Hello again! Thanks for dropping by. Also thanks lots to:
Carby6 - thanks for saying ya love it (
fairy-dust3 – I dunno where the image of Luka on a skidoo came from, I
guess I just like the word skidoo, but I'm glad ya liked it. Also I like
the happy Luka and him getting on with Abby; I think they'd make great
friends.
That's all for now, unless you would be so kind as to review for me (hint
hint). Enjoy! Love LJ xXx
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Susan glanced over at Abby while they sat at her kitchen table; she couldn't get the thought of her best friend being pregnant out of her mind. Her best friend being pregnant and not telling her. It had been six weeks since Susan had discovered the positive pregnancy test in the trash and since then, Abby had moved back to her own place, although most of her time was still spent at Susan's. Abby looked up and saw Susan watching her over the top of a magazine who then looked away turning slightly pink at being caught staring. Abby sighed and put down her pen.
"Ok, Suze. This time you have to tell me what's up. This is about the millionth time you've been looking at me all weird," Abby smiled at her friend's guilty expression. "What's the matter?" Susan sighed and put down her magazine.
"Ok, fine. I'll tell you, but you can't get mad at me – I found out by accident," Susan warned her.
"Found out what?" Abby pressed. Susan ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath.
"Look, I know you're pregnant, okay?" she admitted. Abby mouth fell open and she stared back at Susan, stunned; she hadn't expected her to say that, of all things.
"I'm sorry, I - "Susan added, hurriedly. Abby just gaped at her until she finally found her voice.
"What gave me away?" she asked quietly, looking down at the table. "Was it the fact that I'm giving up smoking? The way I don't take caffeine anymore? Or could you tell I've been puking all morning?" Susan leant across the table and tried to get Abby to look up at her.
"I found your test in the trash – ages ago." Susan told her, gently. "It's Carter's, isn't it?" Abby nodded. "Abby, why didn't you say anything?" She touched her friend's hand lightly but Abby pulled back like she had been burnt.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Guess I forgot." Abby answered briefly. She got up and headed to the bathroom. As she walked through Susan's room she stopped at the full length mirror, stood sideways and pulled her shirt back tightly to see if there was any difference.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Susan appeared at her bedroom door. "It can't have just slipped your mind – these sorts of things are kind of hard to forget." Abby looked at her.
"Yeah, no matter how hard you try to," she muttered. "But it's like another reminder – he's not here." Susan bit her lip.
"Oh, honey. Come here," she murmured softly and drew Abby into a hug.
"Tell me again, Susan." Abby mumbled into Susan's shoulder. "Tell me he'll come back soon." Susan stroked Abby's hair kindly and sighed.
"He will. And you know, if he doesn't – he's the stupidest guy in the world." She whispered. The words didn't help much – Abby still cried into Susan's shirt, but it was such a relief, such a great comfort, to have someone to hug her while she wept.
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They sat in their usual places in the Doctor's Lounge: Luka and Abby. He sat opposite her and drank his coffee while he gazed at her working hard and offered any help he could.
"Sure you don't want any coffee?" he asked again and she shook her head. "How come you never drink it anymore? You must need it more now than ever." She looked up and smiled at him.
"Luka, I'm pregnant." She confessed. He looked at her, surprised.
"Carter's, right?" he verified. She laughed bitterly.
"Who else?"
She turned back to her work but he watched her more intently than ever this time.
"You want to hear something that happened while we were out there in Kisangani?" Luka said, finally, breaking the silence. Abby put her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hand.
"Yeah, okay," she agreed. He finished up his coffee in a gulp.
"Well, alright – but this isn't meant to worry you – it's safer now," he cautioned her. "When we were there, rebel forces came to take over the town where we were helping out. They usually just come to raid the people of food and supplies, but this time they had got weapons and were angered by us – white and black people helping each other out – they don't seem to understand that it's all to help their people.
"Anyway, they had guns and they were angry. It was pretty chaotic there – we were forced to our knees with guns to our foreheads, there were people screaming at each other, rebel soldiers yelling orders in French. It was kind of hard to keep your cool. For some reason, I looked over at Carter – I guess to check he was still alive. He was like us, kneeling in the dirt, hands behind his head and a gun pressed up against his skull. But he looked calm and he kind of had this lost look in his eyes, like he was staring straight ahead, but seeing something totally different. It might have been his last moments thought before a bullet went through his head, and he was thinking of you. He always used to look like that when he was thinking about you. Like he was somewhere else – like nothing that was happening to him mattered anymore."
Abby stared, transfixed by his story. Then she shook herself and laughed self-consciously.
"You're making it up," she said, curtly. He smiled at her as his pager went off and he stood up to leave.
"Abby, I don't think I could," he replied honestly and then went out. She sat there, books around her lay forgotten. If Luka had come back in he would've seen that lost look of Carter's was now in the eyes of Abby – the same look she always had when she thought of him.
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Susan glanced over at Abby while they sat at her kitchen table; she couldn't get the thought of her best friend being pregnant out of her mind. Her best friend being pregnant and not telling her. It had been six weeks since Susan had discovered the positive pregnancy test in the trash and since then, Abby had moved back to her own place, although most of her time was still spent at Susan's. Abby looked up and saw Susan watching her over the top of a magazine who then looked away turning slightly pink at being caught staring. Abby sighed and put down her pen.
"Ok, Suze. This time you have to tell me what's up. This is about the millionth time you've been looking at me all weird," Abby smiled at her friend's guilty expression. "What's the matter?" Susan sighed and put down her magazine.
"Ok, fine. I'll tell you, but you can't get mad at me – I found out by accident," Susan warned her.
"Found out what?" Abby pressed. Susan ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath.
"Look, I know you're pregnant, okay?" she admitted. Abby mouth fell open and she stared back at Susan, stunned; she hadn't expected her to say that, of all things.
"I'm sorry, I - "Susan added, hurriedly. Abby just gaped at her until she finally found her voice.
"What gave me away?" she asked quietly, looking down at the table. "Was it the fact that I'm giving up smoking? The way I don't take caffeine anymore? Or could you tell I've been puking all morning?" Susan leant across the table and tried to get Abby to look up at her.
"I found your test in the trash – ages ago." Susan told her, gently. "It's Carter's, isn't it?" Abby nodded. "Abby, why didn't you say anything?" She touched her friend's hand lightly but Abby pulled back like she had been burnt.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Guess I forgot." Abby answered briefly. She got up and headed to the bathroom. As she walked through Susan's room she stopped at the full length mirror, stood sideways and pulled her shirt back tightly to see if there was any difference.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Susan appeared at her bedroom door. "It can't have just slipped your mind – these sorts of things are kind of hard to forget." Abby looked at her.
"Yeah, no matter how hard you try to," she muttered. "But it's like another reminder – he's not here." Susan bit her lip.
"Oh, honey. Come here," she murmured softly and drew Abby into a hug.
"Tell me again, Susan." Abby mumbled into Susan's shoulder. "Tell me he'll come back soon." Susan stroked Abby's hair kindly and sighed.
"He will. And you know, if he doesn't – he's the stupidest guy in the world." She whispered. The words didn't help much – Abby still cried into Susan's shirt, but it was such a relief, such a great comfort, to have someone to hug her while she wept.
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They sat in their usual places in the Doctor's Lounge: Luka and Abby. He sat opposite her and drank his coffee while he gazed at her working hard and offered any help he could.
"Sure you don't want any coffee?" he asked again and she shook her head. "How come you never drink it anymore? You must need it more now than ever." She looked up and smiled at him.
"Luka, I'm pregnant." She confessed. He looked at her, surprised.
"Carter's, right?" he verified. She laughed bitterly.
"Who else?"
She turned back to her work but he watched her more intently than ever this time.
"You want to hear something that happened while we were out there in Kisangani?" Luka said, finally, breaking the silence. Abby put her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hand.
"Yeah, okay," she agreed. He finished up his coffee in a gulp.
"Well, alright – but this isn't meant to worry you – it's safer now," he cautioned her. "When we were there, rebel forces came to take over the town where we were helping out. They usually just come to raid the people of food and supplies, but this time they had got weapons and were angered by us – white and black people helping each other out – they don't seem to understand that it's all to help their people.
"Anyway, they had guns and they were angry. It was pretty chaotic there – we were forced to our knees with guns to our foreheads, there were people screaming at each other, rebel soldiers yelling orders in French. It was kind of hard to keep your cool. For some reason, I looked over at Carter – I guess to check he was still alive. He was like us, kneeling in the dirt, hands behind his head and a gun pressed up against his skull. But he looked calm and he kind of had this lost look in his eyes, like he was staring straight ahead, but seeing something totally different. It might have been his last moments thought before a bullet went through his head, and he was thinking of you. He always used to look like that when he was thinking about you. Like he was somewhere else – like nothing that was happening to him mattered anymore."
Abby stared, transfixed by his story. Then she shook herself and laughed self-consciously.
"You're making it up," she said, curtly. He smiled at her as his pager went off and he stood up to leave.
"Abby, I don't think I could," he replied honestly and then went out. She sat there, books around her lay forgotten. If Luka had come back in he would've seen that lost look of Carter's was now in the eyes of Abby – the same look she always had when she thought of him.