Authors' Notes: Hey guys, I've "Recalled to Life" this story. LOL I'm on break so I have time to write and update and will actually motivation to do so. Umm these first few chapters are gonna be crappy cause I've been working on a story with Kat... I hope you guys have read it.. It's called "Hate to Love and Back" and well I'm doing first person Carter POV and it's hard for me to get back into the groove with this one since is in the third person... And I have to stop getting my plots confused. Give me like 2 or three days and we'll be okay. I promise. And tell me what you think. I enjoy both nice and nasty flamming reviews cause then I know what I have to fix. Any ideas, comments, ANYTHING please send me an email:: ellaspyrka@yahoo.com or AIM me: Love Among Ruin or MSN Messanger, just type in my email addy in the contacts list. Anyways thanks so much and enjoy the new show ... LOL And thanks to Amanda and Kat for reviewing.. LOL I can always count on you!! Thanks!!!

He looked at her closer, the dark bags under her eyes stood out more than they had before. But now she was a resident and working unbelieveable hours and shifts. Her hair was thrown up loosely and half of it hanged out at the bottom. She looked more worn out but she seemed a bit more energetic, a bit more resilient. Not the way he remembered her. Maybe her physical apperanace hadn't changed much, but mentally, she was a new person.

"Sorry."

She looked at him for a second, then rolled her eyes and laughed. Some old habits like rolling her eyes would never change.

"It's alright. I"ve had a long day. So... you're back?"

He had expected silence, or strange glares, or maybe even some hostility. But not this. Not her like this.

"Yeah... I got home yesterday."

She nods her head and takes a sip of her coffee and makes a funny glance. Her coffee must either be bad or cold. She heads over the garbage can near the door and throws it in.

"Never let Chuny make coffee."

He laughs a little. She's so much more outgoing, happier. He doesn't know how or why. He could stand there for hours just watching her. She's beautiful.

"I'm heading to get coffee right now, do you want anything?"

She shakes her head no.

"I'll go with you."

Abby Lockhart has been replaced by aliens. Or something's happened to her. He loves the new Abby. But is it really her? Is he hiding some sort of pain and misery behind a smile and a laugh? He watches her walk off to get her coat and he starts walking towards the door, checking the board. Everything seems stable and clear, and he has his pager, and Gallant and Pratt are both here. She emerges from the doors and head over to him.

"Let's go."



He joins her in her small stride towards the newly opened diner across the road. They walk in silence for a bit, she's looking up at the snow fall. Snow, he hadn't seen it all year, until now, and he realized how much he missed it.

"So.. How are you and Kem?"

He had expected that question to come up, but not as quickly and openly as right now.

"She's in Africa."

She looks at him questioningly.

"And your here."

He nods his head and allows her to put the pieces together.

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. Smiling a bit.

"It was nice while it lasted, but it would never work out."

She gives him an understanding glace. He knows she understands. He knows she felt the same way. They are so alike in so many ways. It's just hard to get the right words out when they need to come out.

"I know that feeling."

They stroll lazily across the street. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. He's enjoying the moment, the talking. It's nice. It's something they both need.

"So what about you?"

He hears her let out a light ironical laugh.

"Luka's with Sam. They are perfect together."

He assumes it's a good thing, since she's smiling at the end. No hard feelings.

Awkward silence engulfs them both for the few short steps up to the diner. They order coffee and head to their usual booth in the corner.

"It's been a while."

He's still in complete disbelief over the person in front of him.

The coffee comes and he plays with the brown mug. She sips her coffee silently.

"Abby... I got your letter."

She looks up at him, trying to pretend she doesn't know what he's talking about. But he knows she knows. There is no hiding the pain behind her eyes.

"I hadn't know."

The light expression disappears from her face and her usual pout begins to form.

"Don't worry about it, Carter. Can we just try to forget it?"

She's biting on her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. Why won't she just talk.

"I don't want to."

She looks at him for a second and then goes back to the table.

"Well I have. We both know we're better as friends."

What is he supposed to say to that? What can he say? He shruggs his shoulders and she starts to get up.

"I need to get back to work. I have about 17 patients. Welcome back."

He watches her walk out of the diner, her quick step towards the hospital. He hadn't realized how much he missed her, and their friendship. He misses her.