Two for the price of one
Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own them, but if I did, I'd have Carter as my sex slave, Mark as my personal physician, Elizabeth as my midwife, Luka as my other sex slave and Abby, well, she'd just stand around and watch while she drank her tequila. So, no, I don't own them, some dude at NBC owns them!!
Rating: PG - 13, mainly because I like to see the word shit every now and then.
AN: I'm really getting into these Carcy (who the hell comes up with these names anyway?!) stories. Or maybe it's the JC/LK storyline. Hell, we could call it Doctor and Med Student and it would still work! Anyway, this is a different take on the whole stabbing episode, which in my opinion has been beaten to death (no pun intended), myself included. So expect a little angst, a lot of sarcasm and some seriously twisted plotlines!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Chapter 1: A cut above the rest
Six months. Six long, incredibly difficult months since that fateful valentine's day. Carter looked at his reflection in the mirror as he scraped the razor up the side of his face. Sometimes he wished he could be like a girl and not shave every day, but then he started looking like that guy from the mountains, grizzly adams. "OW!" He cursed as his razor hit a funny shape on his face and sliced his skin open. Not only would that hurt like hell, but he'd have to walk around with a piece of toilet paper on it to keep it from bleeding all over his patients. Funny how your face bleeds so much from just a little cut. He glanced again at his reflection and noted that he was starting to look well older than his years.
Carter finished shaving, checked his watch, and splashed aftershave on his face. The cut burned enough to make him wince, and he rummaged in his medicine cabinet to see if he had a small enough bandaid so as not to draw attention to his face. He checked his watch again, grabbed his keys off his nightstand and walked out to his waiting jeep in the driveway. He glanced behind him once at the sprawling mansion that was currently his home, and then drove off to his shift at the hospital.
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A girl struggled with her large suitcase at O'Hare airport as other impatient luggage grabbers waited for her to get out of the way. She managed to not hit anybody until she got up to the gate, where she proceeded to hit an elderly patron in the back with her luggage.
"Oh God I am SO sorry," she stammered. The old man looked at her kindly for a moment and then disappeared. She shook her head slowly for a moment and then scanned the crowd for a familiar face. There was none. Odd, since it was a red-eye flight and Laila promised to be there at 3:00am, holding up a sign for her. Goofy things like this had been part of their sisterhood for almost 23 years. They shared many things, including identical features.
She scanned the terminal again, hoping that maybe in her jetlagged state she had missed something, but there was no Laila, and no sign that bore the name Lucy with a silver knight on it.
TBC
AN: Okay, I have no idea how old Lucy actually was, so if anyone knows, put it in a review and I'll fix the story. Most of you can see where I'm going with this, I hope. Should be one interesting little reunion at County General!
Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own them, but if I did, I'd have Carter as my sex slave, Mark as my personal physician, Elizabeth as my midwife, Luka as my other sex slave and Abby, well, she'd just stand around and watch while she drank her tequila. So, no, I don't own them, some dude at NBC owns them!!
Rating: PG - 13, mainly because I like to see the word shit every now and then.
AN: I'm really getting into these Carcy (who the hell comes up with these names anyway?!) stories. Or maybe it's the JC/LK storyline. Hell, we could call it Doctor and Med Student and it would still work! Anyway, this is a different take on the whole stabbing episode, which in my opinion has been beaten to death (no pun intended), myself included. So expect a little angst, a lot of sarcasm and some seriously twisted plotlines!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Chapter 1: A cut above the rest
Six months. Six long, incredibly difficult months since that fateful valentine's day. Carter looked at his reflection in the mirror as he scraped the razor up the side of his face. Sometimes he wished he could be like a girl and not shave every day, but then he started looking like that guy from the mountains, grizzly adams. "OW!" He cursed as his razor hit a funny shape on his face and sliced his skin open. Not only would that hurt like hell, but he'd have to walk around with a piece of toilet paper on it to keep it from bleeding all over his patients. Funny how your face bleeds so much from just a little cut. He glanced again at his reflection and noted that he was starting to look well older than his years.
Carter finished shaving, checked his watch, and splashed aftershave on his face. The cut burned enough to make him wince, and he rummaged in his medicine cabinet to see if he had a small enough bandaid so as not to draw attention to his face. He checked his watch again, grabbed his keys off his nightstand and walked out to his waiting jeep in the driveway. He glanced behind him once at the sprawling mansion that was currently his home, and then drove off to his shift at the hospital.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A girl struggled with her large suitcase at O'Hare airport as other impatient luggage grabbers waited for her to get out of the way. She managed to not hit anybody until she got up to the gate, where she proceeded to hit an elderly patron in the back with her luggage.
"Oh God I am SO sorry," she stammered. The old man looked at her kindly for a moment and then disappeared. She shook her head slowly for a moment and then scanned the crowd for a familiar face. There was none. Odd, since it was a red-eye flight and Laila promised to be there at 3:00am, holding up a sign for her. Goofy things like this had been part of their sisterhood for almost 23 years. They shared many things, including identical features.
She scanned the terminal again, hoping that maybe in her jetlagged state she had missed something, but there was no Laila, and no sign that bore the name Lucy with a silver knight on it.
TBC
AN: Okay, I have no idea how old Lucy actually was, so if anyone knows, put it in a review and I'll fix the story. Most of you can see where I'm going with this, I hope. Should be one interesting little reunion at County General!
