Disclaimer: I do not own the original ER characters, however I have made up
a few of my own
The Mistakes We Make: Part Seven
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"Figure out your love notes?" Pratt asked walking into the lounge. Carter set down his coffee cup and closed his chart.
"Yeah. Finally."
"What'd they say?"
"It wouldn't interest you," Carter said opening a new chart.
"Vulgar, huh? X-rated?"
"Yes," Carter said sarcastically, however it wasn't too far from the truth.
"Just a little bit?" Pratt pleaded sitting down across from him with his own charts.
"No. Find a hobby." Carter finished off his coffee and stared at his charts. He was actually beginning to forget Pratt was sitting across from him.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Pratt asked.
Carter sighed. "I guess."
"You don't happen to be part of the mile high club?" Pratt asked raising his eyebrows.
"What kind of question is that?" Carter asked.
"An honest on. Come on. Answer the question."
"Is this like truth or dare? Because I hate that game."
"Who's playing truth or dare?" Susan asked walking into the lounge with Andy.
"No one. Pratt's just being juvenile," Carter said.
"It's not truth or dare. It was just an honest question," Pratt defended.
"What question?" Andy asked.
"Don't you have patients?" Carter asked with a glare.
"Hey. Play nice," Susan said.
"I don't play nice," Carter grumbled with a look to her.
"You can excuse him. He doesn't sleep," Susan said walking over to Carter and messing up his hair. "So, what was this question?"
"Mile high club? Any members?" Pratt asked.
"Count me out," Susan said as she took an M&M out of Carter's package.
"Pearson?" Pratt asked.
"Honestly? No. None of the girls had the guts. I am taking a vacation with this great girl and she kind of seems the type." Pratt raised his eyebrows.
"Don't count on it," Carter said under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Andy said.
"I said don't count on it. Unless you get her drunk," Carter said not looking away from his chart.
"Carter," Susan said. The lounge was silent for a minute.
"So, Carter, your turn," Pratt said.
"You first," Carter said closing his chart.
"No. Do you think Deb would be up for it?" Pratt asked.
"That's going to be something you have to discuss with her," Carter told him, slapping Susan's hand away from his candy.
"So . . . your turn," Susan said playfully.
"Fine. Yes. I was inducted a long time ago," Carter confessed eating the last chocolate covered peanut.
"What's it like?" Andy asked.
Didn't this guy get the hint that Carter didn't want to hear his voice.
"Yeah, come on Carter," Susan said.
"Okay. It depends on the plane. If it's private or not. Depends on the person."
"More than once?" Pratt asked shocked.
"No comment."
"Hey, do you have a minute?" Susan asked straying off subject.
"If it has to do with having sex on planes, I'm out," Carter told her.
"No, it's not."
He shrugged and stood up. "I'm off anyway. Just delaying the inevitable." He opened his locker and grabbed his stuff.
"Good," Susan said as they walked out.
"Do you get the impression that he doesn't like me very much?" Andy suggested to Pratt.
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Please continue to offer your suggestions as to develop this story.
The Mistakes We Make: Part Seven
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"Figure out your love notes?" Pratt asked walking into the lounge. Carter set down his coffee cup and closed his chart.
"Yeah. Finally."
"What'd they say?"
"It wouldn't interest you," Carter said opening a new chart.
"Vulgar, huh? X-rated?"
"Yes," Carter said sarcastically, however it wasn't too far from the truth.
"Just a little bit?" Pratt pleaded sitting down across from him with his own charts.
"No. Find a hobby." Carter finished off his coffee and stared at his charts. He was actually beginning to forget Pratt was sitting across from him.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Pratt asked.
Carter sighed. "I guess."
"You don't happen to be part of the mile high club?" Pratt asked raising his eyebrows.
"What kind of question is that?" Carter asked.
"An honest on. Come on. Answer the question."
"Is this like truth or dare? Because I hate that game."
"Who's playing truth or dare?" Susan asked walking into the lounge with Andy.
"No one. Pratt's just being juvenile," Carter said.
"It's not truth or dare. It was just an honest question," Pratt defended.
"What question?" Andy asked.
"Don't you have patients?" Carter asked with a glare.
"Hey. Play nice," Susan said.
"I don't play nice," Carter grumbled with a look to her.
"You can excuse him. He doesn't sleep," Susan said walking over to Carter and messing up his hair. "So, what was this question?"
"Mile high club? Any members?" Pratt asked.
"Count me out," Susan said as she took an M&M out of Carter's package.
"Pearson?" Pratt asked.
"Honestly? No. None of the girls had the guts. I am taking a vacation with this great girl and she kind of seems the type." Pratt raised his eyebrows.
"Don't count on it," Carter said under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Andy said.
"I said don't count on it. Unless you get her drunk," Carter said not looking away from his chart.
"Carter," Susan said. The lounge was silent for a minute.
"So, Carter, your turn," Pratt said.
"You first," Carter said closing his chart.
"No. Do you think Deb would be up for it?" Pratt asked.
"That's going to be something you have to discuss with her," Carter told him, slapping Susan's hand away from his candy.
"So . . . your turn," Susan said playfully.
"Fine. Yes. I was inducted a long time ago," Carter confessed eating the last chocolate covered peanut.
"What's it like?" Andy asked.
Didn't this guy get the hint that Carter didn't want to hear his voice.
"Yeah, come on Carter," Susan said.
"Okay. It depends on the plane. If it's private or not. Depends on the person."
"More than once?" Pratt asked shocked.
"No comment."
"Hey, do you have a minute?" Susan asked straying off subject.
"If it has to do with having sex on planes, I'm out," Carter told her.
"No, it's not."
He shrugged and stood up. "I'm off anyway. Just delaying the inevitable." He opened his locker and grabbed his stuff.
"Good," Susan said as they walked out.
"Do you get the impression that he doesn't like me very much?" Andy suggested to Pratt.
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Please continue to offer your suggestions as to develop this story.
