Disclaimer: I do not own the original ER characters, however I have made up
a few of my own
Falling Down: Returning Home
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Carter stepped into the lounge and mentally cringed as he saw Abby locked in Luka's embrace. He knew things were bad in their relationship. He knew some how things would work themselves out. So, instead of making the situation worse, he minded his own business. He wasn't about to get jealous of Luka accepting a welcome home from Abby. Especially since he was so close to Gillian. That was one thing him and Luka had in common at the moment. Luka's relationship with Gillian was probably just as rocky. He fumbled with his lock with nervous fingers before it finally opened. When he finally closed it and turned around he was alone in the room with Abby.
"Welcome back," she whispered taking a step towards him. He took one back and by her expression it was a slap in the face.
"I'm not expecting the same treatment as Luka," he said before walking past her and out the door. He knew he was probably being unfair, but her me-me-me attitude was unfair to him. So, he threw himself into his work, but his mood and attitude change didn't go unnoticed by anyone.
"You need a break," Susan said walking up behind him at admit.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, but I need a break and I need company."
Finally he closed his chart and followed her into the ambulance bay.
"Wanna talk about it?" Susan asked.
"What?"
"You and Abby."
"Nothing to talk about," he said down on the bench next to her.
"She's had a lot to say." He didn't move. "It sounds like you probably have a lot to say too."
"I'm not curious in the slightest to find out what she said. Let her feel what she wants."
"Do you even want to work things out?" Susan asked.
He looked at her. His gaze was intense and intimidating. So much so that Susan had to look away.
"You know, I spent a month is Africa watching these little kids die of AIDS and diseases that we could cure here. I helped amputate limbs with a dull saw. I watched Luka suffer out in the jungle. And the first thing I thought when I stepped off the plane was that I felt more at home in poverty than I did in my grandparent's house. For a long time the only constant in my life was Abby and slowly she started filtering out. I'm not trying to be selfish and I tried hard to be there for her with her family. It just seemed like my problems were smaller than hers. And then the more I think about her and how much she means to me, the more I realize that us jumping into a relationship was probably the worst thing we could do."
"Meaning that you and Abby are officially over?" she asked. He didn't look up from his shoes.
"I've decided that depending on another person to help me survive isn't worth it anymore," he told her as he stood up.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Susan asked, her eyes wide.
"It means that nothing is worth it anymore," he told her as he walked back inside.
Susan's mind spun with possibilities.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Abby and Susan bot stopped in their tracks when they saw Carter and Luka arguing in the lounge.
"Just do it," Luka said.
"I'm sick of this father figure act, Luka. Just stay out of it," he said slamming his locker shut.
"I talked to Gillian."
"I don't care what Gillian says. She doesn't know what she's talking about."
"She's a nurse."
"And you're getting into business that isn't yours," Carter said as he picked up his jacket. "I'm off."
"Want some company?" Susan asked.
Carter looked at her. "Haven't we already had this conversation?" he asked before walking out.
"What's going on?" Abby asked, looking at Luka.
"Nothing," Luka told her before closing his own locker.
"I think that's the first time you've ever lied to me," Abby said.
"Maybe it's for your own good," Luka said before walking out. Abby just looked at Susan.
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And the confrontations continued throughout the entire week. The relationship between Luka and Carter was only emphasized when the events in Africa came into the light.
"Hey," Susan said walking up next to Carter and handing him a cup of coffee. Almost the second it touched his fingers it was sitting on the counter. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said as he continued charting.
"Are you writing with your left hand?"
"Yeah."
"You're not left handed." Carter looked at her but didn't respond.
"Carter," Luka said walking up.
"What?" Carter growled.
"We need to talk," Luka said.
"No, we don't," Carter said attempting to walk off. Luka grabbed his arm and Carter nearly cried out in pain. "Dammit Luka." He immediately released Carter's right wrist.
"I thought you said it was fine."
"We don't have machines in Africa or didn't you notice," Carter said gently rubbing his wrist.
"You told me it was fine. You were doing procedures."
"With my left hand. Just drop the subject," Carter said as Luka followed him towards the lounge.
"No. Aside from this, I think you need to talk to someone," Luka told him.
"I talked to you. That was enough."
"What's going on?" Susan asked.
"Nothing," Carter said.
"Either you talk to someone, or I will," Luka threatened before walking off.
"Maybe you should talk to someone," Susan suggested.
"It won't delay the inevitable," Carter told her, walking off in the opposite direction.
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Author's Note: This is my newest work in progress. Please R&R and offer you suggestions and comments to me as I try and make this one complete.
Falling Down: Returning Home
~*~*~*~*~*~
Carter stepped into the lounge and mentally cringed as he saw Abby locked in Luka's embrace. He knew things were bad in their relationship. He knew some how things would work themselves out. So, instead of making the situation worse, he minded his own business. He wasn't about to get jealous of Luka accepting a welcome home from Abby. Especially since he was so close to Gillian. That was one thing him and Luka had in common at the moment. Luka's relationship with Gillian was probably just as rocky. He fumbled with his lock with nervous fingers before it finally opened. When he finally closed it and turned around he was alone in the room with Abby.
"Welcome back," she whispered taking a step towards him. He took one back and by her expression it was a slap in the face.
"I'm not expecting the same treatment as Luka," he said before walking past her and out the door. He knew he was probably being unfair, but her me-me-me attitude was unfair to him. So, he threw himself into his work, but his mood and attitude change didn't go unnoticed by anyone.
"You need a break," Susan said walking up behind him at admit.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, but I need a break and I need company."
Finally he closed his chart and followed her into the ambulance bay.
"Wanna talk about it?" Susan asked.
"What?"
"You and Abby."
"Nothing to talk about," he said down on the bench next to her.
"She's had a lot to say." He didn't move. "It sounds like you probably have a lot to say too."
"I'm not curious in the slightest to find out what she said. Let her feel what she wants."
"Do you even want to work things out?" Susan asked.
He looked at her. His gaze was intense and intimidating. So much so that Susan had to look away.
"You know, I spent a month is Africa watching these little kids die of AIDS and diseases that we could cure here. I helped amputate limbs with a dull saw. I watched Luka suffer out in the jungle. And the first thing I thought when I stepped off the plane was that I felt more at home in poverty than I did in my grandparent's house. For a long time the only constant in my life was Abby and slowly she started filtering out. I'm not trying to be selfish and I tried hard to be there for her with her family. It just seemed like my problems were smaller than hers. And then the more I think about her and how much she means to me, the more I realize that us jumping into a relationship was probably the worst thing we could do."
"Meaning that you and Abby are officially over?" she asked. He didn't look up from his shoes.
"I've decided that depending on another person to help me survive isn't worth it anymore," he told her as he stood up.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Susan asked, her eyes wide.
"It means that nothing is worth it anymore," he told her as he walked back inside.
Susan's mind spun with possibilities.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Abby and Susan bot stopped in their tracks when they saw Carter and Luka arguing in the lounge.
"Just do it," Luka said.
"I'm sick of this father figure act, Luka. Just stay out of it," he said slamming his locker shut.
"I talked to Gillian."
"I don't care what Gillian says. She doesn't know what she's talking about."
"She's a nurse."
"And you're getting into business that isn't yours," Carter said as he picked up his jacket. "I'm off."
"Want some company?" Susan asked.
Carter looked at her. "Haven't we already had this conversation?" he asked before walking out.
"What's going on?" Abby asked, looking at Luka.
"Nothing," Luka told her before closing his own locker.
"I think that's the first time you've ever lied to me," Abby said.
"Maybe it's for your own good," Luka said before walking out. Abby just looked at Susan.
~*~*~*~*~*~
And the confrontations continued throughout the entire week. The relationship between Luka and Carter was only emphasized when the events in Africa came into the light.
"Hey," Susan said walking up next to Carter and handing him a cup of coffee. Almost the second it touched his fingers it was sitting on the counter. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said as he continued charting.
"Are you writing with your left hand?"
"Yeah."
"You're not left handed." Carter looked at her but didn't respond.
"Carter," Luka said walking up.
"What?" Carter growled.
"We need to talk," Luka said.
"No, we don't," Carter said attempting to walk off. Luka grabbed his arm and Carter nearly cried out in pain. "Dammit Luka." He immediately released Carter's right wrist.
"I thought you said it was fine."
"We don't have machines in Africa or didn't you notice," Carter said gently rubbing his wrist.
"You told me it was fine. You were doing procedures."
"With my left hand. Just drop the subject," Carter said as Luka followed him towards the lounge.
"No. Aside from this, I think you need to talk to someone," Luka told him.
"I talked to you. That was enough."
"What's going on?" Susan asked.
"Nothing," Carter said.
"Either you talk to someone, or I will," Luka threatened before walking off.
"Maybe you should talk to someone," Susan suggested.
"It won't delay the inevitable," Carter told her, walking off in the opposite direction.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note: This is my newest work in progress. Please R&R and offer you suggestions and comments to me as I try and make this one complete.
