*Bonheur Trompé- Part 10*
by Kelly

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of NBC, Warner Brothers, John Wells, and whoever else. I just borrow them and promise to return them. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. I make no money off these fics, I write them for fun.

Feedback is always appreciated-> DougandCarol@hotmail.com

The music in this story is "Next 100 Years" by Bon Jovi

Writer's Notes: You need a translation in this part. Pustiti njemu kocka= Let him die.

Big thanks to Carolina and Shannon who give me great idea’s and take a look at these fics before they’re done, telling me how I’m doing! Thanks guys!!

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Time ain't nothing but time
It's a verse with no rhyme
Man, it all comes down to you
Change ain't nothing but change
Just the faces and the names
But you know we're gonna make it through

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Dark piles of slushy, dirty snow lined the curbs of the streets, filling driveways and drainage pipes with clumpy slush that seeps through your socks and drenches your feet. The dark clouds hung low in the sky, ready to dump even more snow on the large piles that already sat all over Chicago. A cold chill filled the air; entrapping all that stepped outside, cause goose bumps to form and teeth to chatter at the touch.

As Luka stepped outside into the chilly air, he wrapped his lab coat protectively around him and began to rub his arms up and down, awaiting the impending trauma expected in only a few minutes. His teeth chattered as a gush of cold air blew, a whirl of snow blowing in front of his face, hitting his cheek with a cold force.

"Damn it." He mumbled, moving his feet in place as the ambulance doors whooshed open and Mark walked out, his coat draped over his shoulders.

"Hi Mark." He greeted him, blowing into his hands in an attempt to warm up.

"Hey Luka…. Aren't you off in a little while?" he asked, shielding his eyes from the blowing snow.

Luka nodded, pulling the lab coat tighter around his body. "Yes, in about 10 minutes."

"Why don't you go? Dr. Chen and I can handle this."

"I'm ok, I don't mind staying."

"Go." Mark replied, nodding his head toward him. "Abby's waiting for you isn't she?"

Luka sighed, blowing hard, watching as a large cloud of smoke blew from his mouth, swirling around until it disappeared into the air. "I don't know if she is waiting for me.."

Mark gave him a sympathetic smile and coughed. "She is…" he replied, pausing for a minute. "She's seeing DeRaad isn't she?"

"Yes, she has an appointment for tomorrow morning." Luka replied, tracing his foot in a pile of snow. "But we have an OB appointment for later today."

Mark nodded, padding his feet up and down on the pavement as a cop car pulled into the driveway, pulling alongside the building. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat and looked up to Luka, his eyes squinting, avoiding the blowing snow.

"How is the baby doing, everything going ok?"

"Yes, the doctor said everything looks good." He mumbled, tugging on his stethoscope. "You have this covered right?" he asked tiredly, realizing it was better to leave then.

"Luka, go." Mark replied. "You know, if you ever want to talk, you and Abby can stop by. Have some coffee, change a few diapers since it seems we're never gonna get Ella trained." He said with a small grin. He looked to Luka and got serious for a second. "Just listen to her Luka, she'll come around."

"Thank you Mark." He replied quickly as he nodded slightly, flinching once more in the cold wind, and disappeared back into the ER to grab his coat.

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I'll believe
When you don't believe in anything

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"Good steady heartbeat." Dr. Lindmen said, adjusting the Doppler on Abby's ever-extending stomach as Luka stood next to the table, tapping his fingers nervously on the table. "About 148 beats a minute."

"Does everything look ok?" Luka asked nervously as Abby turned her head, staring at a chart on the wall.

"So far, everything looks great."

Luka watched as the doctor wandered over to a cabinet and pulled out a new sheet over paper. She quickly noted something on it before turning back to them, yanking on her gloves.

"Just try to stay still Abby." She instructed as she began pressing on her stomach, moving around slowly, adjusting her fingers. "Everything feels good…"

"Oww.." Abby mumbled, as she pressed harder, moving to the lower part of her stomach. "What about the size of the baby?" she asked quietly, avoiding eye contact with the doctor at all costs.

Luka nodded as he waited for an answer, watching nervously as the doctor continued to press on Abby's stomach. He bit his lip, as his knee hit against the exam table, making a loud clunking noise that caused Abby to jump.

"Sorry." He apologized embarrassedly, removing his fingers from the padded exam table.

"It's ok." Dr. Lindmen replied, laughing as she finished the exam and moved around the table. "The baby is a good size, right around the size it should be. Now, I just want to do a quick ultrasound.. check how everything looks inside."

Abby nodded and watched as the doctor began setting the machine up, grabbing the bottle of gel from a nearby counter. She quickly squeezed some out on Abby's stomach and flipped the machine on, running it along the right side of her stomach, watching the screen.

"Good presentation.." she mumbled, adjusting a knob on the screen. "There's a leg." She pointed out, moving a finger to the screen, pointing it out.

"What about the amount of amniotic fluid?" Abby mumbled, her attention kept on the screen next to her. Luka smiled as he watched her; happy at least something was bringing a smile to her face. She looked happier in the exam room at that minute than she had been in weeks.

"Good amount, everything looks perfect." She replied, moving the ultrasound probe around, pressing harder. "Now are we keeping the sex a surprise or do you want to know?" she asked, as a clear focus of the baby's head came into view. "That is, if neither have you have already peeked.."

"A surprise." Abby replied, shifting her body slowly on the table.

"Ok, well here's another picture." She said, handing a small black and white photo to Abby. "And I'll see you in another month."

"Thank you." Luka said, nodding and smiling. "Are you ready Abby?" he asked, as the doctor left the room, leaving them alone.

"Yeah." She mumbled, pulling herself off the table and walking toward the bathroom. "Almost."

"Abby, maybe we could go shopping soon for the baby?" he asked as she shut the door, and he moved closer to it. "We could buy some clothes or a crib."

"Yeah, maybe." She mumbled quietly through the door as she pulled her clothes back on.

"Yeah, maybe." He then whispered back to himself, sighing as he looked down at the picture in his hands and smiled.

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I'm gonna hold you 'til your hurt is gone
Be the shoulder that you're leaning on
I'll be standing here
For the next 100 years
If it all should end tonight
I'll know it was worth the fight
And we'll be standing here
For the next 100 years

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"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Dr. DeRaad asked that mid January morning, and he, Abby and Luka walked slowly down a cold Chicago block, as lots of busy people dodged them. Many talking on cell phones, some chasing small children, others eating and watching the traffic pass.

Abby didn't reply, but just tightened her grip around Luka's hand, nodding her head slowly. It had been 3 weeks now since Dr. DeRaad had gotten Abby to hold his hand, and ever since she had, she had barely let go.

"Ok, remember, we can leave at any time."

"Abby, are you sure?" Luka asked, wrapping his fingers between hers, staring down at her dark hair that was blowing wildly in the wind. "We can leave if you are not ready."

"I want to do this." She replied, choking the words from the back of her throat. Her voice was low and hoarse, her eyes staring at the pavement of the sidewalk, dark bags hung below them.

Dr. DeRaad nodded as Luka eyed him, and they began to walk again. Luka didn't know to the exact place they were going, but he knew they were getting close. He could feel Abby's grip tighten and hear her breathing get heavier as they approached a run down building, surrounded by piles of garbage and other wastes. There was a small group of people standing out front, huddled in a small circle. Luka glanced to them quickly and turned his head away as they began down a small, absolutely filthy alley.

Her grip grew tighter as they made their way down the alley and to a dark doorway, surrounded by broken glass and trash. As Abby bit her lip and looked down at the ground, Dr. DeRaad pushed the door open, revealing an unlit, roach infested hallway. They walked down the hallway slowly, Luka guiding Abby who had her eyes locked shut. Looking to a piece of paper, Dr. DeRaad found the room number and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. Sliding it into the lock, he flung the door open and stepped inside.

"Abby?" he called, holding the door open as Luka held her hand and they stepped inside.

"Abby, are you ok?" Luka asked, turning to face her. "Abby?"

"He did it in that bed." She whispered, her eyes growing wide as her face turned to a look of pure terror, as fear filled her voice. "He threw me down outside….. and he brought me in here."

Luka stood silently with Dr. DeRaad as she spoke, staring toward the bed that sat in the corner of the small apartment, littered with ripped magazines and discarded beer cans. Cigarette butts were strewn all over the floor, cobwebs hung from the ceiling.

"On the floor…. over there." She choked, backing into the entryway, leaning up against the wooden doorframe. "He had that knife in his hands, he was going to kill me."

"Abby, what did he do to you here?" Dr. DeRaad asked, watching her carefully, keeping sure that she was under control. Luka glared him a look of curiosity and anger, like what the hell are you asking her that for, but he remained quiet.

She bit her nails nervously as she looked around, peering into the small bathroom, the door that sat ajar, revealing the dirty blue tiles. She tugged on a piece of her messy short brown hair, and took a deep breath, letting it out quickly as she chewed further down.

"He raped me…" she cried, her voice getting lower each time she spoke. "He hit me.. and he bit me." She whispered, her voice wavering more and more, as she slipped her hand back into Luka's. "He told me if I yelled he would kill me."

Luka cringed as she spoke, the sheer thought of what Abby had gone through made him sick to his stomach. Looking around the room, knowing what the man had done to Abby on the bed that sat there, hearing of how he had threatened her. He could almost see her lying there, screaming to stop, the man beating on her savagely, causing her to bleed. It all sent a cold chill down his spine as she started to moan, squeezing his hand harder than before.

"I tried to stop him but it was my fault.. I didn't try hard enough." She confessed as her voice became lowered but more forceful, her eyes snapping shut. "I didn't stop him."

"Abby, it was not your fault." Luka whispered, as the words she spoke hit home, causing him more pain. It hadn't been her fault, any of it.

"What that man did to you was unjustifiably wrong. You didn't do anything to cause it, and nothing you could have done would have stopped him." Dr. DeRaad said, moving closer to her and he kicked an empty bottle from his path. "You're lucky to be alive Abby, you got away."

She just shook her head and dropped her head, holding back the tears that were building. Luka sighed and squeezed her hand, eyeing Dr. DeRaad who mouthed words he didn't understand and walked toward the door.

"I think it's time to go.."

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I, when I think that I'm losing my mind
It all comes back to you
And you, you know that it's true
After all we've been through
There's nothing that I wouldn't do

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"Approximately 30 year old male, GSW to the chest and neck. BP's 70/40, pulse is thready." Doris read off late that night as Luka, Lily and Dave pushed alongside the gurney down to trauma 2. "The cops shot the bastard over by the lake, they found him fleeing the scene of a rape."

"The woman from earlier?" Luka asked, looking down at the man as they pushed through the swinging doors, met by Dr. Benton who was pulling gloves on.

"Yeah, how is she?" Doris asked, as the moved the man to the gurney, dropping his body with a thud.

"Died in surgery about an hour ago." Dave replied, pushing his trauma glasses up. "Can I crack this guy?"

Luka looked down to the man, looked at his face, at his hair, at his eyes as he pulled them open to shine the light in them. He touched the man's skin, and a shiver went down his spine, causing him to shake. He looked back at the man again as the monitors beeped loudly, the sounds swirling around his head.

"Can I crack this guy!?"

"Get 5 of O neg in here now!"

"I can't get a pulse!"

"Kovac, what the hell are you doing!"

The voice flooded around, all meshing together into one big boom. The monitors continued to beep, the sound of the paddles charging. They were calling his name, screaming for his help.

"He is V-Fib!"

"Where's the damn blood?!"

"Dr. Kovac!"

Luka felt his heart sink, and a knot form in his stomach and he suddenly became enraged, his face growing red with anger. His blood began to boil as the realization of what was taking place before him set in.

"That is the bastard!" he growled, throwing the intubation tray in his hands to the ground, it landed with a loud crash. He lunged for the table, going for the man's face, raising his arms in the air like a wild man.

"Dr. Kovac, what the hell are you doing!?" Dr. Benton cried, holding the paddles in his hands. "Get the hell out of here!"

"I'm going to kill him!" Luka cried louder as Dave attempted to restrain him, pulling him toward the doorway. "He raped Abby!"

"Get him out of here!" Benton yelled again as the paddles shocked the man's heart, making a buzzing sound that rang through Luka's head.

"What's going on down there?" Kerry called, rushing down the hallway as Luka pushed Dave away and stood in the doorway of the trauma room, ready to run back in and pull all of the machines from his body, allowing him to die. "Dr. Kovac! What is going on!"

"That is the son of a bitch." He growled, his hands locked in tight fists, turning a shade of white as the blood was cut off. "That is him."

"He's who?" Kerry asked again, staring into the trauma room where Benton was now being aided by Dr. Chen and Dr. Greene.

"He raped Abby, that is him. Abby said he had a tattoo.. a tattoo of a tiger on his arm. I'm going to kill him."

"Malucci, take Dr. Kovac to the lounge, now." Kerry ordered, pushing the trauma room door open. "Now!"

Luka resisted as Dave pulled him along, tugging back toward the trauma room. He wanted to watch him suffer, suffer like he had made Abby suffer. He wanted him to die, he hoped he died. He wanted to watch him die.

"Still no pulse."

"Charge it to 250."

"Get to more of O neg!"

"Clear!"

"Asystole."

"Charge it again."

"Blood's here!"

"Blood pressure's falling!"

"How long has it been?"

"Let the bastard die." Luka growled again as he gave up and walked himself down the hallway, tossing his gloves to the floor, and slamming the door behind him. "Son of a bitch."

"Dr. Kovac, you ok?" Chuny asked as he stormed into the lounge, yanking his locker open angrily, grabbing his coat from the hook and pulling it over his shoulders.

"Tell Kerry that I am going for a walk, I will be back in a little while." He replied angrily, pushing his long arms through the thick sleeves, pulling the coat tightly around him. His feet pattering loudly on the slick tile floor, he emerged into the hallway, and was shoved by Malik, running quickly toward the trauma rooms.

Standing still for a minute, he felt the room begin to spin around him. The admit desk a big blur, his head felt as though a hammer were bashing on it. He saw a figure walk by, pushing a wheelchair along with it. He began to walk outside, pushing through the ambulance bay doors and onto the snow-covered pavement. Walking quickly past the ambulance that sat parked, he wandered toward the front of the building, where he found a saturated bench. He set his body down on it with a huge lunge, as all of his breath escaped his lungs, and he closed his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of him and watched a stray dog wander down the busy road, stopping at a streetlight to lift its leg.

"Pustiti njemu kocka." He mumbled again, smacking the bench angrily with his fist, feeling the wood rattle under him as he did. He gazed up into the dark evening sky and wanted to scream. He wanted to scream like he had years earlier, when his family had been buried, when he had gone home to no one.

He sat in the cold for over a half an hour, staring into the sky, his heart pumping fast with anger. His face was numb as it was hit with the icy air, and his hands pulled inside his jacket sleeves, attempting to keep some warmth. He finally stood up as the ambulance parked in the driveway pulled away, and rushed back toward the ER. Peeling his jacket from his body, he tossed it on the admit desk as Randi watched silently, snapping her gum in her mouth, playing with a strand of her dark hair.

"Where is he?" Luka asked harshly, holding his stethoscope in his hand.

"Who?" Frank asked, piling charts on the counter.

"The patient, Dr. Benton was working on him." He growled, brushing his wind-ridden hair back away from his face.

"Still down in the trauma room."

Closing his eyes for a mere second, Luka paced down the hallway, his arms swinging by his sides as he approached. Turning to the room, he saw Lydia, and Dr. Weaver. And then he saw the sheet, full of the bloodstains. He held his breath as he entered the room, moving quickly toward the gurney. Dr. Weaver watched as he peeled back the sheet, revealing the man's face, his light blond hair. He wore a sick grin that chilled Luka to the bone. Pulling it back further, he found the tattoo, and threw the sheet back over the body. Stepping back, he dropped his stethoscope to the floor and let out a huge sigh, as his heart fell to his stomach, and he looked to Kerry.

"I hope he rots in hell." He said, his accent thick and mean, an evil look in his eye Kerry had never seen, nor ever heard him speak like that. He spat the words out in a tone that even scared him.

Kerry did not reply, she only nodded and set the chart down as the trauma room doors swung open and two detectives walked in, each held a pad of paper, one on a cell phone. They each wore long brown trench coats, buttoned high around their necks. It reminded Luka of the scene out of an old suspense movie he had watched with Abby once.

"Dr. Kerry Weaver?" the darker colored man said clearly, in a loud booming voice that filled the trauma roomed and echoed. He walked closer to the gurney, and pulled a pen from his pocket.

"I'm Dr. Weaver." She replied quickly, adjusting her glasses on her nose as the chain hit against her arm, swaying back and forth.

"Detective Marshall, this is Detective Cohen." He introduced, extending his hand. "This the guy they brought in from the rape?"

Kerry nodded, as Luka continued to stare. His hand moved up to his neck, and began fiddling with the gold chain that hung around it. He wrapped the excess around his pinkie, and ran his thumb along the notches in it, pressing it against the skin on his neck, leaving the imprint of the gold behind. The jewelry felt cool against his skin, reminding him of ice on a hot summer day.

"Did we find any ID?" Detective Marshall asked, writing notes in his book, his hand moving quickly along the paper.

"Gregg Othis." Kerry replied, holding out a bag of possessions they had collected from the man. Luka watched as they passed the bag to the detectives, looking at what it held. A black wallet, a thick bracelet, a small baggie full of a white powder, most likely marijuana, and a thick wad of money that was obviously too thick for the wallet.

"The cops were already here when the victim was brought in right?" they asked, taking grasp of the bag, dumping their pads of paper into the deep pockets of their coats.

"Yes."

"Good, we'll run this guy through the system, have someone identify the body."

"That is it?" Luka said, the man's discussion catching his attention.

"Well there isn't much more we can do, the man's dead."

"But what about the others, do you know if he raped anyone else?"

Detective Marshall shook his head. "We can only know from reports we've taken… what was your name?"

"Dr. Kovac." Luka said angrily, as he felt the tension building, wanting to reach down and tear the man's body to shreds. "My wife can identify him." He said, his voice growing deeper and more threatening. "It took you all this time to find the bastard, and he hurt my wife, and killed another woman."

"Did your wife file a report with the police?"

The comment caused Luka to send the look of death in the direction of the detective. It took all of his might to keep himself contained; he was having such a rage within his body he thought he would explode at any moment. He ran his hand through his hair and over his mouth, struggling to keep from hurting the first person he could touch. Kerry got up from her seat next to the body and escorted the two detectives from the trauma room, leaving Luka alone with the dead rapist's body.

Standing in the empty room, Luka looked to the floor, eyeing all of the saturated gauze, discarded medical instruments. There were sheets of paper, most likely lab sheets, puddles of blood that shimmered in the overhead light, and dirty yellow, discarded trauma gowns. His gaze slowly moved up the wall to the clock, that read a time of 1:30 am. His shift had ended almost an hour ago; he should have been home half an hour ago.

Glancing one more time at the covered body, he turned from the room. Pushing through the swinging doors, he walked down the hallway, knowing everyone was watching. He kept his head down, watching the colored tiles go by as he walked, the dirty between the cracks, the old scuff marks left by shoes and gurney wheels.

He continued walking until he was in the lounge, the lights were off and the only light came from a streetlamp that hung outside the window. Pulling his locker open angrily for the second time that night, he grabbed his cell phone from the shelf and gripped it tightly in his hands. Positioning himself by the window, he tapped in the familiar number and held it to his left ear, watching the snow that fell again outside. It was light and far in between, but it was coating the ground, leaving a dusting on the gray sidewalks.

"Hello?" a groggy voice picked up.

"Abby?" Luka replied quietly, folding his arm across his chest.

"Where are you?" she asked tiredly, as her coughing fit continued.

"At the hospital, I just wanted to tell you I will be home soon."

"Ok." She replied, unenthusiastically.

Luka sighed listening to her. Her voice was still so tired, so fearful. It was the same monotonous sound it always was. The fear and terror was still there, her words still so scarce and short.

"I love you Abby." He said, his voice hushed though his heart was still pounding. His head was ready to crack from the pressure; he thought for sure he was going to have an aneurysm.

"Ok."

He swallowed as he hung up, turning from the window. Going back out to the admit desk, he gathered up his coat from where he had left it and yanked it on. He shuffled quickly toward the exit where he was met by Kerry.

"Luka, are you going to be ok?" she asked, moving from the path of an elderly woman with a walker.

"I'm fine." He snapped, pulling his gloves on. "I am going home."

"Stay home tomorrow." Kerry replied, "Stay with Abby."

"I said I am fine." He said, getting angrier if that were at all possible.

"I know, but I know how stressful this has all been. Just take the day off, I'll find someone to cover."

He glared at her for a minute, as he pulled his hand to his forehead and let out an enormous sigh. "Ok, fine."

"Good, now go. I'll call you in the morning."

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Abby sat by the window, wrapped tightly in the bed comforter as she heard the front door below her click shut, and the sound of heavy footsteps as they trudged throughout the first floor, slamming things down and open. She shivered as she peered through the glass, looking down on the dimly lit street, as a large van sped past.

The footsteps came closer as she flexed her fingers, now free from the wraths of her cast that had been removed days earlier. She started coughing again, her body shaking violently as she did, the mucus getting caught in her windpipe. She shifted in the chair, stretching her legs out in front of her, slumping down, tugging the blanket snugger around her body.

"Abby?" a voice called through the darkness as the bedroom door opened, and Luka slumped in, discarding his shoes and sweater in a heap at the entranceway. "Abby why aren't you in bed?" he sighed, moving closer toward her.

She turned her head, gazing toward him as he approached her. She bit her lip and moved her right leg, running her socks along the thick carpet. "I'm not tired." She mumbled, blinking quickly.

"You are never tired." He sighed again, sitting on the end of the bed, atop the crumbled ball of sheets.

"Don't start.. please." She whispered, feeling a strong kick within in her, causing her to gasp. "Not now."

He stared at her silently for a minute, watching as she arched her back, and eased it again. He knew the baby had kicked, that was her usual response if it had been a good kick. It made him grin each time he saw her do it, knowing it was happening. He still had yet to feel it though, they still had yet to make that progress.

He swallowed, terrified of her reaction to the news he had. The nightmares had only gotten worse since visiting the scene of the rape. The nightmares getting worse meant she was getting better, if that made any sense, but this would make them even more horrible. Her screams he heard from down the hallway every night scared him to death, he couldn't even imagine what the nightmares did to her.

"I need to tell you something." He said quickly, fumbling nervously with his hands, twisting the wedding band around his finger over and over, leaving a red circle around his finger.

She looked up to him, meeting his gaze with hers. She stopped moving her feet, holding them in place in front of the chair. "What?" she mumbled, tapping them lightly.

"Abby….. they got him." Luka told her, pulling himself upright, positioning his hands on his knees.

"They got him." The words rang through her head, causing her to gasp out loud, her breath caught in her throat. He wasn't out there anymore, roaming the streets, looking for her.

"Who told you?" she choked out, the sting in her eyes becoming apparent, as they filled with the tears, building in the pockets. Her heart was now pounding, faster and faster until she could practically hear it, feel it ripping through her chest.

"He raped another woman." He said back, his voice becoming hoarse, as if he had a sore throat. "The police, they shot him…. He's dead Abby."

She choked as the word dead passed through Luka's lips. Dead, no longer living, no heart beat, no pulse, no chance of parole. "They brought him in?" she whispered, fighting to keep the tears stationary. She knew deep inside if she started to cry again, she might never have been able to stop.

He nodded, cracking his knuckles nervously. "I saw the tattoo…. He lost too much blood.. They want us to go tomorrow and identify him."

Identify him. No way in hell. That would mean having to see him again, looking at his face, his evil eyes, the hands that held her down and beat on her. The teeth that bit at her neck, sliced open her skin.

"No." she replied, losing all control of the tears as they began to fall down her flushed cheeks, forming small pools of liquid on her sweatshirt. "No."

"Abby, we have to go."

"I don't want to look at him!" she screamed, unwrapping her body from the blanket as she struggled to get to her feet. "I don't want to look at his face, I never want to see him!" She pulled herself from the chair and stood still for a moment, staring out the window again. She pulled her arm to her face and wiped the tears away with her sleeve as more continued to fall.

"He cannot hurt you now.. he will never be able to hurt you."

"No!" she cried, moving past Luka and over toward the closet, leaning up against the door. "I never……. I never want to see him again." She sobbed, choking on her own words as she struggled to swallow and regain her composure. Just the thought of seeing the man again scared her as much as she had been the night she was attacked. "Never.."

Luka watched as she trembled in the darkness and slid over on the bed, pushing himself up closer to where she was, standing only feet from her. He watched as she wiped her face with her sleeve, choking on the phlegm and saliva in her throat, struggling to stay on her feet.

"Abby.. ok, you don't have too.. we won't go." He comforted her, wanting to reach out and grab her. She shook her head as he extended his arm, reaching for her hand. He grasped hers in his own and held it tightly, moving in closer. "Abby… we won't go."

"I hate him.." she cried, covering her face with her free hand. She wiped her face, gripping to Luka for dear life. "Luka.. I hate him." She sobbed, as her body inched closer to his, before she lost it and she fell into his arms, burying her face in his chest, falling into a fit of sobs.

He jumped at her reaction, and swallowed, unsure if touching her would be ok. But his emotions won over and her carefully wrapped his arms around her body, protectively like a father would do to a small child. Her sobs became muffled in his shirt, and he could feel the wetness seeping through to his chest. He ignored it all as he began stroking her back, whispering words of comfort to her as she cried.

"Shh… ok.. Abby you'll be ok."

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6/10/01