A/N: Hey, sorry it's been so long, but I'll try to update a bit more regularly now

Chapter Three

He couldn't sleep, had no desire to sleep; he'd only been awake for a few hours having slept through the night. Abby, though, was a different story, he didn't think that she would be waking up for a while. He felt like he could stay there all day, except he needed to move, and that meant getting up and walking around. The only problem was that him moving could disturb Abby, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He considered for a moment, studying Abby; her soft, steady, regular breathing, and decided that she was probably unlikely to wake up if he moved her. So, he carefully slipped out from underneath her and quietly left the room.

He guessed that she probably hadn't eaten properly, so he thought that he would be helpful and make her something to eat. He walked into the kitchen to discover that it was a mess, and he would have to clean up before he could start cooking anything. It was an easy enough job, so it didn't take him too long to complete, but he quickly found himself faced with another problem; an empty fridge!

'OK', he thought, 'so I'll have to go to get some ingredients. Abby shouldn't wake up for a while yet, so I should have time to go out and get back before she does'.

Assuming that Abby probably wouldn't be up before he got back, he picked up her keys from the counter so that he would be able to let himself back in when he got back. Quietly he left the apartment, locked the door behind him and headed for the nearest grocery store.

Whilst he was gone, Abby began to stir. She looked around the room, not recognising at first where she was; she felt disorientated and confused. However, she quickly realised that she was back in her own apartment, in her own bed, and this confused her even more because she couldn't remember how she had got there. The last thing that she remembered was having a huge argument with Carter in the Doctors' Lounge at work, and then crying in Luka's arms, so how did she get home?

Thinking that maybe she would find some answers elsewhere, she left her bedroom. She was alone; there was nobody else in the apartment, not that she had actually thought that anyone would be. Her throat felt dry, so she headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, and was really surprised to find it spotlessly clean. Now she was really confused, because she was sure that she had just thrown all of her pots in the sink and not cleaned any of the counters; she had been so pissed off with Carter the night before that she couldn't be bothered to do anything.

She looked on the counter, and found that her bag was there; so whoever had brought her home had brought her belongings back as well. As an afterthought she decided to check through her bag, to find that her keys were missing. 'Wait', she thought, 'that can't be right, why would they be missing?'

However, she didn't have much time to dwell on this thought as she heard her apartment door open. Not knowing what to expect, she rushed into the room and found herself face to face with Luka. He was carrying several bags of food, and held out her keys for her to take. She crossed the room and took the keys from him.

"What the hell has happened here?" She asked,

"You don't remember?" He replied,

"Well, the last thing I remember is arguing with Carter again, and then crying in your arms."

"You cried yourself to sleep, so I asked Neela to keep an eye on you and went to talk to Kerry. She gave you the rest of the day off, and told me to bring you home and make sure that you were ok. I brought you home and put you to bed. You woke up briefly, don't you remember, and asked me to stay with you, so I did. But I couldn't sleep, so I got up and cleaned the kitchen; I was going to cook you something, but then I found that you had no food in your fridge, so I left to get some groceries." He finished, holding up the bags of food.

"Thank you so much Luka, but you don't have to do that," She said

"But I want to," He replied, "And I haven't eaten yet anyway, so come on, lets rustle something up."

"OK," she replied, and helped him to carry the shopping bags into the kitchen.

Luka cooked for the two of them, and then they talked a bit whilst they were eating. Once they had finished, he took the plates to the sink, and he washed them as Abby dried. When they had completed that task, Luka said to Abby:

"How about we take that walk now?"

"Sounds good," She replied, since she felt that she needed to talk, and she knew that Luka would listen to her…

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