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Post by zelda on Sept 28, 2006 6:42:24 GMT 10
Larue, c'est un délice!!! What a TREAT: Mark ( big nostalgic sigh , Lucy ( huge nostalgic sigh! , Malucci ( no sigh ), and .... Carol! I didn't remember how much Carol was bitchy with Abby: kinda..." Don't even think of touching the tall, handsome foreign doctor, he belongs to me..." ! I hadn't noticed she was so jealous at the time! And now.... here comes Luka.
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Post by larue on Sept 28, 2006 9:31:04 GMT 10
Dialog borrowed from Season 7's episodes 'Homecoming' and 'Mars Attacks'.
Abby stood in the doorway to the trauma room dumbfounded as she stared after Kerry Weaver.
‘Your clerkship has been revoked by the registrar...late tuition notice...you are no longer insured to see patients...” she’d said. ” “Turn your ID and lab coat in to Frank and leave.” Her temper boiling inside, Abby turned on her heel and stalked angrily through the busy corridor toward triage waiting room She jerked her lab coat off and threw it at the admit desk.
“Hey, what’s that for?” Frank cried as the coat hit him in the chest. Wordlessly, Abby headed toward the doors and bumped into Luka Kovac.
“Whoa,” he said as he stopped. ‘Whoa!”
“Sorry,” she said without looking at him. “Sorry...”
“Abby, wait...” he said. “What’s wrong? Abby?” She ignored him and strode through the ambulance bay toward the street. Where could he possibly be? Hands on her hips, Abby looked up and down the street with her mind racing. His office? Probably not. Too late in the afternoon. She wouldn’t have the vaguest clue where to find him at Northwestern. No, she would go back to her apartment and get her car. He was a creature of habit. She was bound to find him someplace familiar.
She found him at the driving range. He was lining up his club to hit a ball when she strode up behind him and shoved him.
‘You selfish son of a bitch,” she cried. Richard was caught by surprise but turned and smiled a little when he saw her.
“Well, hello, Abby,” he said.
“Is this fun for you or something?” she cried. “Or is it like an addiction? Do you wake up every morning and think ‘how can I screw Abby today?” Richard shook his head incredulously.
“Okay, what’s the problem?
“I just lost three months of med school - three months I can not make up!” she screeched. “THREE months! And that puts me exactly one year behind in my residency.”
“This is about your tuition...” he said calmly and pulled a ball closer with his club.
“Yes, it’s about my tution,” she cried as she kicked the golf ball away from him.
“Calm down...I was going to call you. The IRS disallowed our home office deduction and they were going to hit us with a huge penalty...” She wasn’t listening to him.
“I don’t want to hear one more lie or lame excuse out of your arrogant... condescending...mouth! This was important to me and you knew it and you ruined it!” She kicked his bucket of balls and they bounced all over the tee off block.
“Could you be just a little more dramatic?” Richard sighed heavily.
“I put you through med school and you were supposed to put me through med school!”
“You didn’t put me through med school,” he said as he picked the balls up off the artificial green. “My student loans put me through med school...”
‘I fed, clothed and sheltered you...” Her eyes rolled impatiently.
“...along with the loan for the house and your condo, two cars...” he was saying.
“And don’t forget the apartment for the whore,” she said. “Because I assume that you are cheating on the whore with another whore?”
“All right...just stop it.” He straightened and looked around to see who was standing near.
“No,” she said. ‘You stop it!”
“I didn’t make you unhappy and depressed and miserable,” he said quietly. ‘You did that all by yourself.”
“Screw you, Richard”
“Right! Screw me...’
“Screw you!” Abby took his expensive clubs out of his expensive golf bag and threw them onto the green.
“You were the one who decided that you wanted more...”
“You cheating...spineless...spiteful ass...”
“You decided that you wanted to change your life... Are you done?”
“‘No!” she cried. “You are in violation of our divorce agreement. I’m hiring a lawyer and I am getting my tuition money.” She turned and stalked away.
“Oh..great!” Richard hollered after her. “Oh Abby! Why don’t you do me a favor and take it all? Take the debt with you!”
“Shut up...jag off,” she muttered as she strode to her car. She sat fuming in her car and watched as he gathered up his clubs and put them back into the bag. What was she going to do now? She glanced at her watch. Too late to call anyone but she was going to have to get back on the roster to take regular shifts at the hospital again. She was going to be needing the money soon.
Back at her apartment, Abby took a long soak in bathtub and tried to put the day out of her mind. The day? How about the last six months? She had loved her work. Loved being a med student. Loved the people she encountered...patients and personnel. Dr. Greene was her mentor. Luka Kovac, a friend. Sweet and helpful. And caring. She'd helped him work on a dead elderly patient for a little while so the husband wouldn't blame himself for not getting her to the hospital faster. There had been some horrible days...wonderful friends...testy situations. The stabbings. She had lost a friend when Lucy Knight died. Probably the very worst of it, though, was John Carter. Turning him in for using the drugs intended for patient care. She had agonized over that. And now everything that she loved, everything she had worked so hard for, was gone. Thanks to Richard.
She got out of the tub and wrapped herself in her warm chenille bathrobe and dried her hair. She wandered out into the livingroom and sat on the couch to go through her mail. Bills...bills...and more bills. She stopped for a moment and looked pensively at the heavy cream envelope that she had moved to the top. There was no return address. She knew what was inside. She had three more just like it stashed in her table drawer. They came pretty regularly...at the beginning of every other month. Five hundred dollars. One bill. No note. Abby hadn’t spent the money because she fully intended to return it. She wasn’t sure how to do it without hurting Richard’s mother. She knew that Jacqueline saw it as the only way she could help her. Maybe make herself feel better about what Richard had done? Abby opened the envelope and fingered the crisp $500 dollar bill inside. So now she had two thousand dollars. Would that pay a lawyer’s fees? She put the money back into the envelope and opened the drawer in the end table next to her. She lifted the papers inside and slid the envelope to the bottom of the pile with the others like it. She shut the drawer and then sighed heavily as she looked out the window at the rapidly darkening sky. She reached for one of the medical journals on the table. Might as well make good use of this time off.
It was three days before she was able to get back on the OB nurses’ rotation schedule. She hadn’t been there for 20 minutes when she took a page from the ER. She went looking for Dr. Weaver and found her in a supply room.
“Dr. Weaver, “ she asked. “Did you page me?” Kerry Weaver smiled and handed her two glass blood receptacles.
“Yes...Abby!” she said. “I need those in exam room four.” Abby was confused.
“Why am I here?”
“We’re short nurses,” Kerry said.
“I’m an OB nurse,” she responded.
“Are you planning on going back to med school?” Kerry asked as she led Abby down the corridor.
“Yes...but...”
“You might as well work down here in the ER” she said. “You’ll see more medicine down here as a nurse than you will upstairs.”
“But...” Abby shifted the glass bottles in her hands and stopped walking when Kerry turned around.
“I am offering you a learning opportunity that will put you way a head when you come back as a student,” she said impatiently. Abby blinked as Dr. Weaver turned and walked away.
“Which is only going to take me about two more years...” Abby sighed heavily.
“It’s really not so bad down here, Abby,” Dr. Kovac said as he looked up from the charts he was reviewing. Abby grimaced.
“Oh, yeah?” she chortled. “Compared to what?” He shrugged and she shook her head.
What a shift. Someone who had tried plastic surgery with kitchen shears to create Dr. Spock ears. A biter...who bit her. Massive numbers of casualties - in costume - from the Sci Fi convention center after a stage collapse. She was helping Dr. Kovac by reluctantly sewing in a chest tube - a med student responsibility - when Dr. Weaver stepped into the trauma room. She’d taken the brunt of that exchange. Four Japanese businessmen who’d over done it a bit at a contaminated buffet. She was all over the place. Abby this and Abby that. “Abby can you”...and “Abby will you”...
She headed out to the ambulance bay for a much needed break and found Luka Kovac sitting on the bench. He looked up and smiled when he saw her.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey...” He slid over on the bench and made room for her.
“You’re pretty popular today, eh?” Abby shook her head and settled on the bench next to him.
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “What’s that all about?” She took her stethoscope from around her neck and laid it across her knees. They both looked up at the sky for a second.
“I’m everybody’s favorite nurse, “ she said. “But that’s the problem because as a med student I screwed up everything. Even things I could do with my eyes closed.” She crossed her legs and shook her head slightly. Luka grinned and sighed.
“I think it’s all up here,” he said as he tapped his forehead. He looked at her for a moment and then tapped her crossed knee with his fist.
“You are a good nurse, Abby,” he said. “But you would be a great doctor. It just takes a little...confidence.” He held up his pinched fingers and smiled. She was looking at him as he spoke and getting more and more lost in those eyes. Darkly lashed and twinkling. Long dimples flashed in his cheeks as he spoke. She leaned forward and impulsively and quickly kissed his lips. Her eyes widened when she realized what she had done. Luka grinned shyly and looked down at his feet.
“Oh, my god...um...I’m sorry,” she chuckled. Luka smiled and nodded.
“I think I’d better get back.” Her face reddened with embarrassment as she stood up. She was almost glad to hear Chuny call her name.
“Uh...yeah,” she said as she spun around.
“You have a code brown on Mr. Pozoni,” Chuny said.
“Again?” Abby turned back and looked...everywhere except at him. “How much can a guy eat? Uh...I gotta go.” She looked at him at last and laughed as she waved and went back inside.
“Talk to you later...”
“Bye,” he said.
“Bye,” she laughed.
Sheesh, Abby...what did you do? She was chastising herself for the rest of the shift. She felt like she was fourteen. She would never be able to work with him again. Or in the same room with him. Or next to him. Her entire body burned with embarrassment whenever she thought about what she had done. And he was just being so sweet. So caring. So...so...hot.
Sheesh.
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Post by abigailangel on Sept 28, 2006 9:39:29 GMT 10
:'(I have been glued to every part of this fic. You should write for ER for real. They are brilliant
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Julianna (juscully)
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"I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.? Audrey Hepburn
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Post by Julianna (juscully) on Sept 28, 2006 11:43:13 GMT 10
ha!! i love love love that scene!!! their faces after abby kisses luka are priceless!!!!! great job!!!
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Post by Cornflake Girl on Sept 28, 2006 20:30:44 GMT 10
Sheesh indeed! LOL I love it when Abby kisses him implusivly in Mars Attacks, the look on her face cracks me up! I am totally loving what you are doing here Larue, it is brilliant...
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Post by Andie on Sept 28, 2006 22:38:41 GMT 10
That was so sweet and funny!!! I'm loving Richard's mother...she is so great!!! Loving it!!!
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Post by lubyfan on Sept 29, 2006 5:28:15 GMT 10
Love it!
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Post by lubylove on Sept 29, 2006 5:43:02 GMT 10
Hey I love your fic! I Love how you started it with the Richard stuff, I always wondered what her life was like with him...I always imagined it wasn't good, but I never thought he would hit her, like other fics have portrayed him.
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Post by Little Amy on Sept 30, 2006 6:44:43 GMT 10
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Post by zelda on Sept 30, 2006 8:19:04 GMT 10
Larue, In the ambulance bay, I felt exactly like Abby....being 14 again. This scene is so vivid for me, I am smiling nicely to my computer. ( please put me in a nuthouse!)!
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Post by jadestar on Oct 2, 2006 21:42:48 GMT 10
hey Larue - I just wanted to say thank you for writing this wonderful fic... just found it again this morning - I didn't know it was removed... it's exactly like the other girls say - I'm glued to my computer - crying and smiling and laughing while reading your updates!!! you have a vivid way of describing Abby's reactions and emotions - it is simply GREAT
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yeah...i'd do him
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Post by stephanie on Oct 3, 2006 3:31:34 GMT 10
love this fic!! update soon!
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Post by larue on Oct 3, 2006 12:51:05 GMT 10
Not sure that I like this chapter. Did I cover too much time too fast??
Abby came awake slowly and frowned as her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light and she took in her surroundings. It wasn’t immediately familiar. She wasn’t in her own bed. She shifted carefully in the warm covers and glanced down at the man’s hand that rested on the curve of her waist on top of them. She closed her eyes then and swallowed. She was at Luka’s. She was in his bed at the hotel. Suddenly it all came flooding back. Their first date. Teasing over the foosball table at the bar. The walk through the chill night air at the Navy Pier. The mugger. Luka losing his carefully contained anger as the teenager waved the stick at her and tried to take her purse. Standing terrified together at the door of the trauma room as Carter and Dr. Corday struggled in a futile attempt to save the kid’s life. Talking to the police. Worrying about where Luka was all during the next day. Confronting him in the ambulance bay and begging him to talk to her. Standing in front of him in his room last night and telling him he didn’t need to talk. His sad and tortured eyes searching her’s. His weary head resting against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. His fingers on her face...on her neck...gently caressing. His lips on her’s. Her jacket sliding from her shoulders. Two lost and lonely souls merging together. But that was last night.
Abby carefully eased herself from under the covers and his hand. She found her slacks, sweater and jacket and slipped them back on. She found her way to the door and glanced back to see him sprawled on the bed, sleeping deeply. She pressed her lips together in a slight smile and closed the door behind her. She took a cab from the hotel to her apartment and showered and changed before going into work. She was busy all day in the triage ‘cage’ and didn’t see him when he came in for his afternoon shift. Honestly she was glad about that. She had never done anything like she had the night before. It was too soon. Not too mention too weird considering what they had gone through the day before. He had killed a man. Protecting her. Actually.... killed... a man. The thought was a bit frightening. She didn’t see him until she heading to get her things from her locker after she signed out at the end of her shift. He was working on a patient and waved her into the treatment room. “Where did you go this morning?” he asked as he was jotting notes on the patient’s clipboard. Abby eyed the sleeping drunk on the gurney warily and then shrugged.
“I had to go home and change....brush my teeth....you know,” she said as her voice trailed off. Luka flashed her a half cocked smile.
“I’ll buy you a toothbrush so you don’t have to hurry away next time,” he said. Abby blushed and put her hands on her hips.
“You seem pretty confidant that there will be a.....next time,” she said. Luka’s eyes narrowed and he suppressed a grin. He signed the chart with a fluorish and set it on the end of the bed. “You don’t want there to be?” he asked as he folded his arms across his chest and looked down at her. “A...next time...I mean.” Abby’s cheeks reddened. She didn’t know whether to be angry or embarrassed. She looked up at him and caught the twinkle in his eye and had a hard time not returning the smile. He snickered and shrugged.
“I’ll buy my own toothbrush,” she said as she turned away. “I’m pretty particular about the kind and the color anyway. Have a good night.” Luka reached out and caught her hand.
“Thank you...” he said. “Won’t be as much fun as last night however.” Abby blushed and shook her head as she pulled her hand from his and headed toward the call room. She glanced back to see him watching her with a huge smile on his face. She laughed and shook her head as she waved.
And so that’s the way it was. They came together at work, spent time together, slept together and did it all again. It was...comfortable. They never talked. Not about things that mattered anyway. He knew she didn’t drink but he never asked why. She’d heard that he’d lost his family but she never asked how. Instead they just enjoyed the time they were together. She learned that Luka was a brooder. She never questioned his moods. He never questioned her’s. Not like Carter. They talked. He knew about the drinking. When Maggie showed up Carter had been there to listen when she wanted to talk. She’d been horrified. Maggie had been off her meds, rapidly cycling through that manic period that had forever terrorized her and chewing up Abby’s life along the way. She carmed everyone at work with bagels and coffee. She’d had a manic meltdown in the middle of a designer store. She’d had a melt down at the hospital. Screamed about being put in restraints. Disappeared from the hospital before a bed could be found for her. Like she had done many times before. Carter and Luka were both there...and in the end it was Luka that she’d gone home with. Luka had held her and then while he slept she’d gone into the bathroom to cry in private. He’d never known.
Sometimes she wished he would care enough to stake a claim on her. It was a conundrum actually. She wanted to be independent. She’d fought hard for that. And yet she wanted it to bother him when she chose not to be around him. She wanted him to care about it. Like the night Carter asked her to attend a Carter Family Fund raising function with him. Luka told her to go. Told her to have fun. And she did actually.
Carter had shown up in a tuxedo. He hadn’t told her it was a formal affair. She didn’t own a dress like that. He’d offered to buy her one. Then she dug deep in the recesses of her closet and found the dress she’d worn for her sister in law’s wedding. It wasn’t really the right color or style for her but it worked. They had even danced. Dinosaurs and dancing. She’d told him that she felt like she was back at her high school spring formal. He had laughed with her. And then Richard had appeared.
“Well, hello, Abby,” he said. ‘What are you doing here?” She studied the tux he was wearing. It was one that she had helped him select for a physician’s banquet two years ago. She shook her head as he stared pointedly at Carter.
“John Carter....” she said. “This is..... Richard.” Carter was polite and nodded.
“And what are you doing here?” she asked. She almost blushed under his careful scrutiny.
“I’m here with Alexis,” he said looking around and nodding. “She’s getting our drinks.” Abby glanced at the blonde he had indicated coming toward them.
“Ah....and is she old enough to drink?” Carter shifted uncomfortably next to her when she spoke. Richard shook his head and chuckled slightly.
“Shall we go in to dinner?” Carter asked as he offered his arm. Abby nodded.
“And where have I seen that dress before?” Richard smirked. “You haven’t,” Abby said quickly.
“Oh....I think I have,” he sighed thoughtfully. “Didn’t you wear that in my sister’s wedding?” Abby sighed flatly and smiled slightly.
“Always the gentleman, aren’t you, Richard?” Carter had pulled her away before she had a chance to say anything else. And then had been so patient when she insisted on cruising the parking lot in their limo looking for Richard’s car. When they found it, he became her reluctant ally as she let the air out of one of the tires. She’d slipped and bumped her head against Richard’s car which set off the alarm. Carter had picked her up and practically thrown her into the limo. They had laughed and then stopped to look at one another, breathing hard as the limo sped away. It had been fun. She hadn’t really told Luka about it. He never asked. But she knew that something unusual was happening with one of his patients.... a Catholic Bishop with lupus. Luka didn’t talk to her about him. But she knew. The night the Bishop died something was different. He was more....at peace somehow. She’d been in OB with Dr. Greene and Dr. Corday. Luka had been working at the site of a train crash. He’d come to check on Corday....kind of dazed. She found him later.... outside in the cold, looking up into the snowy branches of a tree. Looking for a forest. And the Bishop with lupus had died. They slept together that night. Snuggled close and exhausted. He’d wrapped his arms around her in his sleep and held her like he was never going to let her go. And the next morning it was back to the same as it was before. They saw each other at work. They spent time together. They slept together. And then did it all over again.
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Post by maggie on Oct 3, 2006 13:09:05 GMT 10
i loved that, larue. it was really beautiful. sad, yes, but so sweet at the same time. i look forward to more.
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Post by lubylove on Oct 3, 2006 13:30:54 GMT 10
I liked it too! I don't think u covered too much, you explained everything perfectly...well, I've seen season 7 so many times so, it just seems perfect to me, it all falls into place.
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