Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the same thing you read over and over again in every fic.

Warning: This takes place in Season 12, so if you don't know what happens it will ruin everything.

This is my first fic so...

Anyway, I want to thank Eva Cale for her support and help with this fic. And also Kira (elohimdancer319) for her help as well with grammar mistakes. English isn't my main language so I do apologize for any mistakes I might've missed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please review!

Where am I? Is that my hand? Well, one of those is… but the other one? Oh no… it was a dream, it was a dream… I repeat myself that as I turn around to find Luka sleeping peacefully by my side. Oh Crap, it wasn't a dream. What did I do? I can't believe this! And I even fell asleep! How did I let this happen? I move slowly so he doesn't wake up. I have to get the hell out of here. I'm out of bed, that's good but it's cold! I find a towel in the bathroom and wrap myself with it. I need my underwear. I can't go anywhere without it. And I'm looking for it in the floor, just hoping he doesn't wake up.

"What are you doing?"

Busted… I have to look at him and he is smiling. Oh Crap…

"Looking for my underwear."

"Are you on tonight?"

"No"

"Why are you leaving?"

Well, because we slept together!

"I just thought I should…"

"You should stay."

Oh my God that smile again!

"I probably shouldn't" That's all I get to say before he grins at me. "I've got a lot of stuff I need to do and…"

He begins to pat the bed in an attempt to locate my underwear. He extends the sheets and there is my bra flying to my hand.

"Oh, your bra"

"Thank you" I say while I can't hold back a smile.

"Panties…" he says while he throws them at me gently.

I can't help it and keep smiling at him. He asks me if I still like ketchup on my eggs, I nod.

"I'll make us some breakfast." He pulls the covers and heads downstairs.

"I think we probably slept through breakfast… and lunch!"

I get dressed. I will have to face him eventually, I'm at his house! And specially because in my recollection of last night I remembered my shirt was left downstairs. So finally I get some courage and walk into the room. I locate my shirt and put it on. He's looking at me with a grin on his face. I walk into the kitchen and I see he's serving the eggs into a plate. He hands me the plate and I sit at the table.

"Coffee?"

"Depends what you mean by coffee… Your coffee or what most people call coffee?"

He just laughs at me and hands me a cup. I smell it. It's just regular coffee thanks God… I don't think my stomach can handle his Turkish mud at the moment. I'm feeling sick, but not because of something I ate, mostly of the situation I got myself into. Apparently we just have an agreement to let things unspoken for the moment. The silence isn't uncomfortable at all and that it's what's making me feel even more weird inside. We sit there eating "breakfast" after a while we just head to the kitchen. He does the dished and I'm rinsing them.

And then comes the blast… The whole apartment shakes really bad and the sound of something falling…

"What the hell was that?"

I look around at him and he is confused too. We both run to the window and see that there is a lot of smoke coming from behind some buildings.

"Oh Crap…" That's all I get to say before he heads to the TV to turn it on.

"What do you think that was?" I asked him.

"Not sure, but for the sound of it I believe it's pretty bad."

And then the pagers begin beeping like crazy… I look at him. He runs to the phone and calls the ER. I can hear him talking, apparently with Jerry. When he disconnects the call he looks at me in a worried way.

"A plane crashed in the middle of Chicago"

"You are kidding, right?"

"No, unfortunately I'm not."

"Oh my God, it's going to be a mess!" That's all I can think of… A plane?

"I know…"

"We should go then. Where did I leave my bag?" I look around for it and I see he is picking it up from behind the couch.

"Thanks"

"Let me get dressed and we are out of here."

I nod. He runs upstairs and 5 minutes later we are in his car. I look at him and say…

"Luka, about last night…"

I know he wants to look at me for longer than a minute but he needs to face the road.

"Maybe we should talk about this when we get off from work, what do you think?" He says.

"Yeah, you are probably right."

I just have to agree, that would actually give me some time to know what to tell him actually. I wasn't even sure what I wanted. Was it good? I mean last night was great but I'm not in the mood to be just a one night stand, or to screw things up with Luka. He is one of my closest friends and I know we haven't spoken much in the last year, but I know I can count with him no matter what. Next thing I know he is parking about two blocks from the ER.

"It's better if I leave it here. It's going to be a mess closer" I just nod.

When we get to the ambulance bay, Clemente is there giving orders to everyone about what to do. I walk into the ER with a patient and then everything is so hectic and blurry. All I can remember was working with Luka on a patient, Baxter. Luka congratulated me on the job and I just couldn't help but smile. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if we stay together. That is the first time I think it might be a possibility. We were heading back to the elevator with Baxter. He was proud with himself for cheating death twice on a day.

"Very lucky" Luka says.

And then Baxter says he is calling off his wedding…

"Oh… You might want to sleep on that" I say and Luka adds:

"Maybe you two should talk about that"

But he is looking at me. He wants us to talk, I know I want to talk to him too. I think I know what I want now. I want to give it a shot. And for the first time today I don't have any doubts. Apparently Baxter wants to seize the day! Carpe Diem! Before the door of the elevator closes we hear him say:

"Besides I'm pretty sure I'm gay"

What? Oh my God… maybe he should call off the wedding after all! I look up at Luka who is just smiling.

After that I head looking for Neela, she needs to be checked out after all she's been through. When I finally find her she is heading home. I begin telling her she needs to be kept in observation but she leaves me anyway standing in the middle of the street. I had blabbered to her I had slept with Luka in my urge to keep her at the hospital but it didn't work, she didn't believe me. Well, let's face it... I can't believe it myself so why would anyone else believe me?

I'm walking back into the ambulance bay when I see Luka coming through the door. And now I'm officially nervous.

"Hey" he says.

"Hi…"

After an odd silence, to which I'm not sure how to break it, I just say the first thing that comes to my head.

"Rough night"

"Yeah, I'm glad it's over"

"Me too." I have to agree. I'm looking at him waiting for him to talk but as he doesn't then I just say:

"Ah, did Baxter get upstairs alright?"

I don't think he was expecting me to say that but he answers:

"Oh, he's fine. Not so sure about his fiancée though"

And we smile. Why stop the unstoppable I think so I let it out

"Listen I was thinking about…" at the same time he does.

"Sorry" he says.

"No, you go ahead."

I have to let him talk first, please let him finish. I'm not sure what I'm going to say now that I have him in front of me. And he wants me to go ahead and I want him to say it. He smiles and folds his arms.

"Ok… I was thinking about…"

He is looking around nervously and I do the same.

"I was thinking about what happened… last night..."

After he says that he gazes at the floor and I just nod. Not sure what to say now but I manage to get out:

"It was nice…"

It was nice! Come on Abby! You can do better than that! Nice? It was more than nice! But he just asks:

"Nice?"

Oh my God… he doesn't think it was nice! Now I want to die, please let me die!

"Yeah, wasn't it?"

And now he says:

"No… Yeah, of course"

Oh thanks God! I thought he was going to say it wasn't…

"but?" I have to ask… there is something not right here and I really need to know.

"What?" He asks in reply.

"I don't know…" And I'm looking at him trying to figure out what's going on here. He is getting more nervous and just stares at the floor again.

Why can't I find some words? I need to say something!

"I don't know, what do we do now?"

"Not sure…"

Is that his reply? I mean, come on! Give me a clue Luka, tell me if this is alright or not! I'm looking at him again and I know he wants to say something because he opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes out, so I just let him gather the words…

And then he says it:

"For a long time, even when we weren't connecting a lot, you've… you've been the one person I can count on…"

Well, that makes sense... so I nod while I add:

"I felt like that too"

"And that friendship means a lot to me…"

Oh no… don't go there, because that's much worse than last night not being nice… I have to say something… so

"Me too" Me too? And then he's staring at me… "So?" I'm kind of angry now, because he isn't saying anything and because I thought there was something else here. Let's just end this… "Maybe we just leave it at that then..."

He is looking at me and I know he wants an explanation, but he says:

"I don't know, I don't want to lose that… but if that is what you… I mean is that… if that's what's best…"

I have to cut him here…

"So that's what we just saying is that, we just stay friends?"

Please say no! Please say no! And then I feel my heart break when he nods.

"Need a lift?"

A lift! No, I need to die! Why did I agree to this?

"No, I have some stuff I need to finish inside"

"Night" he says.

"See you" and as I start walking I almost bump into him.

I need to sit down! I'm walking back to the ER and I all I can think of is that I made a huge mistake. I turn around to tell him but he is walking and doesn't seem to want to stop. So maybe this is it… just a one night stand and we are back to normal. Well, will everything be normal now? And what's normal? I turn around again to face the ER and keep on walking.