Don't Go
Author's Notes: This is my first fic. It's a Carby (of course) about what should have happened after Carter came back from Africa. It continues from the TV scene when Carter is in Abby's room after getting off the plane...
John Carter stood outside the apartment building he'd entered so many times. He hadn't been there in a few months, not since he'd left for Africa. He took the key Abby had given him months ago and opened the door. He walked down the hallway and stood outside her door. God, he was so jet lagged.
He sighed, suddenly feeling a little nervous about seeing her. He unlocked the door quietly, and stepped inside. The apartment was dark. She must be in bed. He put down his bags and walked over to her room. He opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and just watched her for a while. He liked this. He liked being here with her, without having any complications or fights. She looked peaceful, happy. He wondered what she was dreaming.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. It had grown a lot. Her blonde locks were a few inches below her slender shoulders. She stirred a little. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, looking around, and then her eyes rested on him.
"John?" She whispered
"I'm here,"
Memories of the past few months entered her mind. Memories of him leaving her, and being gone for a few months without a call or a letter. She put her defenses up, as she was so prone to doing whenever anyone hurt her. She sat up.
"What are you doing here?" She asked sternly
"I just got in. I-I was going to go home, but I wanted to see you," He told her softly.
"Well, you can't just come in here and then walk away whenever you want," She said bitterly.
"It was a mistake Abby. I shouldn't have left, I know I shouldn't have. But I was upset. I wasn't thinking," He explained guiltily.
"I don't know why you're telling me this. You made it pretty clear it was over the night you left," Abby responded, her sadness showing through her façade.
"I didn't want it to be over. I just... I just had to get away. And I'm sorry,"
"I bet you're really sorry," Abby said sarcastically
"Listen Abby, I'm tired. I just got off a plane. I just want you to know that I missed you. A lot. And I'm sorry. I just came by to tell you that," He told her tiredly, not feeling up to arguing with her.
He touched her hand softly, stood up, and turned to go. She waited a few seconds and then reluctantly reached for his hand.
"John, wait. D-don't go. Please," She pleaded shyly, looking down.
When she glanced up she saw he was smiling at her. He climbed onto the bed beside her, and she turned off the light. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and held her close to him.
"I'm still mad at you, you know," She said stubbornly, though he could see her smiling.
"Yeah, I bet you are," He teased, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
And soon they were both asleep.
Author's Notes: This is my first fic. It's a Carby (of course) about what should have happened after Carter came back from Africa. It continues from the TV scene when Carter is in Abby's room after getting off the plane...
John Carter stood outside the apartment building he'd entered so many times. He hadn't been there in a few months, not since he'd left for Africa. He took the key Abby had given him months ago and opened the door. He walked down the hallway and stood outside her door. God, he was so jet lagged.
He sighed, suddenly feeling a little nervous about seeing her. He unlocked the door quietly, and stepped inside. The apartment was dark. She must be in bed. He put down his bags and walked over to her room. He opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and just watched her for a while. He liked this. He liked being here with her, without having any complications or fights. She looked peaceful, happy. He wondered what she was dreaming.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. It had grown a lot. Her blonde locks were a few inches below her slender shoulders. She stirred a little. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, looking around, and then her eyes rested on him.
"John?" She whispered
"I'm here,"
Memories of the past few months entered her mind. Memories of him leaving her, and being gone for a few months without a call or a letter. She put her defenses up, as she was so prone to doing whenever anyone hurt her. She sat up.
"What are you doing here?" She asked sternly
"I just got in. I-I was going to go home, but I wanted to see you," He told her softly.
"Well, you can't just come in here and then walk away whenever you want," She said bitterly.
"It was a mistake Abby. I shouldn't have left, I know I shouldn't have. But I was upset. I wasn't thinking," He explained guiltily.
"I don't know why you're telling me this. You made it pretty clear it was over the night you left," Abby responded, her sadness showing through her façade.
"I didn't want it to be over. I just... I just had to get away. And I'm sorry,"
"I bet you're really sorry," Abby said sarcastically
"Listen Abby, I'm tired. I just got off a plane. I just want you to know that I missed you. A lot. And I'm sorry. I just came by to tell you that," He told her tiredly, not feeling up to arguing with her.
He touched her hand softly, stood up, and turned to go. She waited a few seconds and then reluctantly reached for his hand.
"John, wait. D-don't go. Please," She pleaded shyly, looking down.
When she glanced up she saw he was smiling at her. He climbed onto the bed beside her, and she turned off the light. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and held her close to him.
"I'm still mad at you, you know," She said stubbornly, though he could see her smiling.
"Yeah, I bet you are," He teased, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
And soon they were both asleep.
