Authors note: HI, here I am again. I hope you'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it! By the way I am sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but I'm having a major writers block so I decided to post half of this chapter so woy guys wouldn't have to wait so long.

Part 8:

Abby hurried out through the ambulance bay. She really needed to get away. She didn't know why, but today she just couldn't take it. She couldn't have him sending her this longing stare.

As she'd been thinking Abbys feet had brought her all the way to the el-station and on the train. She sat there, in the cold plastic-seat, and let her mind wander.

It was almost two months ago, but it stood clear in her mind. She had been offering Jake a cup of coffee, and they had found a bench and sat down.

Abby had nervously started the conversation. After a lot of thought, she found it better just to tell him straight out, so she tried to explain it all to him, just without the Carter-element. She had thought that she could spare him for that.

When she finished her explanation Jake had just been staring at her with all the hurt in the world showed in his eyes, and Abby had felt really bad, even though she knew that this was exactly what she wanted. She had never really loved Jake and had in some way always known that it wouldn't last, but that didn't make it any easier to tell it.

While Abby was deep in thoughts the train had brought her home, and she suddenly realized that this was her stop.

She stepped of the train, and walked the short way to her apartment. She was actually really happy about the fact that Carter would be there, in spite of the fact that her kitchen probably would be ruined if he had really tried to cook them dinner.

Two hours later Abby was lying on the couch with Carter. He had really cooked her diner, and it had tasted really good… considering!

"You were pretty quiet at dinner, is something wrong?" Carter asked her in a concerned tone.

Abby turned around and looked at him. It was true; she had been really quiet at the dinner table. She couldn't get the Jake-thing out of her head. She didn't really know why, God knew that she was over him ages ago, but the whole situation with him nagged her… much more than she could even imagine.

"Abby?" Carter's voice dragged her out of her thoughts. She had forgotten his question

"Oh… it's just… Jake…" she shrugged. Carter gave her a confused look, so she decided to try and explain it all. "Uh… it's just… since I broke up with him he has been giving me those weird looks and I… I just can't take it anymore… I just don't…" She didn't get to say anything more because of the big lump that was stuck in her throat and the big tears falling down her cheeks. She cried, and didn't even know why and John just held her until she calmed down. Then he got her into bed.

"I'm so glad you are here," she said and hugged him tighter, feeling the sheets around her. Then she felt asleep, totally exhausted.

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