Summary: Ray, Abby and Carter get too attached to a patient! What will happen when they found she is a relation to one of their own?

Disclaimer: I don't own ER! Nope, none of it! However, I do own Sarah, and both detectives; so you can't have them!

Author's Note: Okay, here for another instalment of Breath of Life. It's interesting to see that I have captivated so many of you. On with the story.

Breath of Life

"How can you eat those, I hate peas?" was the question from an unlikely source. He was sitting next to Sarah's bed, his nametag glistening under the overhead lights. John Carter, MD it said. Over the past few days he had thought about that title and about how long he had had it. In the nine years he had been a doctor, he had never gotten this attached to patient.

"I love peas. They taste good." Sarah replied, rolling her eyes at the strange response to her eating peas.

"So, you're being discharged tomorrow!" John said excitedly. He was keeping a secret from her, and he didn't want to divulge the information just yet. It was a hard decision for everyone to make, to let her out of the hospital, made between Child's Services, the neurologist, the orthopaedist, the detectives who had since turned her case over to the FBI since they turned up nothing in Illinois, and of course Abby, Ray and John. There was nothing medically keeping her in the hospital, except for a tiny bit of swelling in her brain, keeping her from remembering who she was. Children and Family Services decided that they would place her in a foster home. Ray, Abby and John had protested of course, saying that if her memory did return, would a foster home have the capabilities to deal with it.

"Yeah, I am. Do you know where they're putting me?"

"Well, as a matter of fact I do. It involves quite a long story. Got the time?" This was a redundant question. "As you know, Abby and I are back together," John paused, remembering the moment over coffee a month ago when they decided to try it again. "Anyway, since I have a very large house, and you are leaving the hospital tomorrow, we, along with Ray and a crap load of other people, have decided to invite you into my home. Abby will be there too, and when we have to work, Ray will be there." He added reassuring Sarah that she wouldn't be alone.

"That sounds wonderful. But I have a question. What about clothes? You really don't expect me to walk around in a hospital gown, do you?"

John chuckled. "I think we can arrange for some clothes," he said. Kem had left some clothes, he added in his brain. They might be long and a little wide, but they would do for now. The pair continued their conversation as Sarah finished eating her supper. An hour later Ray walked in.

"Hello one and all!"

"Hey Ray!" Sarah replied. She was drawn to him. She didn't know why, but when she was with him, she felt safe within his arms. He comforted her when she had had bad dreams, dreams of her past. She felt like she knew him well.

She glanced at John. There sat this amazing man who had been through so much. And yet he held her hand whenever she felt scared, not even thinking of his own hardships. Valentine's Day was coming up, and he didn't even look fazed by it yet knowing what had happen, what it was an anniversary of, Sarah noticed little things about him.

Someone else walked up to the door. Abby entered the room. "Why am I never invited to these impromptu parties you guys seem to have?" She looked offended, but Sarah knew she was just joking. Sarah could see the stories in her eyes, they told them all. Even though Sarah knew nothing of Abby's life, she could tell that it was similar to the details of her own.

She looked around again at the group of people who had grown to love and befriend her. There was no other group of people she would rather be with, even her own family, who of what she remembered weren't that great. Although it would be nice to know who she was.

All four sat and talked about the following day, and how happy they were that if she couldn't be with her own family that at least she was staying with them. For the third time that night, their discussion was interrupted by a knock on the door. All turned to see Detective Ryder and Morrow at the door.

"Hello everyone," Detective Ryder greeted the room. Detective Morrow gave a little wave. Polite greetings were exchanged, but everyone was eager to hear the news they possessed.

"Sarah, the reason we are here," Detective Ryder began, "is because the FBI found out who you are."

"Are you ready to find out who you are?"

Author's Note: I love cliffhangers! If you want the next chapter I must receive 3 reviews for this one! I love having power!