Chapter One: Angels fall first

Abby Lockhart looked out through the window. It rained outside. Typical, for a Valentine's Day in Sweden. But she wasn't in Sweden; she was in the ER at Cook County General Hospital, Chicago, Illinois. Abby sighed, and the eyes looked over the waiting room. It was empty; accept a mother and her son, who seemed to have a 'stuck' rat on his finger (''I told you not to play with it!'' the mother said loudly). Abby smiled when she walked past them to the admit desk. Jerry looked very bored, and dr. Peter Benton played with a pen. When she looked around, she found out that a very familiar face wasn't there. ''Hey, where's Carter?'' she asked. Jerry gave her a look. ''Donno'' he said. ''He have a day off'' Kerry Weaver walked up to the admit desk. Peter looked up. ''Why can he have a day off, when I can't?'' he said, pointing with the pen at Kerry. Kerry gave him a treating look, and Abby smacked him over his head. Peter looked at them. ''What?'' he said. Abby sighed again. Sometimes Peter could not think. ''It's Valentine's Day'' she said. Peter looked confused. ''So, only because it's Valentine's Day...'' he began, and then became silent. He understand. ''Should he really be alone?'' he said instead. Kerry stared at him and said ''Don't you trust him?'' Abby looked at Peter with disbelief. Peter was maybe not always nice and so, but not trust Carter? Jerry laid his hand on Peter's forehead. ''He has no fever, I think''
An angelface smiles to me

Under the headline of tragedy

That smile used to give me warmth

Farewell - no words to say

Beside the cross on your grave And those forever burning candles...

John Carter didn't feel the rain. The brown hair were all messed up, he hadn't have time to take care of it this morning. He was standing on a graveyard. Before him, there was a gravestone with the name Lucy Knight on.

Needed elsewhere

To remind us the shortness of our time

Tears laid for them

Tears of love, tears of fear Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows

Oh, Lord, why

The angels fall first?

Two years since she died. Carter's tears were blended in the rain. She had been an angel on earth. The world had lightened up around her. Carter fell to his knees.

Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La

Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ

I'll never understand the meaning of the right

Ignorance lead me into the light

He had lost her, and it was his own fault. Carter knew it. He felt it. His back hurting so much, but he didn't care. Why was he living?

Needed elsewhere

To remind us the shortness of our time

Tears laid for them

Tears of love, tears of fear

Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows

Oh, Lord, why

The angels fall first?

Carter felt like somebody watched him, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. But a hand laid on his shoulder. ''John...''

Sing me a song

Of your beauty

Of your kingdom

Let the melodies of your harps

Caress those whom we still need

Carter turned his head around, fast. But there was no one behind him. Carter shook his head. Now he though he heard Lucy's voice. Now he felt something that wasn't there anymore.

Yesterday we shook hands

My friend

Today a moonbeam lightens my path

My guardian

Carter felt sick. No, he wasn't sick, the world was sick. The last thing he saw was blonde hair against the grey sky before everything went black.

Ops, it became a songfic there!smiles innocently Didn't mean that. Sorry!;) Okay, the song was Angels Fall First by Nightwish. Likes that song, it's so sad, and I likes sad songs!:) Know, weird!