Title- Gray Areas
Author- Caitlin; no longer Katelyn b/c we are alternating chappies ^.^
Disclaimer- I do no, unfortunately, own anyone/thing having to do with ER, not even the yummy Carter.
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John Carter put his keys on his cobalt counter. He turned to see Alyssa partially concealing herself behind her older brother. Her puppy dog eyes stared up at him with anxiousness pooled with trust.
'I don't care if it gets me in trouble, I can't just leave these kids. They already are looking at me like they trust me.'
" 'Kay kids. Want something to drink?" They nodded timidly. "Ok, then." Carter opened his fridge to find 6 beer bottles, a half empty bottle of wine, some leftover pasta, and a trickle left in the gallon of milk. He scrunched his nose in disgust. Nothing in here was very suitable for children. Well.. there were those cooking lessons Kerry gave him. He opened the fruit drawer to find two packages of strawberries and some bananas. "Anyone up for fruit smoothies?" ~~~~~
Five minutes later Kerry walked in to Carter's well of apartment to here peals of child-like laughter emitting from the kitchen. Upon further inspection she realized the children were making smoothies of some kind. And then there was Carter. Right in the middle of the chaos acting like a child himself. She smiled to herself, he would make a great father.
"Carter, having fun?" she gently teases, alerting them of her presence. Carter looked up, a goofy grin still plastered on her face.
"We were just."
"Making a mess?" Kerry supplied. She walked over to the blender and aided the children in pouring their pink concoction into two large blue cups. Carter got them two twisty straws and told them to sit at the table while him and Kerry talked.
"Kerry, what do we do about their parents? I think they need some kind of therapy."
"John, I think the best therapy for now is to try and let them forget about the whole thing. Perhaps when they are a little older and the wounds have healed we can talk to them about it."
"We?" Carter asked a little bit startled. "Kerry we are no their parents! We can't keep them forever! You said it yourself, 'just until their aunt comes for them'".
"Yes I know John, just a.. slip.. of.. the. tongue.." Kerry collapsed into Carter's arms. He carried her into his bedroom and placed her on the bed. He checked her pulse and breathing, both were normal. She must have just fainted is all. Carter strode back into the kitchen to find Alyssa and Mike trying to wash their cups.
"No no, its alright you don't need to do that. I'll take care of it," he assured them. "Kerry is having a problem and I need to be with her right now, will you watch TV for a bit?"
"Yeah," Mike responded, "'I'll find something Missy here can watch. Come on Alyssa."
Carter gazed after the children, wondering where this sudden maturity came from. He walked back in the bedroom to find Kerry in a cold sweat and struggling against her tangled cotton confinements. "Kerry!" Carter called to the fitful woman. He ran over to Kerry and attempted to calm her. She eventually ceases her tossing and regained semi-consciousness.
"John?" she asked. Still partially in the grasp of her nightmare she loosened one of her hands that was gripping the sheet and lifted it to weakly stroke his face with the back of her hand. "I knew you would.save.me"
"Save her? Me?"
Author- Caitlin; no longer Katelyn b/c we are alternating chappies ^.^
Disclaimer- I do no, unfortunately, own anyone/thing having to do with ER, not even the yummy Carter.
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John Carter put his keys on his cobalt counter. He turned to see Alyssa partially concealing herself behind her older brother. Her puppy dog eyes stared up at him with anxiousness pooled with trust.
'I don't care if it gets me in trouble, I can't just leave these kids. They already are looking at me like they trust me.'
" 'Kay kids. Want something to drink?" They nodded timidly. "Ok, then." Carter opened his fridge to find 6 beer bottles, a half empty bottle of wine, some leftover pasta, and a trickle left in the gallon of milk. He scrunched his nose in disgust. Nothing in here was very suitable for children. Well.. there were those cooking lessons Kerry gave him. He opened the fruit drawer to find two packages of strawberries and some bananas. "Anyone up for fruit smoothies?" ~~~~~
Five minutes later Kerry walked in to Carter's well of apartment to here peals of child-like laughter emitting from the kitchen. Upon further inspection she realized the children were making smoothies of some kind. And then there was Carter. Right in the middle of the chaos acting like a child himself. She smiled to herself, he would make a great father.
"Carter, having fun?" she gently teases, alerting them of her presence. Carter looked up, a goofy grin still plastered on her face.
"We were just."
"Making a mess?" Kerry supplied. She walked over to the blender and aided the children in pouring their pink concoction into two large blue cups. Carter got them two twisty straws and told them to sit at the table while him and Kerry talked.
"Kerry, what do we do about their parents? I think they need some kind of therapy."
"John, I think the best therapy for now is to try and let them forget about the whole thing. Perhaps when they are a little older and the wounds have healed we can talk to them about it."
"We?" Carter asked a little bit startled. "Kerry we are no their parents! We can't keep them forever! You said it yourself, 'just until their aunt comes for them'".
"Yes I know John, just a.. slip.. of.. the. tongue.." Kerry collapsed into Carter's arms. He carried her into his bedroom and placed her on the bed. He checked her pulse and breathing, both were normal. She must have just fainted is all. Carter strode back into the kitchen to find Alyssa and Mike trying to wash their cups.
"No no, its alright you don't need to do that. I'll take care of it," he assured them. "Kerry is having a problem and I need to be with her right now, will you watch TV for a bit?"
"Yeah," Mike responded, "'I'll find something Missy here can watch. Come on Alyssa."
Carter gazed after the children, wondering where this sudden maturity came from. He walked back in the bedroom to find Kerry in a cold sweat and struggling against her tangled cotton confinements. "Kerry!" Carter called to the fitful woman. He ran over to Kerry and attempted to calm her. She eventually ceases her tossing and regained semi-consciousness.
"John?" she asked. Still partially in the grasp of her nightmare she loosened one of her hands that was gripping the sheet and lifted it to weakly stroke his face with the back of her hand. "I knew you would.save.me"
"Save her? Me?"