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Title: Standing Here Until You Make Me Move. (Part two)
Author: katie- stephandkate@hotmail.com
Archive: Okay!! =)
Category: Carter/Abby season 8 type thing!
Rating: PG-13 probably.
Spoilers: Season 7
Author's notes: Feedback would be cool!
Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own any of E.Rs characters. I’ve only used them in a story. I don’t pretend to own them; I am obviously just too un-imaginative to make up my own! Anyway basically, do not, never have and never will be in anyway connected to the owning of E.Rs characters!
Summary: It’s season 8, and focused on Carter and Abby and Part 1 of my fic.
Songs: I have used various lyrics in my fic, I didn’t write any of the quoted lyrics unless otherwise noted. I have just simply borrowed them!
Previously- Abby-“I had this whole speech planned out, but it’s totally gone from my head”
Carter-“then why don’t you just go with your instincts?”
Abby-“Because I don’t cheat on people.”
>Continuing from Carters apartment<
Carter-“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carter whispered trying to be gentle and quiet, praying that he wouldn’t wake Abby from the trance she had put herself in.
Abby-“You know what? I don’t know, I’m going to go.” She said smiling slightly as she stood up, trying not to faint from the head rush. Carter looked surprised and stood up with her.
Carter-“I’m sorry, you don’t have to go you know.”
Abby-“Yes, yes I do.” And with that Abby let herself out. She ran down the stairs feeling the tears welling in her eyes, stinging, and aching. What had she gotten herself into? She didn’t know where to go, or what to say. She wanted to run to the hospital, hold Luka, hold somebody. She wanted to cry and scream and tell someone what she was feeling, but the only person she had ever cried in front of was gone. The only person she had ever trusted enough to see her so vulnerable had betrayed her.
The night seemed to go on forever. She used the grey, rusty pay phone to check her messages. 3 new messages. She listened carefully. 1)
Hey Abby it’s me, Luka, pick up! Okay well anyway, I’m going to be late; Romano’s making me take a double shift. I’ll call you later. 2)
Abby, pick up. Come on Abby, it’s me john, call me back, ok? 3)
Abby, are you there? It’s Luka, pick up, I’m worried, Carter just rang and asked if you were at the hospital. Where are you?
Abby cursed and lit another cigarette, her 5th this evening, she was meant to be giving up. Why was it she didn’t have any freedom anymore? Why was it that she couldn’t go for a walk or stay out late without people getting worried? And everything about Luka annoyed her lately. Everything right down to the sound of his voice. God. She wondered what was happening to her. She knew she wanted the old Abby back, and there was only 1 way to do this.
‘Funny how one can learn to grow numb to the madness, block it away, leave the worst unsaid’
>Hospital<
Luka-“Abby where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”
Abby-“can we talk?”
Luka-“ahh sure, may I ask what about?”
Abby-“I’ll meet you at Doc magoos in 5?
Luka-“Okay…” He wanted to ask more questions but she had walked off before he had the chance. He wanted to follow, but he knew not to, Abby couldn’t be rushed.
Abby sat down, she didn’t order, she didn’t plan on staying long. She did however light a cigarette. She was startled when Luka approached her, brushing her cheek softly with the palm of his hand. She quickly stubbed out her cigarette and turned to face him, tears once again welling behind her strong, brown eyes.
Luka-“Abby, what is this about? You’ve been distant for days.”
Abby-“I’m leaving. Not all together, but for a few weeks.”
Luka-“What?!”
Abby-“I’m going to see my mom, try and help her some more, and I don’t think it’s right to keep doing this to you again and again.”
Luka-“You’ve helped your mother all you can, you don’t need to go back there.”
Abby-“Luka, it’s over.” She said gently, smiling and knowing this is something that any girl would regret. “It’s got to be about me for a while, I can’t worry about someone else all the time. I’ve got to have time on my own, you understand?”
Luka-“I understand that you won’t let me help you.” Luka walked away.
Frustration in his walk, but Abby didn’t feel as bad as she thought she would.
‘It’s alright to do the wrong thing, for the right reasons.’
The lack of sleep was finally catching up with her. The night before was still playing on her mind, but she couldn’t let it rest. Not until she had sorted it out. Of course she wasn’t really going to see her mother, which was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She was going to Florence. She had been there before, just after her divorce, and it had done her the world of good. Abby sat in silence as she absently wondered whether that was something she had gotten from her mother. The way she would escape every now and then when things got too much. It didn’t matter. But she had to go. Now.
Abby hadn’t returned Carter’s call, and things had been bitter between them for days, things between her and Luka were even worse. She was on her way to the hospital to collect some things from her locker. Her passport for one, which had always seemed bizarrely safer at work that at home. Her garage keys and other stuff, which she would need. She took a deep breath and stepped into the lobby, holding a large bag with which to carry her stuff. She didn’t really want to face anyone so she went straight into the lounge, trying to conceal her face with the black cloud she could have sworn was following her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed open the lounge door violently. Not noticing Dave sat in the corner quietly.
“Going somewhere?” He said inquisitively, with a ‘busted’ grin on his face.
“Just taking a long vacation” she snapped back, not wishing to elaborate.
“Oh really! Where you off to?”
“Ahh…Florence, just for a break.”
“Well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Dave added before leaving to the sound of his pager humming ‘I’ll keep that in mind’ Abby hushed under her breath.
‘How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace.’
She lifted the large, brown bag. She’d always hated that bag. She opened the door again taking a deep breath as though as soon as she stepped out into the busy lobby she would not be able to breath, would be drowning. She quickened her pace, she could see the door coming closer, closer. BANG! Of all the people in this hospital she had to walk right into Carter. Great. She furiously scrambled to the floor trying to pick up her passport which had flung itself out, as if it had an evil mind of it’s own.
“You going somewhere?” Carter asked, looking Abby straight in the eyes. He hadn’t done this for a while. And Abby had forgotten to breathe and all she wanted to do was…-
“Ahh yeah, just taking a holiday.” She smiled back trying not to look straight back into his.
“When you getting back?” Carter asked trying to sound absent, but instead sounding neurotic. He saw Abby smile at this as she stood up.
“I don’t think I am.” She finished simply, smiling. She didn’t want to smile though. She wanted to cry. To pull him close and cry into his shirt, and he would hold her and tell her everything was all right. Abby touched Carter’s shoulder tenderly, smoothing his white-lab coat before looking up one last time. As if this was the end and she was savouring everything, every moment. She turned around and walked away. Feeling empowered.
There were a million questions he wanted to ask, a million things he wanted to do. Should he run after her? He didn’t even know where she was going. What about her career? What about them? But he froze. All he could do was watch Abby walk away. Her brown hair waving slightly. She stopped. She looked back one time, and then quickly stopped herself. She wasn’t coming back.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
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