Author: Krissy
Warnings: Spoilers for 5/15's Season 9 Finalee. Slash loosely implied. John/Luka, and bit of John/Abby.
Rating: G
John stared down at the serene face of Abby, and reached out, carefully stroking her tangled hair. His fingers drifted lower, across her warm face, and she stirred slightly, but didn't wake. His fingers gently traced her cheeks, her nose, her lips...
Everything was so different now. Even the slightest touch of her skin felt wrong to his fingertips.
He'd seen so much. Done so much. Helped so many people.
He wasn't the same anymore.
He couldn't be the same anymore.
He wondered if Luka thought the same?
He stood swiftly, and fought his way back through the darkness, stopping only for a moment to sort through a drawer of keys in Abby's desk.
As quietly as he'd come, he left the apartment, only vague destinations circling his foggy thoughts.
He just couldn't go back inside to Abby's, or go home, or go put in an early shift at the hospital.
He wondered when Luka would return to County, and if he'd be the same, or if he, too, would see the world through new eyes.
If he'd become more serious, want to return to the Congo, want to talk to John as much as he wanted to speak to Luka.
He marveled at that thought.
Why did everything suddenly connect back to the somber-eyed Luka Kovac?