Summary: Kerry's identical twin sister, Karen, is in town and believes that Kerry should have a more active love life. In an attempt to help her sister, Karen starts a chain of events that lead to a series misunderstands, mix ups, and blunders...
Notes: Everything is pretty tame, a lot of stuff is left off screen, to you imagination, or insinuated. Also this isn't the first fanfic I've written, but it is the first ER fanfic I've ever tried. This is mostly dry humor, so don't freak too badly over the pairings.
Disclaimer: ER and all characters belong to NBC, Crichton, and the studios. I am only borrowing them for entertainment purposes.
Kerry walked into the lounge, glad that her shift was finally over; all she wanted was to go home and relax. Maybe she would curl up on the sofa with her favorite wine, take out, and a movie. Maybe spend a few hours soaking in a nice hot bath...
"So, Chief, how about we get together later and I'll show you just how much of a real man I am."
Kerry froze, not believing that he'd actually said that to her. Slowly turning her head to the man leaning against the lockers next to hers. "What did you say?"
Dave grinned knowingly. "Oh, I get it..." He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Don't want the others to know, I understand. Tell you what, I'll come by later and we'll discuss this in private..." He turned, strutting out of the lounge before she could answer.
She slammed her locker closed. She always knew that Malucci would snap one day, she just hadn't expected to be on the receiving end of it. Shaking her head, she limped out into the bitter icy night wind.
"Dr. Weaver..."
Kerry paused in the ambulance bay, staring at her car that was less than five feet away, sighing she glanced over at the dark figure of Dr. Kovac. "Yes, Luka?"
Luka shifted, looking nervous. "I was wondering if you'd like to go get a drink."
Kerry glanced at her car then back at him. "Why not? Hop in, I know a good bar close by."
John stared at himself in the mirror, carefully examining himself. He slid his hand over his cheeks, making sure that they were smooth, free of any stubble. His hair ever so meticulously washed and styled. Smoothing his sweater down, he readjusted the collar of his shirt.
He had to make sure everything was perfect, after all Kerry was an older, more mature woman. Not like the other women he was used to. They were just children, inexperienced, and immature. How he could have ever overlooked someone like Kerry for them was beyond him.
He tried to grin seductively in the mirror, but it came out boyish. Relaxing his facial muscles, he tried it again, this time looking more like a teenage Elvis on drugs. He rotated his shoulders and tried a more tender passionate 'come-to-me' look. Better. He nodded with approval; Kerry would never be able to resist him.
Walking quickly upstairs to the kitchen, he did a quick check. The table was perfectly set, tablecloth, candles, two single roses laid out by the fine china plates. The lights were dimmed leaving just enough light to cast shadows around the room. The stereo was playing Kerry's favorite CD softly. Her favorite foods sat warm inside the oven waiting for her. Opening the bottle of wine he'd bought especially for tonight, he filled their glasses.
The chime of the doorbell made him nearly drop the bottle. Setting it down, he started for the door trying to calm the nervous fluttering of his stomach. "Relax, she already said she wanted you. You, John Truman Carter. You have nothing to worry about... Just get through the next few minutes..."
He took a deep breath swinging the door open and...paused as Dave held out a bouquet of flowers. Malucci frowned, glancing past him.
John stepped into his line of view. "Can I help you with something?"
Dave grinned at him. "I'm here to see the Chief."
John felt a surge of jealousy. "She isn't here."
He started to close the door glaring at the annoying man as Dave stuck his foot in the door. "When will she be back?"
John thought quickly; if he told him the truth then he might spoil his plans. "She's not. She went to that new club over by the river."
Dave eyed, him then ran down the steps.
John shut the door quickly and went to the sofa to wait for Kerry.
Kerry wearily pushed the door open, thankful for that bottle of vodka she had shared with Luka. He had turned out to be not only funny but one of the kindest men she had ever known. His manners had been perfect, definitely a gentleman.
It was strange how well they seemed to get along, the she had with Jeanie. Which is why she knew they would probably end up as good friends, not that she wasn't tempted to try and take it further. It was just she wasn't sure she wanted to get into a relationship right now.
The soft drifts of music hit her as she entered the dark house. She could see the carefully-set table, even smell the rich sweet scent of dinner in the air. Shutting the door, her coat was taken from her by a very nicely dressed Carter.
"John what is all this?"
John smiled at her and kissed her hand tenderly. "I just wanted to show my appreciation for all that you've done for me."
Kerry smiled at him letting him guide her to the table. "John, you didn't have to do all this."
"Yes I did." The intensity behind his eyes silenced her from anymore protests. He lifted the covers from their plates, and sat them aside.
"Thank you."
John smiled, relaxing visibly as they began to eat; everything was going perfectly.
Dave entered the club searching the jam-packed building for the Chief; she had obviously known that he'd wanted to check this club out.
He pushed through the people towards the bright red head of hair that was bobbing around on the dance floor. Plastering a grin on his face, he danced up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
The red head spun around blinking with confused surprise.
"John told me you'd be here."
Karen relaxed, shrugging it off; she would worry about explanations later, tonight he was hers.
John stood up, taking her hand. "Dance with me."
Kerry gave him a nervous smile. "I can't dance, my leg..."
John pulled her to her feet. "Will be fine." He took her into his arms gently leading her to the music. Then, leaning his head down, he gently kissed her.
Kerry backed away from him staring at him. "John, what..."
John smiled at her, closing the distance between them. "I know..." He claimed her lips again, wrapping his arms around her.
Kerry placed her hands against his shoulders briefly, considering pushing him away. However, that little voice of reason in the back of her mind was drowned out by the louder voice of desire. Giving in to him, she slid her hands to the back of his neck. She would let this take its natural course, and worry about the consequences later.