My 7th Fic - Yes, I'm BACK!!! 9title: Storm Keeper
Jun 21, 2006 8:16:00 GMT 10
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Post by lubbybaby on Jun 21, 2006 8:16:00 GMT 10
I'm back, believe it or not!, Aniway, this fic is set S11 right after the kidnaping.
The Storm Keeper :
S11 – Right after Abby’s kidnapping – Luka find himself worrying when she goes home.
“It is in the worse of storms that we find the best of sailors” – Brasilian writer (Duh, I can't remeber which one)
He paced back and forth in the darkness of his living room. He watched the streets outside, the few people who dared to venture outside on this cold dark night. Snow beginning to fall; he used to love nights like these, everything reminded him of his childhood. Standing by the window in the middle of the night, waiting impatiently for the darkness to leave and the little sun to show it was day, so he could run outside with his two brothers and start a snow fight. The darkness of his apartment in nights like these reminded him of his grandfather’s home in Germany, the only country he had ventured out to in his childhood. Germany, the land of his mother, his grandparents and his favorite uncle, the place where he was a child, where he won chocolates from strangers just for being cute, where there were stories of elves, witches, where there was magic, always and fear was far away.
But tonight, none of those memories seemed to matter, the magic of the snow was just not there, his mind seemed to wonder far from those memories and find their most recent memory, it’s most recent worry and disappointment in himself.
How could he not know? How could he have not worried more, how could he have let that happen? If they couldn’t be together, if their relationship was never the best, if he couldn’t’ tell her how he felt or even show her this, he always could protect her, he always had, and he had once promised to himself that he always would and he had failed to do even that.
His hand made its way on the table, where a pack of cigarettes lay opened, he took one, the 4th tonight, and with his hand covering the bright light from the match he light up the cigarette and began to suck on it for dear life, as if the fog and the poison that came from it, could wash the panic and the horror that had struck his being.
Suddenly a smile brightened on his face, he knew that out there in her apartment, she’d be doing the exact same thing at this very moment. Well, so why the hell was he here now? Grabbing his coat from the back of the door he walked outside feeling, as his mood seemed to lighten up a little.
Abby sucked on the poison for dear life, feeling as it filled her inside, consuming the emptiness she felt, relieving the pain that took over her chest. She watched the outside, a couple of teenagers were playing, completely drunk but so God dam happy about it, they chattered away, singing at times, laughing as they made their way through the streets. God, she wished she were a teenager again. But than again, dealing with her mother, taking care of Eric, wondering if she’d come home to a depressed mother or worse a dead one, no, better yet, she wished she were one of those teenagers, the one with the father who would scream, who’d be worrying right now, the one, whose mother would hold her hair back as she threw up for having way “Too” much fun.
Drawing circles on her window, Abby started thinking of the last time she had felt safe, the last time she had felt like nothing could harm her. Seemed like never in her life she had felt safe. Though as she thought that her fingers seemed to move on their own writing 4 letters on the cold window L – U – K – A.
Right, that was it, Luka, the only man that had really made her feel like nothing could harm her. Under his arms no storm could hit her, no avalanche could take her, no one could harm her in any way and as much as Carter might have tried to make her feel like that, as much as she forced herself to believe he could, he simply couldn’t. It was impossible, no other man, could feel so safe, God she wished he was here now. She wouldn’t be fearing every noise, she wouldn’t keep seeing the two boys faces before her, she wouldn’t be worrying they would come back, because Luka wouldn’t let it happen. Never.
God, Sam was lucky, Abby hoped she knew just how lucky she was and wouldn’t let him slip through her hands like she once had done. That is, if Sam was right for him, if she could give him all he deserved in life, because otherwise, if there was a chance, if she could make him happy, if they could … … … than she prayed to God that she’d fine her way back to him.
She was startled by the knock on the door and feared even her own shadow now. It couldn’t possibly be Neela, she was in the ER till morning and she had a key. So who could it… … … “Abby, it’s me, Luka” the soft voice came from the other side of the door.
“Luka?!” She quickly opened the door to find him standing before her with sweatpants, a black t-shirt, his overcoat and two plastic bags, which he proudly held high for her. She smiled at him, still unsure of what he was doing here, but more than happy that he was.
“Thought you could use some movies and MacDonald’s”
“Shouldn’t you be home with Sam?” She inquired with a questioning look. For her him being here meant the world, for him, she didn’t know. Just friendship.
“I got tired of screaming and shouting back and forward, please let me in, it’s freezing out here”
She stepped back and he walked in heading for her kitchen, dropping the bags on the coffee table in front of the Tv.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I feel?”
“That would be a stupid question, wouldn’t I, since you probably feel like you have no safety net”
Abby laughed at hat. “Smart answer”
“Thank you.”
“So, what you got over there?” She pointed a the movie bag and headed to take a seat on her couch.
“Well, I figured since it’s about making you feel better I’d rent every crap you love.”
“Crap?”
“Gilmore Girls Season, 1, 2 , 3 and four. Friends – all seasons by the way, Desperate Housewives because I just never understood that show and “The nanny” because you told me you used to love that show.”
“Wow, so, how much did you spend at this? And by the way, Friends was always your thing.”
“You made me watch it, remember?!”
“Right, one episode, and you became addicted to the show”
“So, which one do you want first?”
“Let’s start with Desperate housewives because it’s only one season. … … Luka?”
“Yes?” He said as he took plates, ketchup and towel papers from the kitchen.
“If it’s a problem between you and Sam… … …”
“Abby, there is no problem. Now come on, the burgers are getting cold”
“Ok”
The Storm Keeper :
S11 – Right after Abby’s kidnapping – Luka find himself worrying when she goes home.
“It is in the worse of storms that we find the best of sailors” – Brasilian writer (Duh, I can't remeber which one)
He paced back and forth in the darkness of his living room. He watched the streets outside, the few people who dared to venture outside on this cold dark night. Snow beginning to fall; he used to love nights like these, everything reminded him of his childhood. Standing by the window in the middle of the night, waiting impatiently for the darkness to leave and the little sun to show it was day, so he could run outside with his two brothers and start a snow fight. The darkness of his apartment in nights like these reminded him of his grandfather’s home in Germany, the only country he had ventured out to in his childhood. Germany, the land of his mother, his grandparents and his favorite uncle, the place where he was a child, where he won chocolates from strangers just for being cute, where there were stories of elves, witches, where there was magic, always and fear was far away.
But tonight, none of those memories seemed to matter, the magic of the snow was just not there, his mind seemed to wonder far from those memories and find their most recent memory, it’s most recent worry and disappointment in himself.
How could he not know? How could he have not worried more, how could he have let that happen? If they couldn’t be together, if their relationship was never the best, if he couldn’t’ tell her how he felt or even show her this, he always could protect her, he always had, and he had once promised to himself that he always would and he had failed to do even that.
His hand made its way on the table, where a pack of cigarettes lay opened, he took one, the 4th tonight, and with his hand covering the bright light from the match he light up the cigarette and began to suck on it for dear life, as if the fog and the poison that came from it, could wash the panic and the horror that had struck his being.
Suddenly a smile brightened on his face, he knew that out there in her apartment, she’d be doing the exact same thing at this very moment. Well, so why the hell was he here now? Grabbing his coat from the back of the door he walked outside feeling, as his mood seemed to lighten up a little.
Abby sucked on the poison for dear life, feeling as it filled her inside, consuming the emptiness she felt, relieving the pain that took over her chest. She watched the outside, a couple of teenagers were playing, completely drunk but so God dam happy about it, they chattered away, singing at times, laughing as they made their way through the streets. God, she wished she were a teenager again. But than again, dealing with her mother, taking care of Eric, wondering if she’d come home to a depressed mother or worse a dead one, no, better yet, she wished she were one of those teenagers, the one with the father who would scream, who’d be worrying right now, the one, whose mother would hold her hair back as she threw up for having way “Too” much fun.
Drawing circles on her window, Abby started thinking of the last time she had felt safe, the last time she had felt like nothing could harm her. Seemed like never in her life she had felt safe. Though as she thought that her fingers seemed to move on their own writing 4 letters on the cold window L – U – K – A.
Right, that was it, Luka, the only man that had really made her feel like nothing could harm her. Under his arms no storm could hit her, no avalanche could take her, no one could harm her in any way and as much as Carter might have tried to make her feel like that, as much as she forced herself to believe he could, he simply couldn’t. It was impossible, no other man, could feel so safe, God she wished he was here now. She wouldn’t be fearing every noise, she wouldn’t keep seeing the two boys faces before her, she wouldn’t be worrying they would come back, because Luka wouldn’t let it happen. Never.
God, Sam was lucky, Abby hoped she knew just how lucky she was and wouldn’t let him slip through her hands like she once had done. That is, if Sam was right for him, if she could give him all he deserved in life, because otherwise, if there was a chance, if she could make him happy, if they could … … … than she prayed to God that she’d fine her way back to him.
She was startled by the knock on the door and feared even her own shadow now. It couldn’t possibly be Neela, she was in the ER till morning and she had a key. So who could it… … … “Abby, it’s me, Luka” the soft voice came from the other side of the door.
“Luka?!” She quickly opened the door to find him standing before her with sweatpants, a black t-shirt, his overcoat and two plastic bags, which he proudly held high for her. She smiled at him, still unsure of what he was doing here, but more than happy that he was.
“Thought you could use some movies and MacDonald’s”
“Shouldn’t you be home with Sam?” She inquired with a questioning look. For her him being here meant the world, for him, she didn’t know. Just friendship.
“I got tired of screaming and shouting back and forward, please let me in, it’s freezing out here”
She stepped back and he walked in heading for her kitchen, dropping the bags on the coffee table in front of the Tv.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I feel?”
“That would be a stupid question, wouldn’t I, since you probably feel like you have no safety net”
Abby laughed at hat. “Smart answer”
“Thank you.”
“So, what you got over there?” She pointed a the movie bag and headed to take a seat on her couch.
“Well, I figured since it’s about making you feel better I’d rent every crap you love.”
“Crap?”
“Gilmore Girls Season, 1, 2 , 3 and four. Friends – all seasons by the way, Desperate Housewives because I just never understood that show and “The nanny” because you told me you used to love that show.”
“Wow, so, how much did you spend at this? And by the way, Friends was always your thing.”
“You made me watch it, remember?!”
“Right, one episode, and you became addicted to the show”
“So, which one do you want first?”
“Let’s start with Desperate housewives because it’s only one season. … … Luka?”
“Yes?” He said as he took plates, ketchup and towel papers from the kitchen.
“If it’s a problem between you and Sam… … …”
“Abby, there is no problem. Now come on, the burgers are getting cold”
“Ok”