Sex Diaries
Part Twenty A - Forty Black Balloons
By Miesque
miesque1973@msn.com

RATING: PG-13
SETTING: Season Seven (aka "Season of the Pod People") into Season Eight. Luka has long since broken up with Droopy
McHangdog (a.k.a., Abby Lockhart) and is Alone Again (naturally...)
CATEGORY: Luka Kovac/cast. Romantic/comedy/drama, vague spoof of 'Bridget Jones's Diary'...may be rather humorous, may be angsty, may end with a nuclear bomb wiping out all of Chicago...who knows?
TRANSLATION: 'jaja' = eggs (testicles...ahem)
ARCHIVE: If you must, but please inform author. :)
SPOILERS: For Season Seven and Wishful Thinking for Season Eight
PREVIOUS INSTALLMENTS: Starter Pistols and Sex Diaries; Fishin' for the Runnin'; Heat Stroke; Grocery Store Cowboy;
Cheesecake and Whine; Times Of Your Life; I Want A Cave Man, I Want A Brave Man!; A Bigger Mousetrap; Bless Me,
Father; For I Am About to Sin; Out On A Ledge; Have An Egg Instead; Charity; The Devil Cuts Loose; Toads and Falsehoods; Ready to Go; Saying Goodbye; Crazy From the Heart; Danger
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Ellen Hursh for editing and several 2AM brain-storming sessions. :)



4 September 2001

Jing-Mei grabbed me as I was heading into an exam room to
see to a pregnant woman who was
experiencing 'spontaneous orgasm'. "Alexandra, guess who's
birthday is just five days away?"

"Umm..."

"Luka's!"

"Really? Does he need more to be depressed about?"

"Oh, hush! Luka'll love it. He needs a bit of attention lately."
She looks me up and down for a moment. "Though I don't
doubt you've been paying him quite a bit of...umm...attention
lately?"

I pretend not to understand the question and head into the
exam room. The woman is screaming, and at first I think
she's in pain, but soon realise she is experiencing a bit more
of her 'malady'. Think perhaps a psych consult would be a
good idea, so I have Chuny call upstairs for me while I try to
ask the woman questions. But she is too happy to talk so I
leave her alone.

We have several new medical students, all very fresh-faced
and wet behind the ears. Dr. Weaver has given them all little
headsets with earphones, and tapes w/ her (Dr. Weaver)
giving them a step-by-step tour of the entire hospital. Note
that most of them are quite lost. I remember being a med
student, so many years ago. I was more or less a slave to
residents then. One-a dreadful bastard who is now President
of the Royal College of Surgeons-had me constantly running
errands for him.

Luka has a med student at his elbow, and she looks positively
smitten-staring up at him with wide eyes, as if she can't
believe someone so gorgeous could possibly exist. But Luka-
God bless his heart-looks up at me and grins, shrugging. I
suppose he has gone through his fair share of crushes, and I
resolve not to get too jealous. But if the girl puts The Moves
on my boyfriend, I shall very calmly kill her.

"Hi," he says to me, as soon as he gets away from the med
student. He tears off his gloves and pitches them into the
rubbish bin. "Are we still on for tonight?"

As if I'd break a date with him? What, is he *nuts*? "Of
course. Where are we going this time?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe we could just pick up a pizza and go
back to your place...rent a movie..."

"And neck on the living room couch? And you say I have a
dirty mind!"

"Well, it's not like I'm saying we should rent 'Debbie Does
Dallas'."

"Yeah. No porn until at least the tenth date, right?"

He snickered and headed back toward the front desk. I watch
him for a moment, wishing he didn't have to wear that lab
coat at work. Such a cute tushy. And he's gonna be *forty*
in five days. Unbelievable. Some people just age gracefully.
Maybe tragedy really does create beauty. And isn't it odd that
I think of Luka as beautiful rather than just 'handsome'? I
mean, he is *VERY* handsome and all, but that adjective
doesn't quite suit. Beautiful is really the only word that works,
but...oh, I sound like I'm writing a letter to 'Tiger Beat'
magazine and really should just shut up and get back to work.



Jing-Mei waylaid Cleo Finch in the lounge. "Hey, we've got to
arrange a birthday party for Luka. I'm hoping to make it a
surprise party, possibly at Alexandra's. Do you think you can
come?"

"I'm sure I can," Cleo nodded. "He seems to be coping with
his father's death pretty well."

"Oh, I think so. He's doing all right, and Alexandra's doing a
lot to keep his spirits up. They make a great couple, don't
they?"

"Yeah. They're not saccharine-sweet. But...hey, are you sure
it's a good idea to yell 'Surprise!' at a guy who suffers from
PTSD?"

Jing-Mei paused to mull that over, and just then Luka came
on. He eyed the two women suspiciously for a moment, then
stalked over to them. "If you two are planning to do
something about my birthday, I swear I will put a curse on
you that will cause hair to grow on your chests and your
voices to deepen. I mean it...no parties!"

"It's your birthday, Luka? Really? When?" Jing-Mei asked
innocently.

"Oh, don't even *try* it, Jing-Mei. I can always tell when
you're planning something devious. Just put it out of your
mind." He glared down at her from his considerable height,
but she continued to look as innocent as a lamb. That only
annoyed Luka more, so he turned his gaze to Cleo. The
pediatrician only smiled sweetly and shrugged.

"We don't know nothin' 'bout no birthday parties, Dr. Kovac,"
Cleo said with a sweet smile.

He sighed, exasperated, and rolled his eyes. "Women!"

"Hey, now what's that supposed to mean? Can't we at least
say 'Happy Birthday' to you when...oh, you didn't tell us when
your birthday was."

"I'm not telling."

"Oh, come on, Luka!"

"All right, all right. The ninth."

"Aw...a Virgo baby," Cleo said, grinning.

"Don't tell me you believe in *that*, Cleo," Luka snapped.

"Not really. But it does explain a lot. The earth tones you
always wear, your old-fashioned values, and so on..."

"Cleo?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

Cleo only burst into laughter, leaning back against the
refrigerator so she could collect herself. Luka glowered at
them for a moment, then turned and left the lounge. Jing-Mei
giggled. "Isn't he just *adorable*?"

"Absolutely. Alexandra is one lucky woman."

The two women sat down at the table and began to
conspire.



9:30PM Luka and I eating pizza in my kitchen, talking about
the movies we selected at Blockbuster. I got 'Happy, Texas',
while he picked out 'Ed Wood'. While we were in the store,
he pretended he wanted to rent a Swedish flick, which I
thought was ridiculous. I tell him I had always imagined him
as the angora sweater type, which only made him grab me by
my wrists and kiss me. Then he did a really *bad* Bela
Lugosi imitation and started nibbling on my neck. A v. heavy
make-out session commenced and we almost forgot to watch
the movies (regrettably, our clothes remained *on*). He
thought 'Happy, Texas' quite funny, particularly the gay honky-
tonk dance scene and the little girls singing 'It's Oh So
Quiet'. 'Ed Wood' thoroughly bizarre. While we were making
out, Jing-Mei phoned.

"Have you thought about what to do for Luka's birthday?"

"Not really," I tell her. Luka is sitting on the couch, waiting
impatiently for me to return.

"Well, think, dammit. Cleo and I have told everybody about
it. Oh...one other thing. We're having the party at your
place."

"My place! Bloody hell! Do you have any idea how bad I am
at...uh...regrouting bathtubs?"

Luka gives me a strange look, but returns to his popcorn and
M&Ms.

"Grouting bathtubs? Oh, he's still there huh?"

"Yes, you're very bright, Jing-Mei."

"Well, listen. Dr. Weaver did a bit of research and found out
that Luka was born at seven thirty in the evening. So what
you'll do is get him *out* of your apartment for a while...take
him to dinner or something...and at about seven fifteen you'll
bring him back to your place and we'll do the whole 'surprise'
thing..."

"Jing-Mei, I'm hanging up!"

"Is he growing horns now?"

"Jing-Mei!"

"Bye." She is laughing.

"What was that all about?" Luka asked me when I sat down
beside him again. I cuddle up to him and put my arms
around his waist.

"Jing-Mei had some questions about regrouting her bathtub."

"Oh."

He gives me a look, and I do my best to look innocent. He
raises his eyebrow and I smile at him. "Are you going to stay
here tonight?"

"No. I don't think I can. I've got be at work at seven and I've
got administrative meetings to attend with Kerry."

"Oh, joy, oh rapture," I say glumly. Would really have loved
falling asleep with him again. For such a big, strong guy he is
so good at cuddling.

"Yeah. Hardly my idea of a great time."

"What's your idea of great time?" I ask him.

"Anything involving you. Preferably on a clothing
minimum/optional basis."

I pretend to be shocked, but...oh, how *sweet* of him! I'm
practically in tears. *No* man has ever said anything like
that to me before. He gives me a long, deep good night kiss,
and leaves, looking v. unwilling to leave, I must say. Cool
shower v. necessary tonight.

On to part 20b!