Post by red17 on Mar 2, 2009 11:26:26 GMT 10
Here we go! This is my first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy! More to come. I'm hoping for feedback (be nice )
This is an alternate ending to “A Simple Twist of Fate,” after Brian assaulted Abby. It occurs in Season 8. I own none of the rights to these characters, etc., etc.
******
Luka paced the hospital hallway nervously, waiting for Susan to emerge from the trauma room. When she finally did, he reported to her that the radiologist had cleared the head CT they were waiting for and then hesitantly asked, “Was she...?”
“No, no, no. There was no sign of anything other than getting pummeled in the face,” Susan reassured him, and then immediately followed it up by asking, “Did they find this guy?”
No. But he would.
Jacket in hand, Luka lied that he still had unpacking to finish from his return trip home from Croatia the previous night and asked if Susan could handle the pass-ons. He then made his way for the door. He knew exactly where to find Brian. Earlier in the day, when Abby had brought her neighbor Joyce into the ER with a broken cheekbone, compliments of her husband Brian, Abby had tipped the police officers that Brian could usually be found at a bar called the Windbreaker. Luka briskly made his way to the corner of 4th and Ashland.
As Luka entered the bar, he stopped, clenched his teeth and mentally pictured Abby’s bruised and swollen face, her broken nose, and the blood that had covered the front of her bathrobe when he first saw her in the ER. The knowledge that Brian had barged into Abby’s apartment and assaulted her boiled his blood. His nostrils flared and he tried to contain the urge to kill the man responsible. His eyes scanned the bar and found their mark. His jaw flexed and he quickly walked toward the man he would gladly kill.
When he left the bar, Brian lay bleeding atop a pool table, sniveling that he truly loved his wife, that he never meant to hurt her, and swearing that he would never mess with Abby again. After Luka’s final punch, he had explained through clenched teeth that if Brian ever touched Abby again, he would kill him. And he had meant every word.
**
“Abby, you can stay with me tonight,” Susan offered as she finished up discharging Abby.
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to get a hotel or something,” Abby replied as she wiped tears from her black, swollen eyes.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Susan asked skeptically.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Abby faked a smile that she hoped reassured Susan.
“Let me know if I can do anything or call anyone. Okay? Abby?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Abby replied, trying to pull herself together.
**
“Hey, Luka, I know you’re ‘unpacking’ but I’m a little worried about Abby. She plans to head back home tonight. I’m on for another six hours and she insists there’s no need for her to stay at my place tonight. Look, call me here and make sure they page me if I’m with a patient, okay?” Susan hung up the phone, hoping Luka would check his voicemail and not assume the ER was calling him to come back in to work. Despite their failed relationship, Susan knew that Luka would want Abby to be safe, and she also knew that Luka would make damn sure Brian didn’t come near Abby again. She heaved a heavy sigh, rubbed her forehead and grabbed another chart off the rack.
**
Abby stepped out into the cold night air of the ambulance bay. She pulled her coat tightly around her and thanked heaven she had enough foresight to grab her coat and shoes from her apartment before the EMTs had loaded her into the ambulance. If only she’d thought to bring her purse.
“Abby!” Luka’s shocked expression cut through her thoughts.
Her head snapped up and she saw Luka approaching her, mouth slightly open and a worried look of disbelief on his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her, meeting her eyes. He had listened to Susan’s message just after leaving the bar. He had sworn under his breath. That was just like Abby—refusing help and insisting she could handle things on her own.
“I’m heading home.”
“Alone?” he chastised, an astonished look on his face.
“I’ll be fine,” she tried to reassure him, and then lowered her head and began walking.
“No. You’re not heading home alone. You could have a concussion,” he tried to reason as he gently took hold of her arm and pulled her around to face him. He knew Susan had been afraid that Brian would show up at her place to administer another pummeling, but Luka wasn’t about to admit to anyone that he had taken care of that threat. Nonetheless, he didn’t believe Abby was in any shape to go back home alone. He had seen how shaken she was while he and Susan had worked on her, and the very sight of what Brian had done to her face made his throat tighten and his stomach churn. Although they were no longer a couple, Luka still regretted allowing things to get out of hand the night they broke up. He still cared for Abby. More than he was willing to admit.
“Luka, I’ll be fine. Really.” She kept her head lowered, so as not to provide him with a visual reminder of how “fine” she was.
“No. You’re not going to be alone tonight.” He saw her beginning to argue and decided to throw out an invalid reason he could use to his advantage. “Until the cops catch that bastard, you shouldn’t be alone. You can stay at my place tonight.”
Abby’s shoulders slumped slightly. She was cold. Her face still throbbed. And Luka was right. Despite the fact that she doubted Brian would be stupid enough to show up at her door, she simply didn’t want to be alone tonight. She was scared and was still reeling from the fact that intervening on behalf of a battered wife would land her in the ER with a broken nose and two black eyes. She had been warned not to get involved, but how could she stand by while Brian repeatedly beat his wife?
“Okay,” she agreed with a shaky breath.
“I’m going to grab my car. You wait right here. Okay?” he asked, looking down deliberately into her eyes, the inner edges of his eyebrows raising slightly. She closed her eyes and nodded. When he was satisfied that she would wait, he darted off to the parking ramp to fetch his Viper.
As Abby waited for Luka to drive around, it occurred to her that the last time she had been in Luka’s apartment was the night they had broken up four months earlier. That was an entirely different pain that still throbbed and tugged at her heart. Great, she thought. We’re going back to Luka’s place. If only that meant the same thing it had meant four months ago.
This is an alternate ending to “A Simple Twist of Fate,” after Brian assaulted Abby. It occurs in Season 8. I own none of the rights to these characters, etc., etc.
******
Luka paced the hospital hallway nervously, waiting for Susan to emerge from the trauma room. When she finally did, he reported to her that the radiologist had cleared the head CT they were waiting for and then hesitantly asked, “Was she...?”
“No, no, no. There was no sign of anything other than getting pummeled in the face,” Susan reassured him, and then immediately followed it up by asking, “Did they find this guy?”
No. But he would.
Jacket in hand, Luka lied that he still had unpacking to finish from his return trip home from Croatia the previous night and asked if Susan could handle the pass-ons. He then made his way for the door. He knew exactly where to find Brian. Earlier in the day, when Abby had brought her neighbor Joyce into the ER with a broken cheekbone, compliments of her husband Brian, Abby had tipped the police officers that Brian could usually be found at a bar called the Windbreaker. Luka briskly made his way to the corner of 4th and Ashland.
As Luka entered the bar, he stopped, clenched his teeth and mentally pictured Abby’s bruised and swollen face, her broken nose, and the blood that had covered the front of her bathrobe when he first saw her in the ER. The knowledge that Brian had barged into Abby’s apartment and assaulted her boiled his blood. His nostrils flared and he tried to contain the urge to kill the man responsible. His eyes scanned the bar and found their mark. His jaw flexed and he quickly walked toward the man he would gladly kill.
When he left the bar, Brian lay bleeding atop a pool table, sniveling that he truly loved his wife, that he never meant to hurt her, and swearing that he would never mess with Abby again. After Luka’s final punch, he had explained through clenched teeth that if Brian ever touched Abby again, he would kill him. And he had meant every word.
**
“Abby, you can stay with me tonight,” Susan offered as she finished up discharging Abby.
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to get a hotel or something,” Abby replied as she wiped tears from her black, swollen eyes.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Susan asked skeptically.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Abby faked a smile that she hoped reassured Susan.
“Let me know if I can do anything or call anyone. Okay? Abby?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Abby replied, trying to pull herself together.
**
“Hey, Luka, I know you’re ‘unpacking’ but I’m a little worried about Abby. She plans to head back home tonight. I’m on for another six hours and she insists there’s no need for her to stay at my place tonight. Look, call me here and make sure they page me if I’m with a patient, okay?” Susan hung up the phone, hoping Luka would check his voicemail and not assume the ER was calling him to come back in to work. Despite their failed relationship, Susan knew that Luka would want Abby to be safe, and she also knew that Luka would make damn sure Brian didn’t come near Abby again. She heaved a heavy sigh, rubbed her forehead and grabbed another chart off the rack.
**
Abby stepped out into the cold night air of the ambulance bay. She pulled her coat tightly around her and thanked heaven she had enough foresight to grab her coat and shoes from her apartment before the EMTs had loaded her into the ambulance. If only she’d thought to bring her purse.
“Abby!” Luka’s shocked expression cut through her thoughts.
Her head snapped up and she saw Luka approaching her, mouth slightly open and a worried look of disbelief on his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her, meeting her eyes. He had listened to Susan’s message just after leaving the bar. He had sworn under his breath. That was just like Abby—refusing help and insisting she could handle things on her own.
“I’m heading home.”
“Alone?” he chastised, an astonished look on his face.
“I’ll be fine,” she tried to reassure him, and then lowered her head and began walking.
“No. You’re not heading home alone. You could have a concussion,” he tried to reason as he gently took hold of her arm and pulled her around to face him. He knew Susan had been afraid that Brian would show up at her place to administer another pummeling, but Luka wasn’t about to admit to anyone that he had taken care of that threat. Nonetheless, he didn’t believe Abby was in any shape to go back home alone. He had seen how shaken she was while he and Susan had worked on her, and the very sight of what Brian had done to her face made his throat tighten and his stomach churn. Although they were no longer a couple, Luka still regretted allowing things to get out of hand the night they broke up. He still cared for Abby. More than he was willing to admit.
“Luka, I’ll be fine. Really.” She kept her head lowered, so as not to provide him with a visual reminder of how “fine” she was.
“No. You’re not going to be alone tonight.” He saw her beginning to argue and decided to throw out an invalid reason he could use to his advantage. “Until the cops catch that bastard, you shouldn’t be alone. You can stay at my place tonight.”
Abby’s shoulders slumped slightly. She was cold. Her face still throbbed. And Luka was right. Despite the fact that she doubted Brian would be stupid enough to show up at her door, she simply didn’t want to be alone tonight. She was scared and was still reeling from the fact that intervening on behalf of a battered wife would land her in the ER with a broken nose and two black eyes. She had been warned not to get involved, but how could she stand by while Brian repeatedly beat his wife?
“Okay,” she agreed with a shaky breath.
“I’m going to grab my car. You wait right here. Okay?” he asked, looking down deliberately into her eyes, the inner edges of his eyebrows raising slightly. She closed her eyes and nodded. When he was satisfied that she would wait, he darted off to the parking ramp to fetch his Viper.
As Abby waited for Luka to drive around, it occurred to her that the last time she had been in Luka’s apartment was the night they had broken up four months earlier. That was an entirely different pain that still throbbed and tugged at her heart. Great, she thought. We’re going back to Luka’s place. If only that meant the same thing it had meant four months ago.