This story is set in about 2016, but the diaries start at the end of S9,
which has happened but S10 doesn't happen. Callie is Carter and Abby's 16
yr old daughter.
Chapter 1
Callie ran up to the attic and pulled across one of the big brown boxes, of which there were hundreds, and began to look through it. It had to be somewhere in here, she was looking for her old radio which she hadn't used for years but now needed for when she left a holiday with her friend. Haphazardly looking through what seemed like the millionth box she came across leather bound book with the words "The Diary of John Truman Carter, 2000" That was nearly 16 years ago, the year she was born in. Callie knew she shouldn't look in it, she knew that wouldn't be what her Dad would want, but she needed to know, she wanted to know, what it said. Pulling across the diary she flipped open the first page and began to read.
Dear Diary (don't you think that sounds so clichéd?) Well I got this from Gamma for Christmas so I suppose I should use it. I guess you probably want to know a bit about me, my name is John Carter, I live in Chicago and I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, Abby Lockheart That's about it really. I'm not a very interesting man.
Dear Diary
I'm going away to Africa with Luka to help out at a hospital in the Congo. Abby doesn't want me to go, we argued about it a lot and we have decided it is best if we just stay as friends. I didn't want to leave her but she is so absorbed in her own problems and she won't let me help so maybe this is for the best?? We had break-up sex (I know, I know) and then I left. We fly out to the Congo tomorrow.
Callie didn't understand what her Dad was talking about, she quickly flipped through the rest of the pages to try and find out what happened but there was nothing there but blank pages. She sighed and flung the diary down. Looking through the box again she came across an identical book, but this time the front said "The Diary Of Abby Lockheart, 2000." This time Callie had no doubts about reading it and quickly opened it to try and find out what happened next in this love saga of her parents.
Dear Diary, John's Gamma gave us these matching diaries for Christmas and I thought I should make use of it. I guess you want to know a bit about me, my name is Abby Lockheart (don't ever call me Abigail), I live in Chicago and I have the most handsome boyfriend called John Carter. I also have a pretty screwed up family, but they're mostly out of the picture right now.
Dear Diary John's going to Africa. I don't want him too. It's as simple as that really. It's my fault really. I guess I've just been pushing him away. You know the screwed up family I mentioned before? Well they made an appearance and basically took over my life for a long time. I found out my baby brother (ok he's not a baby but he'll always be a baby to me) has bipolar, same as my mum. Then he went AWOL and it all got very complicated. I was so busy with my family I guess I just didn't have time for John and now he's gone. We decided it would be best if we just stayed friends, ok not we, I decided. We had break-up sex (yeah, yeah I know) and then he left. I feel so alone and helpless without him. Even though I've been pushing him away he's always been there if I ever did need him and now I've got to face up to the fact that he isn't here and its my fault.
Callie was amazed by these revelations; she had never known her mum felt like that. Again she flipped over the page, expecting to again find a blank page, but instead she found more pages filled with her mum's handwriting. Callie had now completely forgotten about finding the radio and instead was desperate to find out what was going to happen next.
Chapter 1
Callie ran up to the attic and pulled across one of the big brown boxes, of which there were hundreds, and began to look through it. It had to be somewhere in here, she was looking for her old radio which she hadn't used for years but now needed for when she left a holiday with her friend. Haphazardly looking through what seemed like the millionth box she came across leather bound book with the words "The Diary of John Truman Carter, 2000" That was nearly 16 years ago, the year she was born in. Callie knew she shouldn't look in it, she knew that wouldn't be what her Dad would want, but she needed to know, she wanted to know, what it said. Pulling across the diary she flipped open the first page and began to read.
Dear Diary (don't you think that sounds so clichéd?) Well I got this from Gamma for Christmas so I suppose I should use it. I guess you probably want to know a bit about me, my name is John Carter, I live in Chicago and I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, Abby Lockheart That's about it really. I'm not a very interesting man.
Dear Diary
I'm going away to Africa with Luka to help out at a hospital in the Congo. Abby doesn't want me to go, we argued about it a lot and we have decided it is best if we just stay as friends. I didn't want to leave her but she is so absorbed in her own problems and she won't let me help so maybe this is for the best?? We had break-up sex (I know, I know) and then I left. We fly out to the Congo tomorrow.
Callie didn't understand what her Dad was talking about, she quickly flipped through the rest of the pages to try and find out what happened but there was nothing there but blank pages. She sighed and flung the diary down. Looking through the box again she came across an identical book, but this time the front said "The Diary Of Abby Lockheart, 2000." This time Callie had no doubts about reading it and quickly opened it to try and find out what happened next in this love saga of her parents.
Dear Diary, John's Gamma gave us these matching diaries for Christmas and I thought I should make use of it. I guess you want to know a bit about me, my name is Abby Lockheart (don't ever call me Abigail), I live in Chicago and I have the most handsome boyfriend called John Carter. I also have a pretty screwed up family, but they're mostly out of the picture right now.
Dear Diary John's going to Africa. I don't want him too. It's as simple as that really. It's my fault really. I guess I've just been pushing him away. You know the screwed up family I mentioned before? Well they made an appearance and basically took over my life for a long time. I found out my baby brother (ok he's not a baby but he'll always be a baby to me) has bipolar, same as my mum. Then he went AWOL and it all got very complicated. I was so busy with my family I guess I just didn't have time for John and now he's gone. We decided it would be best if we just stayed friends, ok not we, I decided. We had break-up sex (yeah, yeah I know) and then he left. I feel so alone and helpless without him. Even though I've been pushing him away he's always been there if I ever did need him and now I've got to face up to the fact that he isn't here and its my fault.
Callie was amazed by these revelations; she had never known her mum felt like that. Again she flipped over the page, expecting to again find a blank page, but instead she found more pages filled with her mum's handwriting. Callie had now completely forgotten about finding the radio and instead was desperate to find out what was going to happen next.