Life sucks
This is basically a story about Luka and his life. There aren't many about just him so I thought I should write one. Set in season 11, before all the fighting/counseling with Sam.
I hope you like it!
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Luka stomped into the doctor's lounge and slammed the door behind him. Spinning the dial on his lock he thought back over his day. Seven dead patients in twelve hours. It was days like these that made him want to quit his job. He must have set a new record. "No one could have killed that many people before," he muttered to himself under his breath.
"What'd you say?" Sam asked, coming behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Nothing," Luka answered quietly. "You followed me in here?" he inquired.
"Yup," came the reply as Sam turned him around and buried her head in his chest. "I missed you. A lot." She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his neck down, instigating a long, slow kiss.
"Sam…. I'm not in the mood," Luka told her as he broke the kiss and pushed her away. "See you later," he tossed over his shoulder as he headed out the door, pulling his coat on.
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Luka shoved open the apartment door and made his way to the bedroom, throwing his things on the kitchen table as he went.
He shouldn't have been so mean to Sam. He left a note on the bedside table apologizing for what he said, then he pulled of his clothes and rubbed his eyes.
Luka lay down in bed and fought the images that he knew would soon enter his head.
He was too tired, he couldn't get rid of those memories. Luka drifted to sleep as his dreams carried him to a place he wished never to return to...
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He was walking down the street with his family. Going to the park. Danijela's hand entwined with his right hand, Jasna's smaller hand holding his left. Marco was sitting on Luka's shoulders, laughing and giggling as his father carried him along. For once, everything was right with the world. And then it came. Those sounds.
The hideous sounds of the gunshots rung through the air, and fear was the only thing on his mind. Luka quickly rushed his family back to their home. Their safety was the only thing on his mind.
Fast forward a few hours. Luka was sitting in the mess that was left of his home. Everything was burnt. It was hard for him to imagine that a couple hours ago his family was still alive. There was nothing left.
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...Awakened by a cold sweat dripping down his neck,
Luka looked at the clock. He had only been asleep for two hours, and he
was already worn out and traumatized.
Luka turned the other way and looked at Sam, who was sleeping beside him and muct have arrived home not long ago. He grinned at her innocent appearance and hoped she wasn't mad at him.
He slipped quietly out of bed and went to the living room to watch TV until she woke up.
"Hey you," Luka heard Sam whisper in his ear about fifteen minutes after he had gotten up. "Can't sleep?" She had come over to where he was sitting on the couch and squeezed his shoulders.
Luka sighed and smiled up at her. "Thanks," he told her.
"For what?" she questioned
"For being you."
He pulled her into his lap and they snuggled on the sofa. If he couldn't have his old family, Sam and Alex were the next best thing.