Title: My Other World
Author: Katie
E-mail: PugNTurtle@aol.com
Disclaimer: ER and its character's belong to NBC and Warner Brothers and a whole bunch of other people. No harm is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (some language)
Spoilers: None
Summary: A blow to the head sends Susan into a whole different time of her life.
Pairings/Category: Susan/Chuck; Susan/Mark, angst, other characters, both old and new
Notes: Just an idea I had. The fact I just found out Season 2 is coming out soon on DVD makes me giddy and unable to sleep despite working 12 hours today. Eee! This is my first ER fanfic that I've actually sent out. Feedback is appreciated but not begged for. It's not in my character.
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"Susan. Susan. I need you to open those beautiful green eyes, Susan."
With a soft moan, she did as the familiar voice was instructing her, regretting the action when the light from above shone directly into her eyes. "Oh, my head," Susan winced, reaching a hand up to touch her throbbing temple.
"Susan, can you tell me how many fingers I have up?"
She looked up, letting out a small moan, only to have her breath catch in her throat when she saw who was examining her.
"Susan?" he asked, concern obvious on her face.
"Mark." The name seemed to tumble off of her lips. "No."
"What, Susan? What's wrong?" Mark asked.
"You. you can't be standing here. You're dead," Susan murmured.
"Susan?"
"You're dead," Susan repeated, trying to shrug off the hand that had rested on her arm.
"Susan, no I'm not," Mark said, the concerned look on his face now mixed with confusion. "I'm right here."
"Mark, you died two years ago. You can't be here," Susan repeated.
"Susan, what day is it?" Mark asked her.
Susan thought for a moment, then said triumphantly, "January 15th, 2004."
"Susan, no it's not," Mark said gently. "It's December 22nd, 1995."
Susan looked at him, trying not to look afraid. "What the fuck is going on here?" she finally asked, looking over to see Malik standing by the door, the nurse unsure of what to do or say.
"Susan. I don't know why you think you are in the year 2004 or why you think I am dead, but I can guarantee you that that is not the case," Mark said gently, tentatively reaching a hand out to touch her hand. When Susan didn't pull away, he let his hand rest over hers, squeezing it gently.
Susan closed her eyes for a second before looking at Mark again. "You mean to tell me that somehow, I have imagined the next eight years of my life somehow?" Susan asked slowly.
"Head trauma is an amazing thing," Mark said gently, patting her hand.
"So you haven't married Elizabeth, I never moved to Phoenix and came back, I never dated Carter, you never died, and I never met Chuck?" Susan asked, letting out a long breath.
Mark gave Susan a strange look before smiling gently. "Susan, I have no idea who Elizabeth or Chuck are, why you would move to Phoenix, *why* you would date Carter, or why you think I am dead," Mark told her, squeezing her hand again.
Susan closed her eyes as she asked, "How long was I out?"
"About half an hour," Mark replied.
"It makes no sense, Mark. How could I have imagined all that in that period of time? Something isn't right here."
"I don't know, Susan," Mark said honestly. "But I love you and I will be here to help you through this." Susan laughed. "What?" Mark asked when he heard her laugh.
"I could have just sworn I heard you say you love me," Susan said.
"I do, Susan," Mark said, confused. "I wouldn't have married you if I didn't love you."
Susan's mouth dropped open. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before asking, "We're married?"
Mark nodded slowly, lifting her left hand up, entwining his fingers with hers. The gold band on his finger caught the same light as the shining diamond ring and gold band on her finger.
Susan stared at their fingers. For the first time in her life, Susan Lewis didn't know what to say.
Author: Katie
E-mail: PugNTurtle@aol.com
Disclaimer: ER and its character's belong to NBC and Warner Brothers and a whole bunch of other people. No harm is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (some language)
Spoilers: None
Summary: A blow to the head sends Susan into a whole different time of her life.
Pairings/Category: Susan/Chuck; Susan/Mark, angst, other characters, both old and new
Notes: Just an idea I had. The fact I just found out Season 2 is coming out soon on DVD makes me giddy and unable to sleep despite working 12 hours today. Eee! This is my first ER fanfic that I've actually sent out. Feedback is appreciated but not begged for. It's not in my character.
~/~
"Susan. Susan. I need you to open those beautiful green eyes, Susan."
With a soft moan, she did as the familiar voice was instructing her, regretting the action when the light from above shone directly into her eyes. "Oh, my head," Susan winced, reaching a hand up to touch her throbbing temple.
"Susan, can you tell me how many fingers I have up?"
She looked up, letting out a small moan, only to have her breath catch in her throat when she saw who was examining her.
"Susan?" he asked, concern obvious on her face.
"Mark." The name seemed to tumble off of her lips. "No."
"What, Susan? What's wrong?" Mark asked.
"You. you can't be standing here. You're dead," Susan murmured.
"Susan?"
"You're dead," Susan repeated, trying to shrug off the hand that had rested on her arm.
"Susan, no I'm not," Mark said, the concerned look on his face now mixed with confusion. "I'm right here."
"Mark, you died two years ago. You can't be here," Susan repeated.
"Susan, what day is it?" Mark asked her.
Susan thought for a moment, then said triumphantly, "January 15th, 2004."
"Susan, no it's not," Mark said gently. "It's December 22nd, 1995."
Susan looked at him, trying not to look afraid. "What the fuck is going on here?" she finally asked, looking over to see Malik standing by the door, the nurse unsure of what to do or say.
"Susan. I don't know why you think you are in the year 2004 or why you think I am dead, but I can guarantee you that that is not the case," Mark said gently, tentatively reaching a hand out to touch her hand. When Susan didn't pull away, he let his hand rest over hers, squeezing it gently.
Susan closed her eyes for a second before looking at Mark again. "You mean to tell me that somehow, I have imagined the next eight years of my life somehow?" Susan asked slowly.
"Head trauma is an amazing thing," Mark said gently, patting her hand.
"So you haven't married Elizabeth, I never moved to Phoenix and came back, I never dated Carter, you never died, and I never met Chuck?" Susan asked, letting out a long breath.
Mark gave Susan a strange look before smiling gently. "Susan, I have no idea who Elizabeth or Chuck are, why you would move to Phoenix, *why* you would date Carter, or why you think I am dead," Mark told her, squeezing her hand again.
Susan closed her eyes as she asked, "How long was I out?"
"About half an hour," Mark replied.
"It makes no sense, Mark. How could I have imagined all that in that period of time? Something isn't right here."
"I don't know, Susan," Mark said honestly. "But I love you and I will be here to help you through this." Susan laughed. "What?" Mark asked when he heard her laugh.
"I could have just sworn I heard you say you love me," Susan said.
"I do, Susan," Mark said, confused. "I wouldn't have married you if I didn't love you."
Susan's mouth dropped open. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before asking, "We're married?"
Mark nodded slowly, lifting her left hand up, entwining his fingers with hers. The gold band on his finger caught the same light as the shining diamond ring and gold band on her finger.
Susan stared at their fingers. For the first time in her life, Susan Lewis didn't know what to say.