Hey guys! this is my fist Samka fic, so please be nice! This idea came to me during Season 11, it is set in Season 12 on Valentines Day. Please read and review, I'd love to know what you all think! I've just recently updated this chapter, after my Beat reader helped me make some changes. Thanks you know who you are! More chapters will be coming soon.

Previously on ER.

"Luka, shush, I'm pregnant," Sam said looking anxious. She was shuffling her feet looking at the ground.

"What! You're kidding right?" he asked looking scared. This wasn't the expression Sam wanted to see. At all.

"Yeah, thought that'd shut you up," she replied mumbling.

"Are you serious!" he asked unsure of her motives. He thought she was just pulling his leg. Some silly joke she thought she'd play on him. But she wasn't, it was the truth.

"Yes," she replied, scuffing a hole in the floor. Luka moves over to her and pulls up her face with two fingers on her chin. He stares into her eyes.

He smiles and she looks at his still nervous.

"That's wow. Fantastic?" he said unsure of how she felt about it all.

"Really? Fantastic? You sure?" she asked, grimacing.

"Well...yeah. I want to have a child with you, I think we're ready for that, aren't we?" he replied reassuring her.

"I s'pose," she replied, trying to smile.

"It is, you do want this child right?"

"Yes, of course I do, I just wasn't sure whether...you did," she replies looking nervous again.

"Of course I do! Sam, I love you, and I want to have this child with you, honestly," he assured her.

"And I love you too," she replied smiling and throwing herself into his arms as he hugs her.

Int. County general Hospital. Admit.

"I'm leaving," Pratt said, his coat and bag on and a box of the contents of his locker at his feet.

"What! No Pratt come on, you said you didn't want the Chief Residency job," Susan said shocked at this predicament.

"I know. And I don't. I just think I need to move on," he said. He'd just found his father again, and everything in his life seemed to be changing, he needed to change with it.

"Ok, well, make sure you don't forget us," she replied, smiling.

"I don't think that's possible," he replied grinning.

Ext. Ambulance Bay. County General Hospital

"She's gonna be ok. She's a fighter."

How could he believe that? She was gonna be ok? She was certainly not going to be just 'ok'. He looked into Abby's eyes, knowing she meant well, but still couldn't find the strength to tell her he knew she wouldn't be 'ok'. But he knew he had to start believing in something. Believing in a future he'd always wished for. He managed to muster the ounce of strength to reassure the woman he killed for that he knew she was right. As her eyes bore into his, he felt he needed to reply. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, tired, sleep deprived.

"Yeah I know."

"So you were gonna go out for a meal huh?" she changed the subject. Trying to get him to look forward, but subconsciously making him think of the past.

"Yeah, she was so excited about it."

"Yeah I could tell." Abby smiled, smiling at the slight twinkle that managed to appear in Luka's bloodshot eyes as he thought about the one person he loved more than anything in the world. His eyes still showing the despair he felt, the desperation, but still managing to show the twinkle he felt when he thought of the one person he loved most in the world.

"Yeah, but it's not enough. She thinks I don't love her. She thinks I love Danjela more. She thinks I always will." Luka looks down at his feet, shuffling uncomfortably. Abby holds out her hand, touching his arm, his hand firmly pushed into his pocket.

"Well then, what you have to work out is do you love her?"

He looks up. The twinkling subsiding. He knew what the answer was. It was obvious, how could he not? Her adoring smile, he shining eyes, he soft golden curly hair. The perfect form of her figure, the heavenly sound of her voice, her laugh. He loved everything about her, every tiny detail, he loved her so much it hurt him inside to think about not being with her.

"Yeah, I love her." he pursed his lips, in the oh-so Luka way, and stares straight at Abby. She mirrors his previous actions, by looking at the floor.

"Well then that's enough." she raised her eyebrows and looks up at him.

"Maybe. But she found the picture and now she thinks she's second best, she won't talk about it but I know she's hurting...was," he looked defeated, sad and angry. He despised the words 'second best'. She could never be just that to him. Ever.

"Well is she? Second best?" she raised her eyebrows again, urging Luka to reply. He looked at her, thinking hard. He knew she wasn't second best. He did. But there was a niggling feeling deep down, that questioned his emotions. Was she? Is that why they argued so much? No, he thought, counter-acting the negative feeling, of course she's not. We haven't argued for months. We've been getting on just fine. Although, I do miss our make-up sessions...

"No, no she isn't. I've never felt this way before. I'm experiencing feelings I thought I never could. Feelings I never felt for Danjela. I think I love her more." he burst out, those were his true feelings, the feelings he never told her, the feelings he should tell her. The feelings he wished he'd told her before...

Abby smiled. "Well tell her. She needs you right now. Get back in there and, love her." She punches his arm softly. He looks up, looking like a small child, knowing she was right. He nods his head slightly.

"Thank you." he smiled at Abby. She had always been good in these sort of situations. She always knew what to do. That's what made her such a good friend.

"It's what all good friends are for." she smiled.

Int. County General Hospital.

Walking through Triage he felt a pair of eyes on him, watching his every move. He looks up and sees Kerry at admit. Walking up to the doors, she pushes the button to let him in.

"I just heard. Luka I am so sorry."

There was real sorrow in her voice. She knew, from experience, what he was feeling right now.

"It's ok." he reassured her, and too himself.

"Join me in the lounge?" she offered.

"Sure." he nods his head and follows her to the Lounge.

They walk into the lounge and sit down.

"I never thought this could happen to me again. To nearly lose someone all over again." he whispered.

"We all go through things we never thought we would. It's a way of life." she told him.

"But this is all too similar. I mean, with Lucy and Carter, it just seems like everything's gone full circle." he looked at Kerry, his eyes still bloodshot as before, feeling that little bit sorry for himself. After all, he deserved the right to feel that way.

"Sometimes that can happen in life. We all have to deal with it and move on. There's a woman in there who thinks the world of you. You have that to hold onto. Sometimes in life, things will move Full Circle; it's a weird thing to do with fate."

"Yeah I know. I just can't believe this has happened again." he stares into his hands, boring a hole through them. Kerry moves her hand over and places it onto Luka's.

Int County General Hospital Trauma 1.

The patient lying unconscious on the bed who Kerry and Luka cared about so deeply was oblivious to everything around her. Hooked up to the breathing machines, Heart Monitor and several IVs, she could only rest, gathering strength from the harrowing events of the past 12 hours. She knew nothing of what happened, only the split second of danger that told her she may never sense any life again. This one person that had everyone caring about so dearly was hanging onto the life they had left by a single thread. Things sure had moved Full Circle.