Title - Every Day Dawns
Author - Katriona
E-mail - JNButler19@aol.com
Rating - PG-13 just in case, but not sure
Summary - Abby and Carter are together, but something major will happen.
Authors note - AU fic. It's the first fanfic I've had the courage to let others read. Please R and R, I need all the help I can get!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything, etc.
Night
There was darkness, and he felt like he was drowning, he could feel the water around him, his back was cold and wet and it was dark, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to turn his head but pain shot through his body and he moved his eyes instead, just enough to see bright lights flashing in puddles, a long way from where he lay. Pushing through the pain barrier, he moved round, desperately trying to work out what had happened. Rolling to his right, he came face to face with a seat, obscuring his view, so he rolled the other way, and the light shining from the lamppost near him meant that he could see everything. The limousine he had been travelling in extended before him, upside down and crushed, and he could see why. There was the cab of a truck about five metres away, dissecting the limo in half. As his eyes adjusted more, he saw that it hadn't even turned over, just ploughed into them and turned them over before driving over them. Just before the limo disappeared under the tangle of metal, he could see her, or at least he thought he could, an arm reaching towards him, and, barely visible next to the truck, the rest of her, lying still, covered in a black substance, oil or maybe, possibly blood, the red indistinguishable in the darkness. He tried to move, but the pain shot through him again, and he gave up, dropping his head back to the tarmac and closing his eyes, his ears suddenly becoming more alert. He could hear voices, faint, far away, or maybe it was him that was far away, he felt like he was floating, drifting away on a cloud. There was nothing, no pain, no darkness, no cold, just soft white cushions carrying him.
As he fell asleep, a sharp, harsh noise filled his head and he groaned, opening his eyes again to the horror that was before him. He shook his head slightly before realising what had happened, and began admonishing himself for beginning to fall asleep, angry and in pain. He looked to his left again, trying to see what was happening, ad tried to move, desperate to crawl towards her, to hold her, to tell her everything would be alright, but the pain was back again, paralysing, destroying. He contented himself with shouting at her instead,
'Abby! ABBY! Please, answer me. Come on sweetie, wake up. Abby, answer me.' He shouts turned to sobs as he received no movement, no sign of a response, nothing that could indicate she was still alive, except the every steady flow of liquid that he could see, and was almost certain was blood.
The noise was back, louder, and this time he could recognise it, a chainsaw, something to cut through metal, and he could see the sparks flying in the puddles. He closed his eyes, he thought for only a moment, but then was aware of someone next to him, saying words that sounded alien, strange syllables pieced together with no meaning, just noises. Opening his eyes, the words suddenly became real as he watched the persons mouth, a man, looking at him with a concerned but professional air.
'It's ok sir. We'll get you out off here soon.' He tired to move his head, but the man's hands were in the way.
'You need to keep still.' The voice came back as he closed his eyes, and he sighed with annoyance.
'My girlfr . my wife. Please you've got to help her. How is she?' He was desperately trying to look, but the man stopped him, putting a collar on him and shining a light in his eyes.
'Follow the light with your eyes.' He tried to knock the light away, he didn't want to follow a stupid light, and he wanted to see Abby.
'Please, tell me how she is. I'm a doctor, I want to know.'
'Ok sir. We are doing everything we can. Now, can you feel you legs.' He tried to nod but realised he couldn't and settled for a quiet reply,
'Yes.' The man's voice was quieter, he had moved.
'Can you wriggle your feet for me?' He tried but pain shot through his body and he groaned.
'Do you have any back pain?' There the voice was again, close to his ear, like a fly that persisted in buzzing round his head, he wanted to swat it but it hurt too much when he moved.
'Yes.' He voice was feeble, not like him at all. He needed to pull himself together, to try and move, to help them with Abby. He could here voices in the distance, more cutting equipment near where he had seen her. The voices were concerned, some of them, others higher and more desperate, shouting orders quickly, like he did in a trauma.
Focusing on himself, he felt a backboard being slid underneath his body and his head being stabilised, the straps brought across his chest to tie him down and then he was being dragged along the ground. He opened his eyes again, trying to see her, but there were too many people in the way and he shut them against the blur of colour and movement he was confronted with as he was raised onto a gurney and wheeled towards the flashing lights. He tried not to go back to sleep, and that damn voice was back again, telling him he must stay awake, but it was too much to ask for, and he ignored it, slipping into darkness as he heard the doors slam behind him and felt the rig begin to move off.
Please R&R, I really appreciate it, even if it is criticism, which is likely. Thank you.
Author - Katriona
E-mail - JNButler19@aol.com
Rating - PG-13 just in case, but not sure
Summary - Abby and Carter are together, but something major will happen.
Authors note - AU fic. It's the first fanfic I've had the courage to let others read. Please R and R, I need all the help I can get!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything, etc.
Night
There was darkness, and he felt like he was drowning, he could feel the water around him, his back was cold and wet and it was dark, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to turn his head but pain shot through his body and he moved his eyes instead, just enough to see bright lights flashing in puddles, a long way from where he lay. Pushing through the pain barrier, he moved round, desperately trying to work out what had happened. Rolling to his right, he came face to face with a seat, obscuring his view, so he rolled the other way, and the light shining from the lamppost near him meant that he could see everything. The limousine he had been travelling in extended before him, upside down and crushed, and he could see why. There was the cab of a truck about five metres away, dissecting the limo in half. As his eyes adjusted more, he saw that it hadn't even turned over, just ploughed into them and turned them over before driving over them. Just before the limo disappeared under the tangle of metal, he could see her, or at least he thought he could, an arm reaching towards him, and, barely visible next to the truck, the rest of her, lying still, covered in a black substance, oil or maybe, possibly blood, the red indistinguishable in the darkness. He tried to move, but the pain shot through him again, and he gave up, dropping his head back to the tarmac and closing his eyes, his ears suddenly becoming more alert. He could hear voices, faint, far away, or maybe it was him that was far away, he felt like he was floating, drifting away on a cloud. There was nothing, no pain, no darkness, no cold, just soft white cushions carrying him.
As he fell asleep, a sharp, harsh noise filled his head and he groaned, opening his eyes again to the horror that was before him. He shook his head slightly before realising what had happened, and began admonishing himself for beginning to fall asleep, angry and in pain. He looked to his left again, trying to see what was happening, ad tried to move, desperate to crawl towards her, to hold her, to tell her everything would be alright, but the pain was back again, paralysing, destroying. He contented himself with shouting at her instead,
'Abby! ABBY! Please, answer me. Come on sweetie, wake up. Abby, answer me.' He shouts turned to sobs as he received no movement, no sign of a response, nothing that could indicate she was still alive, except the every steady flow of liquid that he could see, and was almost certain was blood.
The noise was back, louder, and this time he could recognise it, a chainsaw, something to cut through metal, and he could see the sparks flying in the puddles. He closed his eyes, he thought for only a moment, but then was aware of someone next to him, saying words that sounded alien, strange syllables pieced together with no meaning, just noises. Opening his eyes, the words suddenly became real as he watched the persons mouth, a man, looking at him with a concerned but professional air.
'It's ok sir. We'll get you out off here soon.' He tired to move his head, but the man's hands were in the way.
'You need to keep still.' The voice came back as he closed his eyes, and he sighed with annoyance.
'My girlfr . my wife. Please you've got to help her. How is she?' He was desperately trying to look, but the man stopped him, putting a collar on him and shining a light in his eyes.
'Follow the light with your eyes.' He tried to knock the light away, he didn't want to follow a stupid light, and he wanted to see Abby.
'Please, tell me how she is. I'm a doctor, I want to know.'
'Ok sir. We are doing everything we can. Now, can you feel you legs.' He tried to nod but realised he couldn't and settled for a quiet reply,
'Yes.' The man's voice was quieter, he had moved.
'Can you wriggle your feet for me?' He tried but pain shot through his body and he groaned.
'Do you have any back pain?' There the voice was again, close to his ear, like a fly that persisted in buzzing round his head, he wanted to swat it but it hurt too much when he moved.
'Yes.' He voice was feeble, not like him at all. He needed to pull himself together, to try and move, to help them with Abby. He could here voices in the distance, more cutting equipment near where he had seen her. The voices were concerned, some of them, others higher and more desperate, shouting orders quickly, like he did in a trauma.
Focusing on himself, he felt a backboard being slid underneath his body and his head being stabilised, the straps brought across his chest to tie him down and then he was being dragged along the ground. He opened his eyes again, trying to see her, but there were too many people in the way and he shut them against the blur of colour and movement he was confronted with as he was raised onto a gurney and wheeled towards the flashing lights. He tried not to go back to sleep, and that damn voice was back again, telling him he must stay awake, but it was too much to ask for, and he ignored it, slipping into darkness as he heard the doors slam behind him and felt the rig begin to move off.
Please R&R, I really appreciate it, even if it is criticism, which is likely. Thank you.
