VacationERs: By Mandi
Summery: Romano takes the crew to England for some bonding time. Funny stuff happens.
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Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. They spoil all my fun. I like to pretend that ER is mine, and it all seems real until I have to write this. *sigh*
Archive: Sure, but email me first
Rating: PG
Spoilers: if you haven't seen the show 'chaos theory' then don't read chapter two. It just has to do with Romano…if you've seen it, you know what I mean. That was a graphic episode, wasn't it? So scary. It was in my nightmares for a week. J
A/N: My attempt at humor. It will probably make you cry instead. Or be angered. But, don't do the drastic and throw your computer out the window. I can't replace it.
Please READ and REVIEW!!!
P.S I love Tic-Tacs. And they are owned by whoever invented them. Which is not me. If it was, I would have bought the rights to ER a long time ago. Carter would be gone, and Abby and Luka would still be together. Lubies rock!
Trip one of the VacationERs.
London, England
Chapter the First
"We are going on a road trip." Dr. Romano announced to County General's finest doctors and nurse.
Groans were heard throughout the crowd.
Carter: You made us all come here at 5:30 in the morning to tell us that?
Romano: That's it, keep up the positive attitude. You misfits should do this. It's broadening.
Abby: Sounds like torture, being stuck with all of these people. We see enough of each other at work, and –
Romano: Let me rephrase. You have to do it. If you don't, you're fired.
Gallant: Haha you can't fire me!
Abby: Or me!
Gallant: I guess we'll just be leaving then, unless we have a reason to stay…
Susan: Where are we going?
Romano: Well, I took into account all of you're backgrounds and personalities, and decided we're going to spend a fun filled week in …London!
Susan: Ontario? We get to go to Canada?
Romano: England.
Crowd: Cool!
Elizabeth: Bloody hell. This can't be happening.
Gallant looks impressed. Abby doesn't.
Susan: Come on Abby, the girls club can't do anything without you! We're totally dependant on you. If you're busy, I just whine until you come. We're incapable to have any fun without you, because you're just so much fun.
Deb: I hear the beer is good.
Abby: Okay, I'm in.
Romano: Okay, now we're taking a bus. Listen for your name and bus partner.
Pratt: Partner?
Elizabeth: Great, I know where this is going.
Mandi: How?
Elizabeth: I've spent enough time reading these fan fictions to know what's coming. Romano and I can't even be in the same story without having something like this happening.
Mandi: I see.
Romano: Abby, Susan, Carter, Luka, Deb, Gallant, Pratt, Window, and that leaves me and Lizzie. Now move it! We have to go to England!
*Suddenly, out of nowhere appears a huge, shiny…yellow schoolbus.*
Susan: EW!
Romano: Ahh, it's the method of transportation!
Deb: Cough!
Carter: Hack!
Gallant: Gag!
Romano: It's the smell of a road trip!
Abby: It smells like a schoolbus!
Romano: Exactly. Now get in before the traumas come –
Connie: We have GSW to the shoulder, ETA five minutes, can you take it?
Abby: Comprend pas. Parlez vous ces't anglais? L'emmergency? Qui?
Connie: Uh, ok?
Abby: Qui
Romano: Move it people!
Abby: Ces't l'autobus est stupide!
Romano: Thank you for being supportive, Abby
*The doctors board the bus. It is gross.*
Gallant: I want the backseat!
Abby: Nuh uh, I already dibbed it!
Gallant: you didn't!
Abby: Did so. You probably don't even know how dibsies work!
Carter: Too bad. I call it now
Abby: Shutup Carter
Carter: Okay. Please don't hurt me
Pratt: Dude, you have an abusive girlfriend
Abby: Shutup, Pratt
Pratt: okay
Deb: *sitting at the backseat* Ha-ha! I got the backseat!
Gallant: Yea! *he high-fives Deb*
Romano: Will you losers just sit down?
Carter: I want a window seat
Luka: No way. It's mine.
Carter: Pwease? I'll be your best friend
Luka: No
Carter: Drat. That always worked on Abby.
Luka: I'm European, Carter. Do you really think I'd fall for that?
Carter: No sir, sorry sir
Luka: Right.
Susan: Abby, can I have the window seat?
Abby: It depends. Did you call it?
Susan: Yep
Abby: Okay. Can't win over that.
Pratt: So, Window, how's it hanging?
Window: …
Pratt: Just so you know, I'm the best doctor here.
Window: …
Pratt: So you think you're a wise guy, huh?
Window: …
Pratt: You think you can fight?
Window: …
Pratt: C'mere!
Romano: So, Lizzie, have you ever thought about dating again?
Elizabeth: Beg your pardon?
Romano: Well, now that Mark is in the Greene grass, you're free
Elizabeth: I dunno.
Romano: He'd want you to move on
Elizabeth: I know
Romano: So what's the problem?
Elizabeth: I just don't think I can date another man again
Romano: Of course you can
Elizabeth: No really, not another man. Not another one. No more Marks! Stop the Madness! I suffered through seasons of a relationship that might only beat the Carby one
Abby: I second that
*Somebody's voice comes over the loudspeaker*
Gus: Hello. I am Gus. I drive this bus.
Crowd: Hi Gus!
Gus: Where to?
Crowd: England!
Gus: Okay!
*Gus looks out at the crowd. In the front, a woman with flaming hair is passing out buttons that say 'Writers! Do the Wright thing and Stop the Mark Madness! Stop the M.M!' The man beside her was helping helpfully. A few seats down, a blond haired lady had her head stuck out the window, while the darker haired one was moping. Across from them, a doctor with an attitude was punching the window. Two doctors in the backseat were discussing something from a fashion magazine. The last doctors were having a heated argument about somebody named Abby.*
Romano: England, here we come!
A/N: Alrightee, I think I've gone quite mad. Read and Review, because the sugar is not going to wear out for a little while and I'm in a typin' mood.
Take the two step program:
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*Big puppy dog eyes*
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It gets better. I swear.
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No really. Would I lie?
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By hitting this button, you are saying 'wow I like this fic.' OR 'this is the worst thing in the world.' Tell me. Tell me how good or bad it is. I dare you.
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Thought not.