Disclaimer: I don't own any part of ER. I am just doing this for
entertainment. Crichton's a genius. Alrighty then.
A/N: This is a Carby. It's my first one ever, so be nice in your reviews. please review this! Alright, for my sake, Carter is living in his own apartment. If you see any mistakes, please let me know so I can change them. Please keep in mind that I've never seen season six. That's where Dark Sparrow came in... so many props to you! Thanks!!!! This may start off sadly, but I had to twist this a bit so I could write it. Like I said, apologies in advance for mistakes. Review. I'm going to try really hard on this. Sorry the first chapter is kind of short.
Setting the scene: Carter has come back from rehab, but for the sake of the story he is still upset about that night. He's okay with the Fentanyl problem now, but he still has thoughts. Carter has yet to find and confess his love for Abby... I don't care what's going on with the show at this point, this is my fic.
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CHAPTER ONE
Carter woke with a jolt as he bolted upright in his bed, letting out a yell. He panted heavily, his face saddening with every breath. He lay his head on the wall behind his bed, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
"Oh man," he panted, "that was a weird one."
He pushed his blankets off himself, and headed for his refrigerator. He pulled a bottle of water out and pressed it against his face. The moisture from the bottle wet his face and reflected as he stood in front of the light of the refrigerator. Carter twisted the top off, took a sip, and returned the bottle to its place.
He shot a glance at the digital clock in his room after a minute of trying to erase the nightmare from his mind, realizing that it was only two in the morning. Seven more hours of sleepless agony awaited him, and he didn't want to face it. He went downstairs and sat on the front steps of his apartment building, putting his robe on as he went.
The road was silent. Not one engine could be heard, not even the El in the distance. Everything was silent. The silence scared Carter. He pulled his robe tighter to shelter himself from the crisp October air, his breath steaming before him. He treasured the sight. He closed his eyes and imagined his nightmare again...
There he was, on the roof of Cook County. He sat alone on the edge of a chair that had been placed there. There was a crunching of snow from the door sliding open behind him. He thought nothing of it. But fear would soon hit him when he picked up his glass that was on a table in front of him and saw the reflection of the man behind him in the glass. Only in a dream could this happen. It was none other than Paul Sobriki. He would yell for help, and run. But there would be no where to go but off the roof and plunging into the snow below. If only he had seen his reflection in the valentine, he would think when he would wake up. Paul would advance on him, the knife still in hand. A clean knife. It was happening all over again in this dream. He yelled, and finally a face he knew. A hand grabbed Sobriki from around the neck, and brought him down. And he disappeared. No where to be seen. Carter would look up to see his hero. But it wasn't a hero, it was a heroine... for some reason, he saw Abby. Of all people, it was Abby. He didn't understand.
"Why? All I ever wanted was to help people," he sighed to himself. He dropped his head to his hands, tears welling in his eyes. They began to stream warmly on his surprisingly cold face.
"Well, no sense in freezing my ass off about it," he laughed. He stood up, tears running down his cheeks, and went back upstairs, jumping at every creak in the building. Even at the small sounds his own two feet made when they went out of the rhythmic padding on the ground startled him.
After he finally made his way to his room, he unlocked the door as fast as he could, ran in, and bolted it behind him. He went to his bed, where he finally stopped tearing. He inhaled deeply and sighed out. All he wanted was a dream, but when there were no nightmares, it seemed as though he had a dreamless sleep.
Before he fell asleep, a smile stretched across his face. It was one of the first smiles he had made in a long time. The only reason was for his heroine's face. He didn't know why, but he thought of Abby. Abby for some reason changed his fears to jokes, his nightmares to dreams near their finales. He longed to talk to her, but he didn't understand why.
"Thanks," he said to the empty room as he fell asleep.
A/N: This is a Carby. It's my first one ever, so be nice in your reviews. please review this! Alright, for my sake, Carter is living in his own apartment. If you see any mistakes, please let me know so I can change them. Please keep in mind that I've never seen season six. That's where Dark Sparrow came in... so many props to you! Thanks!!!! This may start off sadly, but I had to twist this a bit so I could write it. Like I said, apologies in advance for mistakes. Review. I'm going to try really hard on this. Sorry the first chapter is kind of short.
Setting the scene: Carter has come back from rehab, but for the sake of the story he is still upset about that night. He's okay with the Fentanyl problem now, but he still has thoughts. Carter has yet to find and confess his love for Abby... I don't care what's going on with the show at this point, this is my fic.
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CHAPTER ONE
Carter woke with a jolt as he bolted upright in his bed, letting out a yell. He panted heavily, his face saddening with every breath. He lay his head on the wall behind his bed, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
"Oh man," he panted, "that was a weird one."
He pushed his blankets off himself, and headed for his refrigerator. He pulled a bottle of water out and pressed it against his face. The moisture from the bottle wet his face and reflected as he stood in front of the light of the refrigerator. Carter twisted the top off, took a sip, and returned the bottle to its place.
He shot a glance at the digital clock in his room after a minute of trying to erase the nightmare from his mind, realizing that it was only two in the morning. Seven more hours of sleepless agony awaited him, and he didn't want to face it. He went downstairs and sat on the front steps of his apartment building, putting his robe on as he went.
The road was silent. Not one engine could be heard, not even the El in the distance. Everything was silent. The silence scared Carter. He pulled his robe tighter to shelter himself from the crisp October air, his breath steaming before him. He treasured the sight. He closed his eyes and imagined his nightmare again...
There he was, on the roof of Cook County. He sat alone on the edge of a chair that had been placed there. There was a crunching of snow from the door sliding open behind him. He thought nothing of it. But fear would soon hit him when he picked up his glass that was on a table in front of him and saw the reflection of the man behind him in the glass. Only in a dream could this happen. It was none other than Paul Sobriki. He would yell for help, and run. But there would be no where to go but off the roof and plunging into the snow below. If only he had seen his reflection in the valentine, he would think when he would wake up. Paul would advance on him, the knife still in hand. A clean knife. It was happening all over again in this dream. He yelled, and finally a face he knew. A hand grabbed Sobriki from around the neck, and brought him down. And he disappeared. No where to be seen. Carter would look up to see his hero. But it wasn't a hero, it was a heroine... for some reason, he saw Abby. Of all people, it was Abby. He didn't understand.
"Why? All I ever wanted was to help people," he sighed to himself. He dropped his head to his hands, tears welling in his eyes. They began to stream warmly on his surprisingly cold face.
"Well, no sense in freezing my ass off about it," he laughed. He stood up, tears running down his cheeks, and went back upstairs, jumping at every creak in the building. Even at the small sounds his own two feet made when they went out of the rhythmic padding on the ground startled him.
After he finally made his way to his room, he unlocked the door as fast as he could, ran in, and bolted it behind him. He went to his bed, where he finally stopped tearing. He inhaled deeply and sighed out. All he wanted was a dream, but when there were no nightmares, it seemed as though he had a dreamless sleep.
Before he fell asleep, a smile stretched across his face. It was one of the first smiles he had made in a long time. The only reason was for his heroine's face. He didn't know why, but he thought of Abby. Abby for some reason changed his fears to jokes, his nightmares to dreams near their finales. He longed to talk to her, but he didn't understand why.
"Thanks," he said to the empty room as he fell asleep.