**
TO BE CONTINUED!
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