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Rating- Today its going to PG 13, tomorrow could be R
Summary- Carter and Abby connected.
Chapter Five
I trudge up the steps to my house. The lights are all off, telling me that the kids are asleep. Thank God. Not that I am a big advocate of him, anymore. Ever since Becky died, Rebecca, my world, I haven't exactly been down on my knees, praying to the man above. The cement steps echo beneath my worn out feet. On a night like tonight, Rebecca would have a peaceful romantic even all planned out. The bathroom would be bathed in candles, the tub, filled to the rim, with warm water, bubbles smothering the surface, rose peddles strewn upon the floor. We would spend hours, sitting, laughing. Never will I find someone who I have a connection like that. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her skin on mine. Everything is so vivid, yet so vague. Blurred, her last few moments, don't stick out. Sometimes...
"Dr. Carter." I look up, my new nanny, a responsible one this time, is watching over me. I smile at her, a tight one. Another interrupted memory, reminding me that all that was, was a memory, short lived, but can make the day seem that much more worth while.
"Jenny." She smiles at me, a guilty smile. Oh no, did something happen. "Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice full of panic and distress.
"Yes." She says firmly, "I just have to go. Its getting late, and I have an exam tomorrow." Ah, the joys of hiring students.
"Oh." I pause, watching as she rushes out the door, and into her car. "See yah tomorrow." She smiles and waves at me. I heave a deep sigh, another day, another dollar. Not that it matters, to me at least. The house is dimly lit, I flip the foyer lights on, it bounces off of a few pictures, one in particular drawing my attention. Becky and I, at the annual Carter family picnic. I hated them. But you suffered the wrath of Gamma, if you were to not go, so I went, the diligent Grandson I am.
"Dad?" I look up at the tiny voice that is calling me. The owner, my son. His brown hair, matted down on top of his head. He stumbles down the stairs, tears flooding down his cheeks. I pull him into my arms, letting him rest his head upon my shoulder. I knew the minute I saw him, what had happened. He had that dream again. His head finds its usual crook in my neck.
"Hey, its okay now, I'm here." His sobs slowly subside, soft sniffles replacing them. I run my hand along his back, the perspiration can be felt through his Spider Man pyjamas. His breathing returns to normal, I walk us over to the couch, taking a seat on my usual cushion. "You want to talk about it?" He shakes his head no, just like he does every time I ask that question. "You know, you can tell me about Seb-" He lifts his head up, our eyes meeting.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I nod, he throws his head into my shoulder again, the tears continue to pour down his cheeks. "Hey, hey, but I'm home all weekend." This doesn't seem to soothe him, it would if he knew, that getting the weekends off is a rarity at County. It might also soothe him if he knew what the hell rarity meant.
"I don't care." He sniffles. "I don't like having a babysitter." I pull him off my shoulder, the leach that was sucking my blood, is now placed beside me. I take my jacket off and let him curl into my lap.
"Gamma's going to come visit tomorrow, for dinner." He looks at me, he proceeds to wipe his nose on my suit, thanks pal. I'll cherish that snot forever.
"Doesn't Gamma only eat rich food?" I laugh, he looks at me quizzically, then realises he said something remotely funny, and bursts into laughter as well.
"Come on, lets get you to bed."
~*~
"No! Luka, you don't get it. You can't... You can't just expect me to give up everything..." I come to an abrupt halt outside the lounge doors. The sound of Abby's angry voice startles me. I know she's fighting with Luka, but at work? I know already Kerry's not going to like this.
"Don't worry about them," I turn my head to the side, Sam lurks near the door. She smiles at me, I return her smile. "They are fighting a lot lately." She says with a sigh. "Its annoying, I am just waiting for them to break up." I nod, I am not much for encouraging relationships to end, but what the hell kind of relationship is this? Abby, never really seemed happy to be. Self deprecating, to use Susan's word, is a better way to describe Abby. I don't think she needs a boyfriend either, but who I am I to judge. I don't even know what the hell I want anymore, how I am suppose to know what other people want.
"You can get in on the pool..." I look over my shoulder, sure enough Frank has started a bet, doesn't surprise me. Not one bit. Suddenly, the lounge door is thrown open, Luka walks out in a huff, avoiding the many wondering eyes, that fall upon him. I push in after him. Finding a tousled Abby sitting on the couch. Her elbows resting on her knees, her head resting in her hands, as her hair falls around her. I creep over to my locker, not knowing her well enough to disturb her, and invade her personal life. She will probably just jump down my throat, and I don't need that. I quickly turn my lock, and open my locker, finding it decorated with pictures of my children. I smile thinking about them, my eyes wander to the other picture. Becky, Rebecca, my baby.
"Hey Child-" I turn around, quickly stopping Susan from finishing her sentence. She looks at me questioningly, I point at Abby, who has yet to move. Her mouth forms an "O" and she looks at me once again. I shrug, not knowing much about what happened, to give Susan the info, her desired amount of gossip. Although, I do believe Susan and Abby are close, and Susan genuinely cares about her. "Abby-" She starts sweetly, walking over to the couch. I quickly finish gathering my belongings, figuring this is probably not the best place for me.
"I don't want to talk Susan." I look over at her, she stands up, walking over to the table, that is covered with things. A woman's things. I recall yesterday, Abby putting her things in Luka's locker, unable to open her own. My gut turns, realising that Abby might be in some real pain. Susan tries to comfort her, but she wants none of it. "Look, I have a shift to work. Can you just, just leave me alone." Susan agrees, obviously hurt, she does her best hide it. But I can read her like a book, and see her real pain etched across her face. Susan leaves, I remain in the room, still having things to do in the lounge. The tension seems to have lessened since Susan's arrival. I watch, form the coffee machine, as Abby struggles with her lock. I hear her bang around in frustration. I walk over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, she immediately freezes from my touch, I hold onto her for a second. Then move her to the side, as I grab her lock.
"What's the combination?" She rests her head against the locker, her face red from the arguing, tears threatening to fall. She sniffles, I can tell she needs a moment for composing herself. I give her that, I have been a position like this many times. Where you just feel like the world is out to get you, and you need a friendly face to go too. Rebecca use to be mine. I push her out of my mind, and focus solely on Abby, the object of my attention, right now.
"0-56-9" I expertly flick the arrow around the heavy metal lock, tugging on it, it pops open in my hands. She sighs, a sigh of relief. I take the lock out, holding it in my hand as she rifles through her locker, gathering the things she needs for the day, and placing the things she does not need, back inside. "Thanks, Carter." I nod, handing her the lock. "Now, you'll be here when my shifts over... To help me get it out?" She asks, at first I think she is joking around. Once I get a glance a the look on her face, I realise that there is a hidden meaning in that statement. I am not sure what it is, yet, but I guess I will meet her after her shift to find out the answer to my question.
"Yeah, of course. Six?" She nods, wiping her unshed tears, the tears dampen her fingers, I watch as she fidgets uncomfortable with the ring on her finger.
"Yeah. Six." I nod, leaving, not wanting to ruin the moment we have created. The ER is buzzing with people, I can tell this is going to be one hell of a shift. The ending might be better then the beginning though, for both of us. I like Abby, not in the way Susan, probably wants. But I feel a connection to her, something's there.
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~Preview~
I place gentle kisses along his stomach and chest, leading up to his lips. My hands run through his dark brown hair, his hands are tracing my body. I can feel the weight of the day disappearing from me. He flips me around, getting on top of me. All the power I had just slipped through my fingers;
Disclaimer- Not ours.
Rating- Today its going to PG 13, tomorrow could be R
Summary- Carter and Abby connected.
Chapter Five
I trudge up the steps to my house. The lights are all off, telling me that the kids are asleep. Thank God. Not that I am a big advocate of him, anymore. Ever since Becky died, Rebecca, my world, I haven't exactly been down on my knees, praying to the man above. The cement steps echo beneath my worn out feet. On a night like tonight, Rebecca would have a peaceful romantic even all planned out. The bathroom would be bathed in candles, the tub, filled to the rim, with warm water, bubbles smothering the surface, rose peddles strewn upon the floor. We would spend hours, sitting, laughing. Never will I find someone who I have a connection like that. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her skin on mine. Everything is so vivid, yet so vague. Blurred, her last few moments, don't stick out. Sometimes...
"Dr. Carter." I look up, my new nanny, a responsible one this time, is watching over me. I smile at her, a tight one. Another interrupted memory, reminding me that all that was, was a memory, short lived, but can make the day seem that much more worth while.
"Jenny." She smiles at me, a guilty smile. Oh no, did something happen. "Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice full of panic and distress.
"Yes." She says firmly, "I just have to go. Its getting late, and I have an exam tomorrow." Ah, the joys of hiring students.
"Oh." I pause, watching as she rushes out the door, and into her car. "See yah tomorrow." She smiles and waves at me. I heave a deep sigh, another day, another dollar. Not that it matters, to me at least. The house is dimly lit, I flip the foyer lights on, it bounces off of a few pictures, one in particular drawing my attention. Becky and I, at the annual Carter family picnic. I hated them. But you suffered the wrath of Gamma, if you were to not go, so I went, the diligent Grandson I am.
"Dad?" I look up at the tiny voice that is calling me. The owner, my son. His brown hair, matted down on top of his head. He stumbles down the stairs, tears flooding down his cheeks. I pull him into my arms, letting him rest his head upon my shoulder. I knew the minute I saw him, what had happened. He had that dream again. His head finds its usual crook in my neck.
"Hey, its okay now, I'm here." His sobs slowly subside, soft sniffles replacing them. I run my hand along his back, the perspiration can be felt through his Spider Man pyjamas. His breathing returns to normal, I walk us over to the couch, taking a seat on my usual cushion. "You want to talk about it?" He shakes his head no, just like he does every time I ask that question. "You know, you can tell me about Seb-" He lifts his head up, our eyes meeting.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I nod, he throws his head into my shoulder again, the tears continue to pour down his cheeks. "Hey, hey, but I'm home all weekend." This doesn't seem to soothe him, it would if he knew, that getting the weekends off is a rarity at County. It might also soothe him if he knew what the hell rarity meant.
"I don't care." He sniffles. "I don't like having a babysitter." I pull him off my shoulder, the leach that was sucking my blood, is now placed beside me. I take my jacket off and let him curl into my lap.
"Gamma's going to come visit tomorrow, for dinner." He looks at me, he proceeds to wipe his nose on my suit, thanks pal. I'll cherish that snot forever.
"Doesn't Gamma only eat rich food?" I laugh, he looks at me quizzically, then realises he said something remotely funny, and bursts into laughter as well.
"Come on, lets get you to bed."
~*~
"No! Luka, you don't get it. You can't... You can't just expect me to give up everything..." I come to an abrupt halt outside the lounge doors. The sound of Abby's angry voice startles me. I know she's fighting with Luka, but at work? I know already Kerry's not going to like this.
"Don't worry about them," I turn my head to the side, Sam lurks near the door. She smiles at me, I return her smile. "They are fighting a lot lately." She says with a sigh. "Its annoying, I am just waiting for them to break up." I nod, I am not much for encouraging relationships to end, but what the hell kind of relationship is this? Abby, never really seemed happy to be. Self deprecating, to use Susan's word, is a better way to describe Abby. I don't think she needs a boyfriend either, but who I am I to judge. I don't even know what the hell I want anymore, how I am suppose to know what other people want.
"You can get in on the pool..." I look over my shoulder, sure enough Frank has started a bet, doesn't surprise me. Not one bit. Suddenly, the lounge door is thrown open, Luka walks out in a huff, avoiding the many wondering eyes, that fall upon him. I push in after him. Finding a tousled Abby sitting on the couch. Her elbows resting on her knees, her head resting in her hands, as her hair falls around her. I creep over to my locker, not knowing her well enough to disturb her, and invade her personal life. She will probably just jump down my throat, and I don't need that. I quickly turn my lock, and open my locker, finding it decorated with pictures of my children. I smile thinking about them, my eyes wander to the other picture. Becky, Rebecca, my baby.
"Hey Child-" I turn around, quickly stopping Susan from finishing her sentence. She looks at me questioningly, I point at Abby, who has yet to move. Her mouth forms an "O" and she looks at me once again. I shrug, not knowing much about what happened, to give Susan the info, her desired amount of gossip. Although, I do believe Susan and Abby are close, and Susan genuinely cares about her. "Abby-" She starts sweetly, walking over to the couch. I quickly finish gathering my belongings, figuring this is probably not the best place for me.
"I don't want to talk Susan." I look over at her, she stands up, walking over to the table, that is covered with things. A woman's things. I recall yesterday, Abby putting her things in Luka's locker, unable to open her own. My gut turns, realising that Abby might be in some real pain. Susan tries to comfort her, but she wants none of it. "Look, I have a shift to work. Can you just, just leave me alone." Susan agrees, obviously hurt, she does her best hide it. But I can read her like a book, and see her real pain etched across her face. Susan leaves, I remain in the room, still having things to do in the lounge. The tension seems to have lessened since Susan's arrival. I watch, form the coffee machine, as Abby struggles with her lock. I hear her bang around in frustration. I walk over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, she immediately freezes from my touch, I hold onto her for a second. Then move her to the side, as I grab her lock.
"What's the combination?" She rests her head against the locker, her face red from the arguing, tears threatening to fall. She sniffles, I can tell she needs a moment for composing herself. I give her that, I have been a position like this many times. Where you just feel like the world is out to get you, and you need a friendly face to go too. Rebecca use to be mine. I push her out of my mind, and focus solely on Abby, the object of my attention, right now.
"0-56-9" I expertly flick the arrow around the heavy metal lock, tugging on it, it pops open in my hands. She sighs, a sigh of relief. I take the lock out, holding it in my hand as she rifles through her locker, gathering the things she needs for the day, and placing the things she does not need, back inside. "Thanks, Carter." I nod, handing her the lock. "Now, you'll be here when my shifts over... To help me get it out?" She asks, at first I think she is joking around. Once I get a glance a the look on her face, I realise that there is a hidden meaning in that statement. I am not sure what it is, yet, but I guess I will meet her after her shift to find out the answer to my question.
"Yeah, of course. Six?" She nods, wiping her unshed tears, the tears dampen her fingers, I watch as she fidgets uncomfortable with the ring on her finger.
"Yeah. Six." I nod, leaving, not wanting to ruin the moment we have created. The ER is buzzing with people, I can tell this is going to be one hell of a shift. The ending might be better then the beginning though, for both of us. I like Abby, not in the way Susan, probably wants. But I feel a connection to her, something's there.
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carbybubbles- Thanks! We're glad you like it.
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Caitlin- Yeah... Solid friendship for now, heh. Carter is a little sad right now.
~Preview~
I place gentle kisses along his stomach and chest, leading up to his lips. My hands run through his dark brown hair, his hands are tracing my body. I can feel the weight of the day disappearing from me. He flips me around, getting on top of me. All the power I had just slipped through my fingers;