Title: "Something Short of Disaster"
Ratings: PG (for minor language)
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the patients. Dr. Nelson was working in pysch with Abby, he was her resident. Remember him, motorcycle boy? Yeah, I'm almost sure it was him.
Author's Note: I really love this story. I must tell you that. I love Sam, I really love Luka, and since Alex isn't a terror in this, I like him too. In fact, Alex is barely in it at all. Yah!
Summary: What is to become of Sam's life and her relationship with Luka after this? Read and find out!

Part I
It started out just like any other day. Sam woke up to the sound of her snooze alarm going off for the third time.

"Damn! Alex, where are you? We're late; we have to leave for school like now!"

Sam raced into the bathroom and put on some dirty jeans and a t-shirt, and brushed her teeth. She ran back to Alex's room to hurry him along. But Alex wasn't there. Sam went back to the living room, and then to the kitchen; there was still no Alex. Just when she was about to loose it, she heard the apartment door open. Someone was leaving.

"Sam, Alex is already in the car, I'm taking him to school. See you later."

"Okay." Sam smiled to herself as he left.

"Aww, he's just so great like that." She smiled as she went back to her room and take a shower to get ready for her shift.

The ER was busy as usual. Abby, Carter and Pratt were on, along with Sam. Abby was handling about 10 patients, and not very well. She was still getting used to being the doctor and the one in charge.

"Hey Sam, my guy with the facial fracture needs more Demerol. Can you give him another 25 milligrams?"

"Yeah, sure. I just have to check vitals on the MVA victim in Trauma 1 and call surgery again to come get her."

"Fine, Jerry is something coming in?"

"Yeah, a 20 year old female, victim of an attack ETA is three minutes."

"Okay, tell Carter I'll meet him in the bay." Three minutes later Carter and Abby were opening the back doors of the ambulance.

"Tara James, 20, victim of an attack by an unidentified male in his 20s. BP is 130/90, pulse 100, and pulse-ox is 95. She has bruises to the head, face, chest and abdomen. She's also been very distraught since we picked her up. There's also a probable fracture to the right upper extremity, with sharp tenderness to touch." Abby smiled at Tara, who had obviously been crying.

"You're safe now, is there someone we can call for you?"

"No, I go to U of I, Chicago, but my family lives in Pennsylvania. I don't want them to come all the way out here if it's not that bad."

They wheeled Tara into Trauma 2, and Carter listened to her lungs. "Breath sounds are clear. Let's get a CBC, UA, chest x-ray, head CT, abdominal CT, pelvis x-ray, and films for her right arm. Abby I think you can handle this one, call me if you need me." Carter started to leave, but then turned back to Abby.

"Don't forget to review all the films and CTs through me."

"Okay, so, Tara, can you tell me what happened?"

"I had just gotten off the El, on my way back to the campus, and this guy came out of nowhere. He grabbed me from behind and beat me in the head chest and stomach. I could barely breath but I was able to fend him off somewhat."

Abby looked around and then went to close the door that adjoined the two trauma rooms.

"Did he rape you?"

"No, I'm sure of it. He tried to, because he went for my jeans' button, but I was able to grab the maze out of my purse in time to spray him in the eyes so I could get away. He did not rape me."

A little while later, the films were back. "Well Tara, I went over the x-rays and CTs with Dr. Carter, and your pelvis is fine, your facial bones are okay, and so is your abdomen. But you do have a contusion to the head; do you know what that is?"

"Like a concussion?"

"Sort of, but it's not as bad. It's just a really bad bruise to the head. You'll be fine in a few days. You can take IB Profin for the pain. And you shouldn't be surprised that you have a right forearm fracture. I'll put on a cast and you'll wear that for the next 6 weeks. Okay?"

"Yeah."

Seven hours later Sam was on her way home. She was just walking down the street, not knowing that it was very close to where Tara was attacked. Sam could see the apartment from where she was and then all of a sudden things went black. Someone had put their hand over her eyes and picked her up. Someone was kidnapping her.