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Post by Cornflake Girl on Oct 3, 2006 19:01:42 GMT 10
You definatly didn't cram in too much, you really did sum up their season seven relationship...it was more about comfort and familarity than love which is sad.
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Post by jadestar on Oct 4, 2006 1:34:36 GMT 10
Larue, you didn't cover too much time - and you described Abby's and Luka's relationship perfectly the way it was - it was sad but beautiful written
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Post by Little Amy on Oct 4, 2006 2:24:57 GMT 10
I think you described exactly how was LubyI and why it didn't work... They were two broken souls that were together just to try to run away from their misery... they broke up because BOTH had to forget about their "ghosts" or they would keep blaming each other for things they were causing to themselves... BUT LubyII proves that: "You never really stop loving someone... You just learn to try to live without them."
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Post by Andie on Oct 4, 2006 2:39:07 GMT 10
I totally loved the way tyou described Abby and Luka's relationship...and what it meant for Abby!!! But I'm glad that you're also putting in the picture her relationship with Carter and how it was important for her at the time...I know that maybe this is sounding a little too carbysh...hehehe... but I think that relationship was really important to get her to where she is now!!!
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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 Oct 4, 2006 3:56:19 GMT 10
i agree, it was great! their relationship in season 7 bothered me a lot, the way luka didnt care much for abby, not like he should... letting her go out with carter, not worrying about her when the exam room exploded and carter was all worried about her. I think thats one of the reasons that when carby started i actually liked them, before carter became a selfish jerk....lol yesterday i was watching Secrets and Lies (one of my favorite episodes ever), then Luka and Abby werent together anymore and Luka seemed to care more about her than when they were together while carter was totally immature to catch abbys attention... lol anyway i loved that chapter and i love how luby has changed and matured!
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Post by larue on Oct 4, 2006 8:27:25 GMT 10
Aw...thank you for the great reviews. I was beginning to feel like this one was winding down but you have given it new life.
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Post by Little Amy on Oct 5, 2006 2:08:06 GMT 10
I'm glad we did cause I wanna an update!!!
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Post by stephanie on Oct 6, 2006 3:45:43 GMT 10
i'm really liking this fic! the dialog between the two is truely brilliant! your a very tallented writer! keep it up!
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Post by erfan228 on Oct 10, 2006 7:40:05 GMT 10
This fic is great! Can't wait for more!
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Post by larue on Oct 11, 2006 13:28:24 GMT 10
“Richard, is she answering the door?” Abby asked imaptiently. “Is she answering the door?” Richard glanced around the empty lounge uncomfortably and he reached into his pocket to pull out a card. The look n his face had changed. He looked as if were truely sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
“You really need to talk to this guy,” he said quietly as he handed it to her. “I’m sorry, Abby.” She turned the card over and over in her fingers for a few minutes even after she heard the lounge door close behind him.
It was happening again. Maggie had ‘gone off the reservation’ he had said. Abby didn’t know if she should scream in frustration or cry. And she was livid to have found him chatting so amicably with Luka. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Richard was yesterday and Luka was today. Two very separate pieces of her life brought together by....Maggie. She sighed heavily and looked at the name and number on Richard’s note. Oklahoma. Again. Abby shook her head. She knew what was going to happen. She knew exactly what was going to be said.
Eight hundred dollars this time. Eight hundred dollars. Where was she going to get that? And the cost of a plane ticket. And the car rental for the drive back? Luka had it. He offered it to her, right before he said they could find a treatment center in Oklahoma....for her to wait until Maggie was on medication to see her. But Abby couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let strangers find her. Not in the condition that she knew she was in. No. She had to go to Oklahoma and bring her back to Chicago. Carter understood. He managed to find two seats on a flight to Tulsa. They drove to the motel.
It was exactly as it happened before. Maggie was in the grip of a major depressive meltdown. The motel room was filthy with several week’s worth of dirty clothes and half empty food containers with spoiling food. Carter did everything he could to help. He paid the motel bill and a little extra because of the mess. He brought food and carried Maggie out to the car when she refused to leave.
Once Abby knew her mother was safe and taking the medication she had brought along, driving back to Chicago was almost enjoyable. She and Carter talked and laughed and playfully argued over which radio station to listen to. Abby didn’t really pay attention to how deeply her mother was sleeping in the back seat of the car. Until they reached her apartment building. Then she couldn’t wake Maggie up. They had both jumped into panic mode and Carter tore off toward the hospital with Abby in the back seat protecting her mother’s airway.
The ER sprang into well honed action when the car careened into the ambulance bay. Abby was surrounded by competent, caring friends who worked to stabilize Maggie. She didn’t see or notice them at all. All she could see was her mother, as close to death as anyone she had ever seen in that ER, on the bed in front of her. All the other times...all the moments when she had been afraid and frustrated....seemed to pale in comparison to seeing her mother dying...at last. How many times had she wished for that to happen? How many times had she wished for Maggie to disappear from her life forever? And now that such a moment was actually at hand, she was fighting for it not to happen. Terrified that it might. As she stood in the elevator next to Maggie’s gurney when they were headed upstairs to the psych ward, her brown eyes flickered from one face to the other - Luka and Carter - standing at the elevator doors. They had fought so hard. Not for Maggie...but for her. She knew that. And now she couldn’t stand the sight of either of them. They had both taken a peek into her very soul that night. It was a place she had never allowed anyone to enter. She was glad when the elevator doors slid shut and she could concentrate on the same pathway she had taken with her mother before.....alone.
He brought her a cup of coffee as she sat outside her mother’s hospital room. She shook her head and pulled the blanket closer around her. He tossed the cup into the garbage and sat next to her on the hard leather bench.
“They extubate her yet?” he asked. She nodded.
“She came off the drugs and started fighting the tube.”
“Did you get a hold?” Abby nodded again.
“Ninety days,” she said. “Legaspi saw her.” She sighed.
“I should have listened to you,” she said softly.
“It’s going to be okay, Abby” he said.
“It’s never going to be okay,” she replied flatly. Luka glanced over and frowned slightly. He hesitated and then reached over to pat her hand. He threaded her fingers through his and held on tightly.
“Let me take you home,” he said softly. She turned to look in the window where her mother was lying in bed.
“I think I should stay in case....” Luka shook his head.
“She’ll sleep through the night,” he said. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” Luka stood up and gently pulled her to her feet. He adjusted the hospital blanket around her shoulders and took her hand in his again. Abby looked up at him unsmiling and squeezed his hand. Luka nodded carefully and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
He took her home and fixed a pot of tea while she’d gotten ready for bed. He’d tucked her in as if she were a child again and then slept on her couch. She found him there the next morning, covered with the hospital blanket with his long legs hanging over the end of the couch. He looked so utterly ridiculous and so very, very sweet.
Maggie fought the psych hold and won. Abby had testified at the mockery of a hearing. ‘Maggie on her meds’ could convince anyone of anything.....even that she had taken thirty six sleeping pills by ‘accident’. Luka sat with her in the courtroom, held her hand, encouraged her to talk to her mother and in the end protected her right to vent frustration at the court’s decision to release Maggie again. Luka had shared that with her. But she had gone alone to take Maggie’s things to her as she was being released from the psych ward.
She said she was going to a shelter. She knew better than to expect Abby to take her in. Abby kept a tight rein on her emotions as she said good bye....until the next time. Maybe there won’t be a next time, Maggie had said. That had been the last straw. Abby knew there would be and told her so. All of the rage and frustration that had been building up came pouring out. The next time, she would be there and again and would try to stop her again. Because she loved her. Crazy as it all was, Abby knew that she loved her.
“I love you, Mom,” Abby said and turned to walk away. She went home in a daze. That realization was difficult to deal with. She loved her mother. All of her life Maggie had been a problem to be dealt with. Even when she was a little girl and was being tossed between fun Maggie and morose Maggie without understanding what was happening, she’d loved her. When she was a teenager and knew what was going on, that her life was different from that of her friends, that she had made different decisions than they did, she’d loved her. Maggie was all she had. She thought about the scene she had part of in the psych ward as she soaked in a hot, hot tub of water....wanting to forget the entire day. How could Maggie even think that it might not happen again? How could she handle this on her own? “Abby?” Luka tapped lightly on the bathroom door. “Are you all right in there?” She sighed heavily and slid completely under the water...away from everything.
When the water had cooled and she was sufficiently relaxed she stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in her thick bathrobe. She tied the belt around her waist and stopped as she opened the door. The table was beautifully set for two. China and silverware gleamed against the white table cloth. Candles were burning in a candelabra in the center of the table. It was something she and Richard had gotten from a distant relative for a wedding present. They never used it and Abby didn’t know why she had even kept it. Now, she knew she would never part with it. Luka sidled up close to her with a folded cloth napkin in his hands and she looked up at him with a sly smile.
“Have you been watching Martha Stewart again?” she asked. He grinned and nodded. She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him.
“Thank you for being there,” she sighed. “And for being.....here.” Luka held her close for a long moment and Abby savored the feeling of his heart beating against her ear. She lifted her head as the knock came from the door.
“Is that the food?” she asked. Luka shrugged.
“What food?” he said. “I’m cooking it myself.” She chuckled because she knew the contents of her cupboards and refrigerator. He would be making macaroni and cheese from a box most likely.
“If you ordered from that Thai place around the corner again.....” She laughed as she opened the door. Her smile faded as she turned and saw her mother standing at the door.
“Abby...who is it?” Luka called from the kitchen. Maggie’s eyes shifted to the candles on the table and the robe Abby was wearing.
“Mom.....” Abby whispered as her eyes closed briefly.
“I....didn’t know where else to go,” Maggie said. “I wanted.... to see you again. Make sure that you were okay. I can come back another time.” Abby leaned against the door, not really knowing what to say.
“Abby...” Luka said again as he came out of the kitchen. His smile faded a bit when he saw Maggie at the door. He glanced at Abby and then back at her mother.
“You’re just in time for dinner,” he said. “Come. I’ll set another place....and open another box if we need to. She has four more in her cupboard but not much of anything else.” He held up the blue box of macaroni and cheese and grinned sheepishly. Maggie chuckled.
“That always was her favorite.....” Maggie said softly and turned her eyes back to Abby. Abby sighed and tipped her head inward and Maggie smiled. Abbie closed the door behind her and leaned against it as she watched Luka set another place at the table as he talked with Maggie.
“Ketchup...right, Abby?” Maggie said as she glanced back at her warily.
“Oh...no.....not on this too?” Luka groaned. “I have just gotten used to seeing her put it on the eggs!” Maggie laughed as she put the silverware at the place he’d set. Abby suppressed a smile, sighed and headed toward the table. Luka held out her chair for her to sit and hurried to hold Maggie’s chair out for her. Maggie turned to Abby and nodded her head approvingly as Luka went into the kitchen for their dinner. Abby chuckled and shook her head.
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Post by Little Amy on Oct 11, 2006 18:38:15 GMT 10
ohh my this looks like a real ER episode
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Post by larue on Oct 11, 2006 19:27:34 GMT 10
Oops...sorry.....forgot to add the disclaimer. It sort of was. I borrowed some things from 'Sailing Away' and 'Fear of Commitment' from Season 7.
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Post by Andie on Oct 11, 2006 22:27:02 GMT 10
Totally amazing!!! I was really missing this fic...and it was great coz I watched Fear of Commitment again yesterday so everything was still fresh on my mind, and I always wondered what had happened after Maggie appeared on Abby's door!!! Please update ASAP!!!
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Julianna (juscully)
Duchess of Luby
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Post by Julianna (juscully) on Oct 12, 2006 2:54:45 GMT 10
awesome... made me wanna watch those episodes!!!!! love this! xoxo
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Post by luby2534 on Oct 13, 2006 19:18:04 GMT 10
I cant believe i missed this fanfic, dont visit the ER fanfic too much. I have just spent the last half hour catching up on this fantastic story.
I was that into it my full cup of tea went cold. Bloody Hell and Bollocks.
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