Disclaimer: Not mine. Lyrics- Tracy Chapman : Sting

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Season 10

Authors Notes: TY for the feedback. Very much appreciated! =)

Some Kind of Wonderful

--- Three Weeks Later

"You don't have work tomorrow right?" He asked, still looking down at his paper.

"Nope." Abby took a drink of her coffee.

"Then I'll wait for you at the end of our shift. What do you wanna see?" He folded the paper neatly, flattening it against the circular table.

She looked up at the bright sun already filling the sky. Taking the last sip of her Starbucks coffee, she smiled across the table. "Mmm…Spiderman 2?"

"Sure." Mikael didn't care what movie they saw, as long as he saw it with her. "Hey we better get going." He looked at his watch. "It's 8:50 already." Standing up, he took her hand to help her down off the high stool. As he reached for the cups, the waitress appeared.

"Hey Mikael, don't worry about this, I got it." She smiled, picking up their trash. "Bye Abby!" She waved at them as they thanked her and walked off.

He held her hand in his as they walked across the street. Every day they worked together they usually left the house an hour before their shifts to stop at the Starbucks across the street. Abby liked this. And she liked Mikael. She looked down at their interlocked hands as they proceeded towards the hospital. I could do this forever, she considered. Structure with spontaneity.

"Mikael?" They stood just outside the laundry room. She waited until he stopped and looked at her. "I like this." She whispered, as if confirming their exclusiveness.

He bent down, capturing her lips with his, softly. "Me too." He looked her squarely in her eyes, smiling. She tugged on his hand, pulling him forward again.

"8 minutes." Abby announced, looking up towards the clock on the wall and pulling Mikael towards the elevators. He shook his head, letting her lead him along the bright white corridor.

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Ring Ring Ring

Carter groaned. Three weeks. Three weeks without talking to her and she doesn't even answer her phone.

" 'Hey!! This is Abby!! I can't make it to the phone at the moment, but please leave your name and number if you'd like me to call you back! Bye!' Beeeeeeep"

"Uh, hey Abby. It's, uh, Carter. Just, um, wondering what you are doing and if you're settled down and all. Gimme a call if you aren't busy or whatever. You know the number. Talk to you later…bye." Click. Settling the phone back in its holder, he rubbed his eyes. Why am I constantly thinking about her? I have Kem. And Kem and I are happy. Right? This is the way it has to be. Yes. He resolved. Sighing he walked over to the radio that sit atop the counter. Flicking it on, Carter flipped through the preset channels. He sat back down after retrieving the remote. Leaning back against the chair he turned the volume up, music wafted through the air.

Oh I long for you

And I have desired

To see your face, your smile

To be with you wherever you are

Remembering

Your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace

I'll find my way back to you

Please say you'll be waiting

Carter jumped up, slamming the radio off. I can't even listen to the radio anymore. What the hell CAN I do? He racked his brain, thinking of something to take his mind off her. Jogging. Yes, jogging is good. He sprinted up the stairs to his room to change clothes before heading out the door.

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"Hey Luka?" Alex wondered into the kitchen where Luka was cooking dinner.

Luka turned. "Yeah?" He watched Alex sit down. Knowing this was going to be a discussion, Luka took the seat across from him at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Well…" Alex started, nervously playing with his hands. "I was just wondering…"

"What were you wondering?" Luka asked, trying to get him to open up.

"Well see, there's this thing next Saturday. For baseball. And I guess they figured that everyone has a dad. They want to have a father/son game. 'Cept I don't have a dad that lives here. So I was kinda wondering if you would come with me." He blurted out.

Luka smiled. "Sure, I'll be your dad next Saturday." And for as long as you need me to be, he added to himself. Alex smiled, jumping off the stool.

"Thanks Luka! You're the best!!" He went off running down the hallway. "Hey mom!! Guess what…" His voice trailed off as he entered Luka and Sam's room.

Five minutes later Sam appeared in the kitchen. Wrapping her arms around him from behind she leaned her head against his back. "Hey you." He softly noted her presence. "Mmm" Came her muffled reply. He turned around to face her, enveloping her. Kissing the top of her hair he closed his eyes. They stayed that way for a moment before she pulled away.

"Dinner smells good. Thank you." She walked over to the stove to check. He followed her. Luka stirred the noodles as she inspected the chicken. "I wanted to talk to you." Sam pushed herself up onto the island counter. "Please." She added for good measure.

"Of course, what's up?" He asked, turning from the stove to direct his attention towards her. She held out her hands and he walked to her, grabbing a hold of them.

"I know that Alex can be a little much at times." She started, looking at the floor. "And I'm sorry. But, thank you so much for humouring him and agreeing to be his dad for the baseball game. You really didn't have to and I really appreciate it. He's just so happy to have you around."

He let go of her hand, using it to lift her face by her chin to look at him. "Sam. You don't have to apologize, or even say thank you. I'm doing it for him as much as I'm doing it for me. I want to be a part of his life. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now. I'm so happy to have you both. Are you happy with this? Do you want this as much as I do?" He looked into her eyes, questioning.

"Yes. I do. I want this." She nodded to confirm.

"Well then, Sam?" Taking her hand again.

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?" The words flew from his mouth. "Please?" He added when he realized he'd forgotten.

Sam sat stunned for a moment, tears filling her eyes. It felt like time stood still. She sort of nodded as the tears spilled over onto her red cheeks.

"Is that a yes?" Luka asked, confused.

"Yes. Very much so." Sam managed to get out. Putting both her hands on the side of his face she brought him in for a passionate kiss. He ran his hands up her back and into her hair. Wanting the moment to last forever. When the kiss ended, she wrapped her legs around his waste as they held onto each other, foreheads touching, eyes locked. "I love you." She whispered, barely audible.

"I love you too." He responded, rubbing her back lightly.

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Mikael wrapped his arms tighter around Abby as the late night New York City wind made her shiver. He'd already given her his coat so running his arms up and down hers was the only other way to try to keep her warm.

"You gunna stay the night?" She asked him, looking into the sky.

"You want me to?" He kissed her neck.

"Yes." She leaned her head to the side to give him better access. Stopping them under a streetlight on the corner, she let him assault her neck as she held onto him. He trailed up under her chin to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She responded, pressing herself into him. She finally ended the kiss and pulled back, he kissed her forehead as they started walking to her apartment again.

"You work tomorrow at all?" She asked as they stepped into her apartment.

He closed the door behind them, taking off his coat for her. "Yeah, at one." Mikael followed her to the bedroom.

"Oh, we didn't have to go see a movie tonight, if I woulda known." Abby turned, frowning and feeling bad.

Wrapping his arms around her held on tightly. "No, no it's okay. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to go. Promise." He felt her smile against his skin, which made him grin. She pulled away and walked over to the machine. The number 2 was flashing in red lights as she pressed inbox.

"You have two new messages. First message. Beeeep. 'Uh, hey Abby. It's, uh, Carter. Just, um, wondering what you are doing and if you're settled down and all. Gimme a call if you aren't busy or whatever. You know the number. Talk to you later…bye.' Click. Monday. 11:30 am. Second message. Beeeeep. 'Hey Abby! It's Sam. Was calling to say hey and to tell you some good news! So call me back soon! Miss ya!' Click. Monday. 10:45 pm. End of messages. To review…" Abby cut it off as she pressed the off button. She sighed. Carter. The same Carter who she hadn't even really thought of in three whole weeks. Now she felt guilty about. Obviously he'd been thinking of her. What am I going to tell him? That I met someone new? That I wasn't thinking of him, or us, anymore? She sighed and stood, slipping her shoes and pants off, walking to her side of the bed. Mikael was already in the bed so he held the blankets open for her to climb in. She settled in, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. Clearly she didn't want to talk about it, so he made no effort to. Absent-mindedly he brushed his fingers through her hair and softly sang her to sleep.

Life was a song

You came along

I lay awake the whole night through

If I should dare to think you care

This is what I'd say to you

You were mean for me

And I was meant for you

Nature fashioned you and when she was done

You were all those good things rolled into one

You're like a plaintive melody

That never lets me be

I'm content the angels must have sent you

And they meant you just for me