Part Six
By Céindreadh
ceindreadh@eircom.net
Disclaimer, I don't own them, but while they're in this country, they're mine....all mine (cue mad scientist type laugh)
Kerry and Luka and Dave and Carter
Rated PG-13, for some slash innuendo
Previously on ER
A grateful (and rich) patient invited some of the ER doctors on an all-expenses paid trip to Ireland to attend a conference in Galway. Arriving in Dublin they discovered that they had to drive themselves to Galway. Staying overnight in Birr, Kerry dreamed of Luka, and Dave had some fun with a camera, and two sleeping roommates. Next morning, with Dave driving, they set off for Galway.
About half an hour later, the Punto was again pulled up by the roadside. This time however it was neither a flat tire, nor Dave's travel sickness, which had stopped the quartette. They had arrived at the bridge across the Shannon at Portomna, just as it had opened to let a few boats pass through. The three men took the opportunity to stretch their legs, knowing that Kerry would not let them stop again until they reached Galway. Kerry sat in the back seat and watched as Carter and Luka went to opposite sides of the bridge to watch the boats. Dave had told her about his 'photography session' the previous night. Initially she had been annoyed with him, but on hearing that both Luka and Carter had only been wearing boxer shorts to bed, she had simply requested that he make copies of all the photos for her own 'private collection'.
Carter stared moodily at the swirling waters of the Shannon. He tried to put his hands in his pockets, but failed miserably. Carter cursed Dave under his breath, as he realized that he didn't have any pockets in his sweatpants. This was all Dave's fault, he was sure of it. If it hadn't been for Dave, he wouldn't have ruined his last pair of trousers, and been forced to wear his sweatpants. Carter supposed he was lucky that he had the sweatpants to wear today, but that had meant sleeping only in boxer shorts last night.
He flushed in embarrassment at the memory of waking up that morning in Luka's arms, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts.
Luka on the other side of the bridge was also feeling slightly embarrassed. Of all the colleagues of his he could have woken up next to, he had to pick Carter. Still, it could have been worse, he thought. It had only been out of politeness to his roommates that he had bothered to wear anything to bed at all.
Finally the bridge swung closed again. As the barriers were about to be raised, Kerry suddenly realized that someone was missing. "Where the hell is Malucci?" she yelled.
Carter and Luka looked at each other in surprise. "I thought he was with you?" said Luka.
"Was no one keeping an eye on him?" asked Kerry, frowning.
"Hey, he's not my problem," grumbled Carter. "Last I saw he was walking along the bridge."
"Well don't just sit there Carter," snapped Kerry, "Go and find him."
Carter muttered under his breath as he got out of the car. Luka started to climb out as well.
"Actually, you'd better wait here," said Kerry, in her most guileless tone. "Someone will have to move the car out of the line of traffic, and it can't be me."
Luka shrugged and moved over to the drivers seat.
Carter had walked almost to the end of the bridge before he found Dave.
Dave was talking to a young copper haired woman, who was sitting behind the wheel of another turquoise Fiat Punto. Seeing Dave's efforts at flirting, Carter decided to have a little fun at Dave's expense.
"Dave, darling," said Carter as he hurried to Dave's side and put his arm around his shoulders. "I've been looking all over for you. The bridge is about to open and we're blocking all the traffic."
"Carter, what the hell are you doing?" asked Dave in horror. "You'll have to excuse him," he said to Kendra, the woman in the car. "He's been out in the sun too long."
"Oh, honey," said Carter to Dave, "You don't have to pretend that we're just friends, it's all quite legal here now."
Dave saw the evil gleam in Carter's eyes. He also saw the amused expression on Kendra's face. "Two can play at that game," he thought to himself.
Putting a big smile on his face, he put his arm around Carter. "Kendra, I'd like you to meet Carter, the light of my life."
"Pleased to meet you Carter," said Kendra, hoping that the traffic would start moving quickly. "So, are you two here on holidays?" she asked politely.
"Actually it's our honeymoon," said Dave, "Isn't it Carter?"
Carter fixed a grin on his face. "We'd better get back to the car Dave, we wouldn't want to cause a tailback." Inwardly he was groaning, and cursing the impulse that had started all this.
"Sure thing dear," said Dave. "Bye Kendra, nice meeting you," he said, and then headed back to the car.
When they were out of earshot, Carter hissed at Dave, "Honeymoon?"
"Hey, you started it."
By the time they got back to the car, Luka had been forced to pull off the road, to let the rest of the traffic past. As Kendra drove by in her Punto, Dave grabbed Carter and pulled him into a hug. Luka and Kerry watched open-mouthed.
"Did you see...?" asked Kerry.
"No, I did not," said Luka firmly, "and neither did you."
Finally the last of the cars had passed them, and they were able to set off once more.
To be continued
Author's notes
Apologies if this is a bit bizarre, but it's late and I wanted to get it posted, because I won't be able to do any long posts for a few days. I promise, they will get to Galway in part 7
Ceindreadh
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