Title: YOUR NOT FORGOTTEN (follows ‘On The Lake’)

Author: Ritaann

Ratting: PG 13 but may have disturbing scenes.

Summary: He’s out. Yes, that’s right folks, the man’s brother has escaped from jail. He didn’t do the job right the first time... but this time, he’s made sure that weather or not he’s there or in hell, Kate will get what he reckon that she deserves and that might not mean that’s he’s after Kate directly....

Disclaimer: All songs and characters in this piece do not belong to me. I repeat; DO NOT BELONG TO ME! I’ve just borrowed them for a while. No money is being made, I will return them when needed... or anytime ER is on the TV or that song is on the radio. (American or Australian, don’t panic!)

Keywords: Kate Hobbit, John Carter, no, I don’t wanna...

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Part 1

A man walked hurriedly through the boarding gates of the airport. He was unshaven, his clothes were creased and he looked as though he had dressed in a hurried fashion. Looking around nervously, he ducked into a men’s room and took out a travel kit from his back pack. Making sure that nobody was around, he opened it and took out a razor, a pair of scissors and a new shirt. Removing his thick coat, the man exposed his shirt which said ‘Black town jail’ in thick, ugly black letters....

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"John." said Kate as she came round the desk and placed a kiss on Carter’s cheek as she dropped a completed chart into the rack.

"Hey. Haven’t seen you round in a long time. Where have you been?" asked Carter as he kissed her back.

"Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Now what about dinner tonight?" said Kate trying to change the subject. She didn’t want John to know that she had spent half her shift in the ladies emptying out what he had made her eat for breakfast. ‘Damn virus.’ thought Kate to herself.

"Sounds good to me, where do you want to go?"

"Cafeteria?" suggested Kate softly, afraid of what Carter would say.

"No you didn’t, did you?"

"Well, I did..."

"Kate, what’s with all these extra shifts?" said Carter in exaggeration.

"Kovac called in sick, what was I supposed to do?" said Kate trying to explain as Carter playfully teased her.

"Your, suppose to, call Weaver." he said leaning forward.

"And tell her what?" asked Kate, catching onto what Carter was saying.

"And tell her that" said Carter kissing her. "Somebody wants, to have some time, with his girl friend."

"Then she would tell me that I’m fired." said Kate breaking off and giving him the wounded dog look.

"Ok, ok, I forgive you. But just promise me that next time you’ll say no...Please?" asked Carter, holding the chart that Kate was about to take just out of her reach.

"Fine, I’ll try." agreed Kate. Now will you let me go do my job?" asked Kate angily reaching for the chart.

"Give me kiss first." said Carter, moving away just in time to avoid her prying hands. Kate placed a kissed a kiss on Johns nose and then promptly snatched the chart and walked off to exam three. Carter just stood there for a sec, not knowing how he had lost the chart.

"Girl, he’s got it bad." said Haleh.

"Uhuh. It’s written all over his face in pink ink." agreed Chunney as the two snickered. Carter had a bit of pink lip gloss on his nose.

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The man looked nervously at his surroundings. He quickly ducked behind a large pot plant as a pair of security guards walked past. Taking out his moblie phone from one of his pockets, he began to dial a long-distance number.

"Yeah, yeah mate I got the orders." said the man to whoever was on the other line in his weird accent. It was half French, quarter English and a quarter American. However, his demeanor and looks were distinctly Lebanese.

"No, I’ll be at the hospital in a tick.... Give me some fucking time, I’m not God for heaven sakes!" He yelled but soon regretted it as another pair of guards rounded extremely close to the pot plant., The strange man ducked down behind another pot plant and whispering as loud as he could into his phone yelled, "Look, I’m getting there, ok? yes, I promise to call as soon as I’m there, Are you going to even let me get to the damn place? Ok. bye." and with that, he snapped his phone off and stuffed it back into the pocket from where it came from. Checking his surroundings once more, the escaped prisoner with a mission walked briskly outside and expertly called a cab and got inside.

"Cook County General Hospital, please." he said, as the car’s wheels screeched away from the curb...

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"John, could you do me the biggest favour ever?" asked Kate as Carter was getting ready to leave.

"If you promise to tell Weaver that you can’t take another double shift, then, yes." but Kate didn’t really hear what he was saying.

"Ok fine. Could you to my apartment and take care of Cherry-Ripe for me?"

"Huh?"

"Remember my Labrador- well, I’ve gotten Sarah to send him to me cause I missed him too much and he’s at my apartment right now. Here’s the keys- Go!" said Kate putting the keys into John’s hands and practically pushing him out of the ER.

"But..."

"John- I know you can, I believe in you. Now GO before I sign up for every extra shift this week!" yelled Kate as she continued her was to exam two.

"Fine, ok, whatever." said Carter as he walked out of the hospital shaking his head in amassment. ‘How am I supposed to look after a dog, all I’ve ever had was horses?’

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Climbing out of the cab, the man threw the cabby a whole stack of bills. Slamming the door he looked around. Shading his eyes from the setting sun, he disappeared behind a parked ambulance, EMT’s stood in a group, joking round with wheel chairs. The man quietly unzipped his pocket and took out his phone, talking immediately to whoever was on the line waiting. "I’m here." he whispered, turning round to make sure no one had noticed him.

"There’s a tall fellow coming out now, looks foreign..."

"Not that one idiot!" said a voice over the phone in an angry tone.

"Tall, young, *American* and brown hair. Can’t miss him."

"Is that him?" asked the man looking a little more to see Carter walking out. "Brown hair, tall, American..."

"Yeah that’s him." said the man, walking low towards another ambulance and ducked once more even closer to the group of EMT’s.

"GO! GO! GO!" yelled the man on the other line. The kidnapper dropped the phone back into his waiting pocket and took a bottle of liquid and a thick cloth as big as a small baby blanket. The bottle was made from a thick plastic and was heavy looking. Before opening the container, he took out a black, ugly mask that would not let him smell anything but nothingness and put it over his head. Un-screwing the lid, the man poured a large amount of the lotion onto the cloth, saturating the material with the stinking liquid. Still following Carter the man ran, bent from the waste down to avoid suspicion into the car park and then stopped behind a green Cadillac which was parked next to a black jeep....

Carter looked nervously around. ‘I thought I saw something... Nah, must have been my imagination which has been running pretty wildly lately.’ he though to himself as he chuckled away. Digging around in his pockets for his keys, Carter couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. ‘Once I get into the car, I’ll feel better.’ he said, trying to reassure himself as he slid the key smoothly into the lock. Suddenly, a strong arm grabbed him from behind. Before John could react, the man stuffed the cloth that was soaked with chloroform around Carter’s mouth and dragging the now-drunk looking doctor into the jeep, he speed off out of the carpark and onto the highway, Carter trying his best to say awake but failing miserably.

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"Dr Hobart?" asked Frank, following her as she made her way to the Lounge. "Whatever it is, forget it because I’m off and out of here." said Kate ignoring Frank who persisted onwards even if he was going to get a verbal bantering.

"There is a guy on line four saying that he has your Labrador waiting in front of your apartment. He just can’t leave him there."

"Your joking, right?" said Kate stopping just in front of the door, about to go in. "No joke." said Frank seriously.

"Which line?"

"Four." said Frank as he left Kate to do all the talking.

"Hello. Look I’m sorry, I sent someone to get my dog, is there a problem.... What do you mean he never came? Ok, ok, I’m leaving now I’ll get there in about fifteen minuets, I’ll pay you I have no money problems.... hold your horses I’ll get there." Kate slammed down the phone and ran as fas as she could to the lounge.

"He’s in big trouble." she muttered to no one in particular as she ran past a confused Frank.

"Not me." he declared, turning back to his job.

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Carter awoke to hearing the sound of a motor and the putrid smell of manure. Sitting up and stretching his tight mussels, he felt a pile of sacks underneath him and a thick, black blanket which smelt like fresh straw was over him. His legs were tied together at the ankles and his arms were bundled together behind him, making Carter even more uncomfortable. Feeling a small draft, John looked up to notice that the truck, vehicle or whatever had holes in the roof where the stars seemed to be racing by. Sighing, Carter looked around the carriage where he was imprisoned and saw nothing but darkness meaning it was night. looking to his left, he saw the silhouette of his mysterious driver. Trying to look at his watch but remembering that his hands were tied behind his back, Carter wished he had somehow learnt how to tell time like Kate- without a watch. Trashing his legs round as softly so as not to warn the driver, Carter realized that it was fruitless. Sighing once again, John! knew one thing. That he was stuck there for the time being. As he stared at the stars running across the roof, he thought about Kate and the promise he had made; to take care of cherry-ripe and laughed bitterly at how ironic it was.

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"What the hell...." said Kate to herself as she walked across the carpark. She knew that Carter would have taken his car and if he was still in the building, then his car would still be there. However, his car was gone and his lab coat and stereoscope was lying on the floor in a messy pile in the spot where his jeep should have been. Kate bent over and picked up John’s things. Feeling that the coat had no warmth and how the things in his pocket had spilled out onto the greasy floor like it had been done on purpose. Looking around, she also noticed that fresh tire marks were embedded thickly onto the cement. Kate glanced nervously around the parking lot and knew that something must have happened to John. Something that was not right...

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"Wakey Wakey doc." said a mean looking man, waking Carter from his slumber. He was not the same man from the airport, but instead had a long beard that was a reddish-orange colour. His hair on his head on his head was past his shoulders. He had green eye’s and was extremely short. Not fat or chubby, but heavily built.

"What?" said Carter as he sat up and rubbed his eye’s, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that was left in them.

"I said get up doc, the others are waiting for you." said the man kicking him again in the shin. Carter didn’t want to get kicked a third time so he shut up and just rubbed the sore spot and stumbled after the man. John looked round to find himself in some sought of warehouse. In Chicago, he had no idea. The man was short but by no means a slow walker. John had to walk very fast to keep up with him but his legs, weak from being tied together all night long were stiff and didn’t feel like his own. They turned a corner and then walked down the corridor. There were many doors along it but none were open and the man did not stop to even look in them as they walked past. ‘I wonder what’s in there.’ thought Carter to himself. ‘Must be stolen merchandise or something.’

Suddenly the man stopped at a door at the near end of the corridor. The door was painted differently form the other doors. For starters, this one was a dark black as the others was a plain white. Carter stood nervously tucking in his shirt and straightening his clothes from his night of sleeping on the floor as the man searched for the key that Carter thought would open the door. However, the man didn’t even touch the door knob. Instead he unlocked the window which was strangely on the inside of the corridor and yelled to the person that was inside.

"Hey, Jimbo’s, got ‘im wanna see ‘im?"

"Nah, probably some retarded twerp if that girly likes him." came the voice from inside. At hearing this Carter, realized that Kate had something to do with all this. ‘Hope she’ll be ok.’

"Nope- a doc! Can you believe it?"

"A doc? She’s done well ay, the bitch has done proper." after this was being said, the two men laughed uncontrollably. Carter felt like punching the man that had called Kate a bitch but knew it would only make matters worse. As they laughed, his cheeks got hot and teeth clenched together, he controlled his temper by stamping his foot as bluntly as he could. They never noticed.

"Dump ‘im in the back wi’ da others." said the man from inside the room.

‘There must be other captives.’ concluded Carter to himself as the man roughly shoved John from behind and made him walk in front of him to the next door which was also another colour- this time a blood red colour...

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"Dr Weaver, have you seen John around lately?" asked Kate coming up behind the older red-head.

"No, actually I thought he left three hours ago. Why?" said Kerry, stopping beside Kate, giving her full attention.

"Well, I’ve asked him to take care of my Labrador after his shift and then the guy who was looking after him before Carter was supposed to called and anyway, apparently he hadn’t picked him up yet. When I went out into the carpark, I found this." explained Kate giving Carter’s lab coat, scope, notebook and a few other things which had once been carefully stowed away in his pocket.

"I went to his apartment, asked the neighbors, the nurses, been round the whole hospital and I can’t find him." said Kate as politely as she could be but the truth was that she was worried sick. John had never done this before and even though she hadn’t known him for a long time, she knew that he would never ditch her like that. "Ok, well, we can’t report him missing for another twenty-one hours, however, we can get security on it. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine." said Kerry, but noticed that she wasn’t exactly very comforting. "Why don’t you go home?"

"No, I’ll be fine. If I go home, I’d just worry myself sick." said Kate, her eyes begging to stay.

"Ok. I’m sure he’ll be fine." said Kerry walking away, leaving a sad looking Kate at the door to the Lounge. Kerry sounded upbeat, but as she rarely showed any emotion, this was one time where she wasn’t going to let herself fall thorough the cracks. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine.’ she told herself as she dialed the number of security on a phone that was inside an empty exam room. However, Carter was far from being fine....