Author's Notes: It's Thanksgiving. I hate holidays. I needed to update so here you go. And I will have another one up after turkey dinner tonight if I first dont' pass out. Till later then, and please dont' forget to hit that little review button on the bottom, thanks so much!!!

His shift over, he signed out all his patients to Susan, and headed to look for Abby. She was off the same time he was, but she still had about three patients waiting for an admit. She had to hang around. He swung around the corner, looking into her patient's rooms, hoping she would be in one of them, but she wasn't. He checked the drug lock up, and then headed to the suture room. He saw the lights were off, yet still decided to check inside. He opened the door, and sure enough, saw her petite figure lying on a gurney, probably tired out from the last two shifts she had to pull off. He saw her head shift toward the door, and he knew she was awake. He walked in closer, shutting the door behind him.

"We need to talk."

She shifted over to the other side, avoiding his gaze.

"There's nothing left to talk about."

He sat down on the edge of her bed.

"No. There's everything to talk about."

He could picture her rolling her eyes at that moment.

"You're happy with Kem, and she's pregnant with your kid. I'm an old memory that's going to fade away. End of story."

No. She isn't just an old memory. He could never forget her, even if he tried.

"And you're with Luka. I can say the same thing about you."

He felt her shift onto her back, and he looked at her.

"Only I'd love to see Luka giving birth to my child."

He laughed with her, the first normal, calm moment they've had since he returned. Then the air grew heavy again between them.

"It's not mine."

He looked away, searching for something to concentrate on.

"What?"

He started biting on his bottom lip.

"The baby. Kem's. It's not mine."

He swear he could have heard her stop breathing.

"Why?"

He loved these one syllable questions.

"We're good together."

At that point, he was starring into the light, watching Abby's shadow on the floor. She had begun to sit up. He felt her hand on his cheek, gently pulling his head to face hers. She was only a few millimeters apart, a gentle whisper from her.

"And we were great together."

He could have sworn he felt her graze his lips. His heart had stopped beating, and then went into overdrive. He wasn't smiling, he was just confused. She had gotten up in the time he had registered what was happening. He reached out for her hand. She quickly snatched it away from his grasp.

"Abby..."

He saw her heading toward the door.

"I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened."

He got up, running after her, slamming the door shut in front of her. He had her pinned between him and the door.

"Just tell me you don't love me."

He didn't know why he requested that. It just might help him forget her, to move on.

He saw her match gazes with him.

"I don't love you . . . "

She was lying. He could tell it from the way her body was shaking, the way she instantly moved her gaze away from him, the tear that begun to fall. She was lying. He let the door go, and watched her walk out. She wasn't running, she was keeping calm. He saw her heading toward Luka, but she simply walked right past him.

He took out his cell, and pressed one on his keypad. He brought it up to his ear, and the phone rung, once, twice. He finally heard her voice answer with a simple 'hello?'.

"Kem, it's me. I'm gonna be a little late tonight. I have to go check up on a friend."

He heard her reply with an 'okay' and an 'I love you' as he quickly shut his phone and dropped it into his pocket. He got his coat out of the lounge, and headed in the same direction she had only a few minutes ago.