TITLE: The Private Life of Kerry Weaver
AUTHOR: Jarodsangel33
EMAIL: jarodsangel33@netscape.net
CATEGORY: drama
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None... takes place during Season 8 right after Susan's return.
ARCHIVE: Anyone's free to read... if they want to link to this, or add it to their pages... email me first for verification and permission. ^.^
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ER or any of the characters, they belong to NBC, and their writers and creators. Just using them for the story.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a fic... dedicated to my friends... although at times they call me crazy for my.. habits of show addiction... this is my first ER fic... and my medical terminology is low... ... ... I only know what I hear on the show.
SUMMARY: What if something were to happen to Kerry... who would end up being there for her in her time of need? A new friendship begins here. Between JC and KW... more of a friendship story. Nothing shipperish.
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Kerry leaned into Carter for support. He wrapped his warm arms around her as she cried. She didn't really know why she was putting on the dramatic show of her emotions; all she knew is that it felt so good to have someone to talk to, who truly cared about her feelings and well-being.
After she'd been assisted to the couch she began telling Carter the whole entire story.
"The flowers, they- they're from my mother. She's not really one of those mother's that... ..." She paused for the right wording. "Uh, not one of those mother's that helps their kids with arithmetic and teaches them to tie their shoes. My mother was severely abusive. She had anger problems and an alcohol abuse problem. I even think she might've been using drugs." Kerry said and ran her fingers through her damp hair. "She wasn't mean in the beginning when I was little, oh quite the contrary, we would bake cookies at Christmas, sing Christmas carols on Christmas Eve, all that happy family stuff. Then she and my father split up..." Kerry trailed off.
"I'm so sorry," Carter said and wiped the tears from Kerry's warm cheeks.
"I'm not finished quite yet." she said and continued with her story. "After the separation, my mother began to abuse alcohol and eventually became abusive. She once threw me down a flight of stairs because my room wasn't clean enough for the company to stay in."
"Is that why you have the brace?" Carter asked and pointed to her leg.
"No, that happened when my father re-surfaced and was a part of my life once again. He had just sued my mother for custody because of her constant alcohol abuse and physical abuse to me. Although he put up a good show, he lost making my mother proud of her brute strength and her act for the judge. When the judge granted my dad visitation rights, she went through the roof. It was terrible. One day, she sent me away to go get some milk from the mini-market. One of the jerks from school tripped me and stole my money. I spent an hour looking for the boy and trying to get my money back. Eventually a police officer noticed us fighting in the street and asked what the problem was. I told him what happened and he got my money back for me. When I finally got home from the market, I was past my curfew." Kerry paused and took a breath.
"My mother went mad. She began to interrogate me about where I was and why I was so late. I assumed for once that she'd cared that I was late, because she was finally living up to her job of being a mother and worrying about her kids. But I was mistaken. She slapped me hard on the face and knocked me to the floor where she continued to beat me. Luckilly my dad had been taking a walk and had heard the commotion. He broke down the door and rescued me. He took me to the nearest hospital where it was confirmed that I had severe leg damage and needed to wear a brace, perhaps for the rest of my life. That was the last time I ever saw my mother or father. After the incident I was sent to a foster home where I grew up and went to medical school and here I am today." Kerry finished, her face damp with tears.
"I had no idea," Carter said and hugged her.
"Well noone did, I don't blame anyone for treating me the way they do. It's just repay for the way I boss them around. It's just being the chief of emergency medicine, you have to be firm to get the others to do their jobs." Kerry said and sighed.
"Kerry, do you want to stay with me for a while at my... well Gamma's place? We have enough spare rooms for half the hospital." Carter said and chuckled.
"No, I couldn't cause you any trouble." Kerry said.
"Are you sure? I don't want anything to happen to you Kerry." He said firmly.
"I don't want to endanger the well-being of you or your grandmother, and I'm not that likeable-" Carter cut her off.
"Kerry don't forget that I spent time living with you when I was a med student and all." Carter said and raised his brow.
"Alright, I guess it'd be alright if you really insist." Kerry said and got up.
"Where are you going?" Carter asked as she made her way to another room.
"I'm getting some things for your house." Kerry said and disappeared into her room.
End of Part 3
AUTHOR: Jarodsangel33
EMAIL: jarodsangel33@netscape.net
CATEGORY: drama
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None... takes place during Season 8 right after Susan's return.
ARCHIVE: Anyone's free to read... if they want to link to this, or add it to their pages... email me first for verification and permission. ^.^
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ER or any of the characters, they belong to NBC, and their writers and creators. Just using them for the story.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a fic... dedicated to my friends... although at times they call me crazy for my.. habits of show addiction... this is my first ER fic... and my medical terminology is low... ... ... I only know what I hear on the show.
SUMMARY: What if something were to happen to Kerry... who would end up being there for her in her time of need? A new friendship begins here. Between JC and KW... more of a friendship story. Nothing shipperish.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kerry leaned into Carter for support. He wrapped his warm arms around her as she cried. She didn't really know why she was putting on the dramatic show of her emotions; all she knew is that it felt so good to have someone to talk to, who truly cared about her feelings and well-being.
After she'd been assisted to the couch she began telling Carter the whole entire story.
"The flowers, they- they're from my mother. She's not really one of those mother's that... ..." She paused for the right wording. "Uh, not one of those mother's that helps their kids with arithmetic and teaches them to tie their shoes. My mother was severely abusive. She had anger problems and an alcohol abuse problem. I even think she might've been using drugs." Kerry said and ran her fingers through her damp hair. "She wasn't mean in the beginning when I was little, oh quite the contrary, we would bake cookies at Christmas, sing Christmas carols on Christmas Eve, all that happy family stuff. Then she and my father split up..." Kerry trailed off.
"I'm so sorry," Carter said and wiped the tears from Kerry's warm cheeks.
"I'm not finished quite yet." she said and continued with her story. "After the separation, my mother began to abuse alcohol and eventually became abusive. She once threw me down a flight of stairs because my room wasn't clean enough for the company to stay in."
"Is that why you have the brace?" Carter asked and pointed to her leg.
"No, that happened when my father re-surfaced and was a part of my life once again. He had just sued my mother for custody because of her constant alcohol abuse and physical abuse to me. Although he put up a good show, he lost making my mother proud of her brute strength and her act for the judge. When the judge granted my dad visitation rights, she went through the roof. It was terrible. One day, she sent me away to go get some milk from the mini-market. One of the jerks from school tripped me and stole my money. I spent an hour looking for the boy and trying to get my money back. Eventually a police officer noticed us fighting in the street and asked what the problem was. I told him what happened and he got my money back for me. When I finally got home from the market, I was past my curfew." Kerry paused and took a breath.
"My mother went mad. She began to interrogate me about where I was and why I was so late. I assumed for once that she'd cared that I was late, because she was finally living up to her job of being a mother and worrying about her kids. But I was mistaken. She slapped me hard on the face and knocked me to the floor where she continued to beat me. Luckilly my dad had been taking a walk and had heard the commotion. He broke down the door and rescued me. He took me to the nearest hospital where it was confirmed that I had severe leg damage and needed to wear a brace, perhaps for the rest of my life. That was the last time I ever saw my mother or father. After the incident I was sent to a foster home where I grew up and went to medical school and here I am today." Kerry finished, her face damp with tears.
"I had no idea," Carter said and hugged her.
"Well noone did, I don't blame anyone for treating me the way they do. It's just repay for the way I boss them around. It's just being the chief of emergency medicine, you have to be firm to get the others to do their jobs." Kerry said and sighed.
"Kerry, do you want to stay with me for a while at my... well Gamma's place? We have enough spare rooms for half the hospital." Carter said and chuckled.
"No, I couldn't cause you any trouble." Kerry said.
"Are you sure? I don't want anything to happen to you Kerry." He said firmly.
"I don't want to endanger the well-being of you or your grandmother, and I'm not that likeable-" Carter cut her off.
"Kerry don't forget that I spent time living with you when I was a med student and all." Carter said and raised his brow.
"Alright, I guess it'd be alright if you really insist." Kerry said and got up.
"Where are you going?" Carter asked as she made her way to another room.
"I'm getting some things for your house." Kerry said and disappeared into her room.
End of Part 3