Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Busy with holiday stuff. But I'm back now.

I followed Carter into the lounge. "Why are you here?" I hissed at him.

"Because I like it here, Abby. Believe it or not, my being here has absolutely nothing to do with you."

I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and looked at the floor. "Oh."

"I just want you to know that I plan on behaving completely professionally and I expect. . .I hope you'll do the same." I could feel his eyes on me but I wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Of course," I said. "But can I ask you a favor?"

He rolled his eyes. "What?"

"Don't treat Jake the way you used to treat Luka," I said and stormed out.

Jake was standing outside the lounge and I ran straight into him. "What's going on?" he asked, lowering his eyebrows.

I sighed and shook my head. "Just some old, unresolved issues. No big deal."

Jake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. "You know you can talk to me, right? And, Abby, if you and Dr. Carter are going to be working together then maybe. . .maybe you should sort this all out."

"No," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. "It just needs to be left alone." I placed my chin on his shoulder and I saw a familiar looking blonde standing at the admit desk. I pulled away from Jake and went over to her.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

She smiled. Something about that smile was just so. . .familiar. "I'm looking for John Carter," she said. "I'm supposed to meet him here."

"Um, and you are. . .?"

The girl giggled. "Oh, sorry. I'm Jessica. Jessica Barrows."

The flirty girl from the restaurant. The reason I'd broken it off with Carter. She was standing right in front of me.

I must have looked confused because, after a moments pause, she said, "I'm John's fiancé."

She placed her left hand on the counter and I saw the ring. It was a princess cut diamond (at least two karats) set on a white gold band.

Before I could actually register what I'd just heard and seen I heard Carter's voice. "Jess!" he said. He stepped around me and gave Jessica a big kiss. "I didn't think you were getting into town until tomorrow."

She giggled again. "I know but I just couldn't stand another minute without you, sweetums."

I watched this sicken little display in utter disbelief. Carter had never been really big on the lovey-dovey, mushy stuff. And here he was, standing in the middle of the ER, talking baby-talk this. . .this. . .this whore!

Suddenly, I needed a cigarette. I headed out the door to the ambulance bay. I fumbled with my lighter for a minute until I finally got it lit. "He's getting married?" I said to myself.

Why did I care so damn much? He could sleep with the entire cast of "Chicago" and I wouldn't care.

"Yes I would," I muttered, kicking a rock at a brick wall. I took a long drag of my cigarette and let the smoke out slowly. Carter always hated that I smoked.

The image of Carter and Jessica kept playing over and over in my head. I felt nauseous. I threw my cigarette on the ground and threw up into the snow. Then I collapsed.

"Abby? Are you OK?"

I looked to see Susan looking very concerned. "He's getting married," I said. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "He's getting married."

OK, I'll probably update tomorrow (Monday) or Tuesday. It all depends on whether or not I can pull myself away from my PlayStation2 that I got for Christmas!!!!!! WooHoo! Don't forget to review!