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Post by zelda on Jan 23, 2007 7:09:31 GMT 10
Hey, miss rollercoaster, I know you so well with your awesome cliffhangers! I can't say I REALLY wish you're gonna have insomnia problems tonight (noooooooooooo! ), but I'll be rushing to my comp tomorrow morning and really hope to find an ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY update!! Great form, Maggie, t'es de plus en plus géniale et ton style est de plus en plus harmonieux et maitrisé! I am gonna speak in french more and more, as I totally impressed by your level now! . Ask Jénanis or Real Dream!
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Post by daniella on Jan 23, 2007 7:36:14 GMT 10
Loved it... Good work, Maggie... Dani
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Post by Rach :) on Jan 23, 2007 7:49:46 GMT 10
MAGGIE !!!
im shaking in my jammies here!!!!
how could you leave me hanging!!
its like 21-guns all over again!!
please update
hurry!!!!
Rachel xox
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Post by Caffy on Jan 23, 2007 8:22:50 GMT 10
I haven't commented this I AM SUCH A E'JEET! Btw this is amazing and I love you and your fics and the way you make me stare at my computer screen like this: ;D In pure awe of your writing ability and my addiction to this fic. Even the name is awesome. I'm sorry maggie but I am ACTUALLY going to have to marry you
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Post by megan on Jan 23, 2007 10:52:25 GMT 10
wtf man wtf?
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Post by Real Dream on Jan 23, 2007 10:53:58 GMT 10
I already posted on ff.net but I can't help me...YOU HAVE TO UPDATE!!
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Post by rorygilmore on Jan 23, 2007 17:34:31 GMT 10
I'm gonna have to marry you too, maggie...and don't make me wait so long for a new update because if you, I'm gonna have to marry Maura...
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Post by strausser on Jan 23, 2007 17:49:10 GMT 10
my mouth practically dropped onto the floor at the end of the chapter - because i could not believe you decided to end there!!! maggie, update soon - or we are going to send a search party after you!
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Post by Melimelo on Jan 23, 2007 17:55:20 GMT 10
I am sitting here laughing with evil intent I have several theories on what you are up to Muggins and I know you will choose the right path
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Post by maggie on Jan 23, 2007 21:06:23 GMT 10
I am sitting here laughing with evil intent I have several theories on what you are up to Muggins and I know you will choose the right path i don't even know what you think i'm up to. really, i'm not THAT evil...okay, i mean i am, but only in real life, not in my stories. so, seriously, what do you think i'm up to? maybe yours is more creative than mine...
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Post by Melimelo on Jan 23, 2007 22:22:15 GMT 10
At first I thought you were going to throw a Carter spawned pregnancy in there ...but he's gone so I figure that's off. Then I thought you were going to give us a reason to get Abby drinking ....she seemed so down and all. Now I think you have her heading for a breakdown and Luka seems the only one cabable of saving her....but having her face her demons could put distance between them and we can't have distance because we have to have coffee ..right
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Post by zelda on Jan 24, 2007 6:28:33 GMT 10
I told you I wanted to help you improve your french! (which is fluent btw! )!! DONC, MISS MAGGIE, TU RAMENES TES FESSES POUR TA FANFIC....ET VITE!
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Post by hollygirl on Jan 24, 2007 7:36:33 GMT 10
I know you are there! and I think you need to update! right now!
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Post by luby2534 on Jan 24, 2007 7:40:27 GMT 10
Yeah come on Maggie.
Please 1 update before i go to bed.
I'll give you Karma !!
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Post by maggie on Jan 24, 2007 18:38:31 GMT 10
Chapter Five: Oblivion versus Reality
She was vaguely aware of disembodied voices calling her name and of bright lights as she swum in and out of consciousness. She had no idea how long it had been; minutes, hours, days, it was all the same. Everything was spinning, her head pounded, and her body felt like a dead weight. A shooting pain that she couldn’t identify was followed by a warm feeling...and then nothing.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking to clear her blurry vision. Everything hurt and she felt incomprehensibly weak. A face came into focus...dark hair...sharp features...strong jawline...a pair of eyes so intense they could burn a hole in her. She heard her voice as though it was foreign to her. “Luka?”
She could see the distress in his eyes as he looked at her and moved to sit gently on the edge of her bed. A cardboard cup of coffee was in his hand, and she couldn’t help breathing in the sweet aroma. Real coffee. Coffeeshop coffee. He’d gone to the Starbucks on the corner. “How are you feeling?”
She blinked a few more times, her body waking up slowly. “Like I got hit by a truck. Is that for me?” She eyed the cup.
He gave her a disapproving look. “No. It’s for me. If you’re thirsty, I’ll get you some juice.”
“Juice? Forget juice, you can’t bring good coffee in here and deny me. Give.” Her desire to reach for the cup was strong, but the sensation of dead weight where her arm appeared to reside deterred her. Lethargy rarely won out over the prospect of caffeine, but she’d make an exception. The IV in her arm seemed to nod its approval as she adjusted her arm. Her voice dropped. “So...I take it from the IV and the gurney that I passed out?” The momentary flicker of life in her eyes disappeared and the pale, drawn countenance returned. “What’s the diagnosis?”
Luka had known her long enough to see past her nonchalance. He sensed a despair there that he understood only too well. His voice was soft as he answered. “You collapsed from exhaustion. We gave you a sedative to knock you out for a few hours, and ran an IV to get your iron and electrolyte levels up.” He reached down and squeezed her hand gently, a concern and compassion he rarely showed to anyone implicit in the gesture. “You aren’t healthy. Your levels are pretty low, and you’re dehydrated.” It was a routine explanation he hated relaying to someone who knew better.
“Well...I guess it could be worse. Romano knows?” She sunk back into the pillow.
“And Weaver. You’re off the schedule for the next two weeks, and you can only be back on if your levels are normal.” He shook his head. “You really scared us.” His dark eyes were filled with more sadness than the situation warranted.
“Sorry.” She smiled wryly. “I’m not sure how this is supposed to help things, though. Being out of work is exactly what I can’t afford.” “I can help you out with the financial issues. I just want you to get healthy.” He silently congratulated himself on sounding so brilliantly corny.
“Luka...” She looked at him reproachfully.
“It’s just a loan. You can pay me back when you’re back on your feet.” He stood up and checked her drip, trying, and failing, to keep the building frustration from his voice. “I can’t believe Carter would just leave when you’re so sick. I’m going to have some words for him when he gets back.” His fists tightened, implying he would do more than just talk. Abby reached out and placed a hand over his balled fist.
“Luka, leave it. He didn’t know.” She sighed softly. Not that he’d have stayed if he had. He’d washed his hands clean of his failed charity experiment.
Luka shook his head and sunk into his seat. “I just don’t get it. What’s with him? He should’ve noticed. I did.” He gestured in an angry, animated fashion, his brows furrowed. He could strangle Carter for not taking care of her. He had a strong urge to fly to Africa for the sole purpose of leaving Carter with a black-and-blue reminder of gentlemanly behavior. He looked up to see Abby gazing at him levelly. She tried to lean up, and he moved to help her.
“Thanks.” She gave him a small, weak smile. “Look, I know you have this thing about chivalry, but I didn’t want Carter taking care of me. He spent enough time trying to fix me as it was.”
“You don’t need fixing.” Luka huffed a bit and noticed Abby raising one eyebrow as she watched him getting angry again. “Sorry, but the man frustrates me. His whole superiority complex, how you said he tried to change you all the time, the stupid act he’s always putting on...he should know a good thing when he sees it.” Perhaps multiple reminders would be more effective.
Abby felt a little shiver go up her spine. There was a protectiveness in his words that he’d never displayed when they were together, at least not emotionally. Physically, he’d been that way, but it was the first time she’d heard him really defend her. She couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. “You’re saying I’m a good thing?” She tried to pass it off as a joke, but a part of her needed to know if that had been his meaning. Wanted to know.
As if reading her thoughts, Luka’s face became serious. He bit at his thumbnail as he spoke, almost shyly. “Yes. I mean, of course you’re a good thing.” He sighed. “Just because it didn’t work out between us...I still care about you. I still want you to be happy.” Happy with him, preferably.
She dropped her eyes to the bedsheet. “Yeah, me too. I mean, for you.”
He forced a smile. “Well, I have to get back to work. Kerry put herself in charge of you, so you can’t escape until she signs off.” He made his way towards the doorway. “Hey, I’m off in a couple hours. I’ll give you a ride home.” There was no invitation in his voice, only insistence. He had dismissed her line about chivalry. He’d be damned if he was going to let her ride the El.
“Sure. Thanks.” She smiled as well and leaned back into the pillows, the sedatives once again carrying her into oblivion.
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