Disclaimer: Here would be where I would say something very witty and intelligent, but I can't think of a word to say, so basically I don't own Luka or Abby, they are not my private property, and neither are the words in italics and with central alignment. They are lyrics from Greenday – Give Me Novocaine.

As before, the italics after speech show the thoughts of the person who has just spoken, though sometimes the person doesn't speak first, but I'm sure you'll work out what's what, you're all clever on here!

Dedication:This story is dedicated to Josefin, Alice, Elissa, Tani and Andy, who are actually incredible and always make me smile. Thank you guys, for everything, I love you! I also want to make a point of mentioning Karissa and Mackenzie 'cause they're also very lovely people and deserve a special mention!

Thanks: I want to say a massive thank you to my lovely reviewers because your comments make an enormous difference and give me a HUGE boost of confidence and encourage me to keep writing:)

For all you Lubies out there, this should (I hope!) make you happy, but I do have to warn you, the story won't be quite so fluffy next chapter! –shocked face-


Any other night he would have rather died than enter that room.

But tonight was different.

If he had been with any other person, he would have wrenched his hand free and fled from that room.

But tonight was different.

Tonight he wasn't scared.

Tonight he wasn't alone.

Tonight he was with Abby.

Abby had his hand, Abby had his heart, and he knew she wouldn't ever let go. Never.

As they passed through the doorframe however, the familiar feeling coursed through his body, ravaging his senses, gnawing at his heart. Think of Abby. She's here; she's holding your hand. She's here Luka, she's here and she's going nowhere.

He stopped.

His feet wouldn't allow him to move, his feet were rooted in position. He couldn't move, he just couldn't. His legs shook beneath him, as if they could give way at any given moment, like they were unable to support his weight, and the weight of the darkness pressing down on him.

She stopped.

Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arm around his waist, draped his limp arm across her shoulder, and slowly steered him to the centre of the dimly-lit room.

"It's okay Luka," was all she could murmur as she urged him, gently, to perch on the edge of the bed. The moment his body came into contact with the sheets, his head rolled forwards, sinking into the protective shell of his hands. Oh Luka, what shall I do? What can I do to help you? Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do, what shall I do? She slid into the space between his legs and, removing his head from his hands, lifted his chin upwards, so that, for the umpteenth time that night, his gaze was channelled straight into her eyes. She watched as immense salted droplets welled up in his eyes and then rolled down his cheeks, oh Luka. As the familiar jerk wrenched at her heart, the very same one she felt each time she saw him in pain, Abby did the only thing she could do. She slowly brushed the tears from his face, capturing one solitary glass orb on her fingertip, and as he watched her steadily, she rubbed her fingers together, and the tear vanished. She knew she hadn't gotten rid of it completely, more would come, of course they would, but she would be there to catch them as they fell. Luka smiled faintly, he knew she would always dry his tears, she always had.

Abby stood there, his inner thighs pressed firmly against her legs, the contact reigniting the fire that had been fizzling out since they split up all those years ago, for what seemed like a very long time, though she didn't want it to end. She held his head to her, resting her own upon it, and ran her fingers through his thick, silken mane. Her touch was medicinal; no wonder she makes such a great doctor, I only hope she doesn't touch her patients quite this intimately! Unwillingly, she released his head and leant back slightly to look at him, and a soft smile graced her lips as she observed at the serene expression that had formed on his perfect features, he looked calmer somehow, maybe even happier? Little did she know that he was happier, he was always happier around her, he was happier because of her.

Luka gazed at her; the urge to kiss her, to taste her again, sent shivers down his spine and pulses all through his body. He cautiously inched his face towards hers, don't mess this Luka, don't waste this chance, don't loose her again. Abby let out a slight moan of pleasure as she felt the warmth of his breath wash over her face. Completely lost in the moment, she didn't move. Shit. You've blown it now Luka, you moved too quickly and you've screwed it up. Luka you're an arse! Suddenly the warmth disappeared and the cold Chicago breeze clawed at her skin, reminding her, like a punch in the stomach, of the time she had spent alone, or practically alone. Alone meant being incomplete. She had kidded herself that she wasn't alone, that she was complete, in the folds of worn sheets, and in the embrace of men. Carter. She had fooled herself that he completed her, but deep down, she knew that only one person could fill that void. Since being complete meant being with Luka, being alone meant being without Luka. To her horror, she saw his face fall and felt his arms loosen around her, the harsh cold tearing at her heart, the fear of being alone and without him ripping through her.

Give me the long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won't feel a thing.

Placing her hands against either side of his face, Abby tenderly pressed her lips against his. The feeling and taste of her lips upon his, made him weak at the knees, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Her arms slipped down to his neck as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He felt her lips stretch into a smile beneath his own and happiness swept over him, over them both. She picked up his hand, entwining their fingers, then slowly pulled back, pressing a trail of kisses into his strong hand.

Wordlessly, Luka eased Abby's coat from her shoulders, lightly caressing the skin exposed by her top, and after she slipped the shoes from her feet, the top from her body, and the trousers from her legs, they slid under the quilt. Abby moved her body closer to his, reveling in the sensation of his bare skin against her own, and pressed another sweet kiss onto his lips. Their bodies faced inwards, towards each other, and their hands liked together, neither we alone, neither were incomplete.

Abby watched as Luka's eyelids grew heavy and as slumber enfolded his body. She listened as his breathing deepened, resisting the urge to hold him closer. She wanted to more than anything, but she knew she had to let him sleep. She only wished that she could protect him from his demons, from his dreams, from the darkness. Oh Luka, I love you so much.