Title: Sunshine
Author: Alanna diAblo
Summery: Post "Drive." Carter's POV. Dr.Lockhart in a raincoat, Dr.Carter in a bad mood. Hmm..wonder what happens.
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Thanks to Sara for the beta, and to everyone who took a look at it before I sent it off. I know that I don't write much or often, but I do try, so thanks to all that review and continue to read my work. It really does mean a lot to me when I get emails and reviews here, so keep it up guys. Ok, story time...
Sunshine
Abby was in her yellow raincoat, and the rain was making puddles in the wrinkles. The wrinkles were made from her position. She was sitting on a stoop, head bowed down, smile plastered on her face. She held a sheet of paper in her hands, far away like she was waiting for it to fade. But it was real, and the rain made the letters expand and then bleed. Her smile. She really was the cliché of sunshine on a rainy day: lighting up the entire sidewalk on that gray afternoon. I swear.
I ached at that smile on her face because other people were infected by it. Joy jumped down their throats, into their hearts, spread through their blood stream. Me, I felt it too, and because it ran into deep wounds and buried thoughts, I felt dizzy. But I walked over to her regardless.
She looked over at me, and for a moment I saw her at innocence. I know it was burned out a long time ago, but it shone through her eyes and that ridiculous yellow rain coat. It was Abby when she was a dreamer, not a fighter. When she was young and nothing was impossible. In a blink it was gone, but the afterglow was enough to last me a lifetime.
She turned away and smiled to herself, holding that letter. I saw her grin, and without anyone else to make that happen. It was all Abby.
I knew I'd been selfish, wanting her shoulder to cry on. Her touch from earlier that morning would have to suffice. I knew things were never going back to before.
My stomach ached.
This piece of paper was years spent working, and sacrificing everything for a passion. And that those ordeals had been worth it. She was worth every letter on that page. It was that moment she knew how much.
Before was really gone.
I felt my chest ache.
I walked away. The rain pinched the bare flesh on my cheeks and hands.
No doubt in my own mind that she'd be a great doctor.
The pavement sent shocks up my legs when my feet hit the sidewalk. No one down here with me; numb, empty, and nowhere to go.
There was doubt that I'd never be friends with her again.
I kept walking.
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La Fin.
Author: Alanna diAblo
Summery: Post "Drive." Carter's POV. Dr.Lockhart in a raincoat, Dr.Carter in a bad mood. Hmm..wonder what happens.
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Thanks to Sara for the beta, and to everyone who took a look at it before I sent it off. I know that I don't write much or often, but I do try, so thanks to all that review and continue to read my work. It really does mean a lot to me when I get emails and reviews here, so keep it up guys. Ok, story time...
Sunshine
Abby was in her yellow raincoat, and the rain was making puddles in the wrinkles. The wrinkles were made from her position. She was sitting on a stoop, head bowed down, smile plastered on her face. She held a sheet of paper in her hands, far away like she was waiting for it to fade. But it was real, and the rain made the letters expand and then bleed. Her smile. She really was the cliché of sunshine on a rainy day: lighting up the entire sidewalk on that gray afternoon. I swear.
I ached at that smile on her face because other people were infected by it. Joy jumped down their throats, into their hearts, spread through their blood stream. Me, I felt it too, and because it ran into deep wounds and buried thoughts, I felt dizzy. But I walked over to her regardless.
She looked over at me, and for a moment I saw her at innocence. I know it was burned out a long time ago, but it shone through her eyes and that ridiculous yellow rain coat. It was Abby when she was a dreamer, not a fighter. When she was young and nothing was impossible. In a blink it was gone, but the afterglow was enough to last me a lifetime.
She turned away and smiled to herself, holding that letter. I saw her grin, and without anyone else to make that happen. It was all Abby.
I knew I'd been selfish, wanting her shoulder to cry on. Her touch from earlier that morning would have to suffice. I knew things were never going back to before.
My stomach ached.
This piece of paper was years spent working, and sacrificing everything for a passion. And that those ordeals had been worth it. She was worth every letter on that page. It was that moment she knew how much.
Before was really gone.
I felt my chest ache.
I walked away. The rain pinched the bare flesh on my cheeks and hands.
No doubt in my own mind that she'd be a great doctor.
The pavement sent shocks up my legs when my feet hit the sidewalk. No one down here with me; numb, empty, and nowhere to go.
There was doubt that I'd never be friends with her again.
I kept walking.
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La Fin.