Interlewd part 3
(and I am well aware that that's not the correct spelling <g>)

This is another part in my ongoing Dave and Luka slash fic saga.
Previous installments of this fic are Waiting, Rendezvous in Radiology, Waiting for Christmas, Waiting for a Valentine, Waiting for Release, A Test of Love, Stranger things have happened.

And if anyone comments about how 'Dave is acting differently than on the show', well that's because unlike TPTB, *I* have given him some character development in the last year.
Thanks to Monica for being my muse for part 2.



Previously on ER
Dave and Luka have been living together for almost a year now (and screwing each other senseless at almost every opportunity). After an AIDS scare at work, Luka realized how much Dave meant to him and proposed to him. Although not legally able to 'marry' they are organizing a ceremony at which they will declare their commitment to each other. Dave asked Carter, and Luka asked Kerry to be their 'best men' for the occasion. Wedding invitations have now been sent out, and plans are underway.



Luka interrupted Dave, "Actually, I was just about to tell her who my 'bride to be' is."

Dave looked puzzled but didn't say anything.

Luka put his arm around Dave and turned to Carol saying, "Carol; I would like you to meet Dave Malucci...my betrothed."

Carol's eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed without saying anything.



About half an hour later, Carol was sitting in the lounge; still thinking about what Luka had told her. She could hardly believe it...Luka and Dave Malucci...of all the people he could have gotten involved with. Before she had a chance to really talk to him however, a trauma had come in that had required his immediate attention, so she had made her way to the lounge.

"Carol?"

Looking up at the sound of her name, she forced a smile onto her face at the sight of Kerry limping in.

"Hello Kerry, I was visiting my mother and I thought I'd call in and see how everyone was doing."

"Yes, Luka told me you were here. I suppose you've heard his big news?" Kerry watched as a flicker of annoyance crossed Carol's face, before the features rearranged themselves into a carefully neutral expression.

"Yes I heard," said Carol. "I still can hardly believe it. I mean, talk about opposites attracting. Luka's so mature...so sensitive. And Dave...well, he's just Dave. I'd have never believed they were a couple."

Kerry tried to hide her irritation. "Well, of course you haven't seen them together the past year like the rest of us have. Luka has been a very steadying influence on Dave, and there's been a noticeable difference in him."

Carol raised an eyebrow. "We are talking about the same guy who spends more time playing wheelchair hockey than seeing patients? Next thing you'll be telling me he's been made Chief Resident."

"No," said Kerry, "He's not applying until he finishes his fourth year, but between you and me, he's way ahead of the competition." She saw the look of shock on Carol's face and made a mental note to speak to Dave about the subject of Chief Resident. Although she had only made the comment to see its effect on Carol, the idea was quite a reasonable one. Dave's work and attitude to it had improved immensely over the past year and if he wanted the position he would be a strong candidate for it. "We've all changed a lot in the past year Carol. Some of us more than others."



Carol was reflecting on Kerry's words as she sat in Doc Magoo's with a cup of coffee growing cold in front of her. Maybe Kerry was right...maybe Luka and Dave were a perfect couple...but a part of her rebelled at the thought of them together...it just didn't seem 'right'...not that she was homophobic or anything, but the two of them were such complete opposites in character.

"May I join you?"

Carol looked up and smiled warmly at Luka. "Of course," she said.

Luka brushed a few raindrops off his clothes before sitting down opposite Carol. "You picked a bad time to visit Chicago. I don't think the weather has been this bad for a while."

"Maybe you should have gone to the hospital canteen for your break."

Luka shrugged, "Haleh mentioned that you were over here. I thought I should talk to you...as we did not get the opportunity earlier."

"Well, I suppose work *has* to come first," said Carol with a wry smile. "Don't worry about it."

"You seemed rather...surprised at the news."

"That's an understatement," said Carol, a trace of sarcasm in her voice. "I really don't understand it...I mean, I'm not surprised at Malucci. Hell, he'd screw anything that moved...but you? I never realized that you were gay."

Luka suppressed a trace of irritation as he listened to Carol's derogatory comments about Dave. "I am not gay," he said evenly.

"Well, bisexual then...I mean, I don't have a problem with it...I just wish you'd told me."

Luka sighed, "Carol, I am not gay or bisexual."

"Then what are you doing with Malucci? Trying to get a green card?" asked Carol jokingly.

"I am in love with Dave," said Luka simply. "We have been through a lot together and know that our love is real. And so we wish to declare our love and show our commitment to each other before our families and friends. In spite of the fact that we have not been in contact for over a year, I thought that you would still be happy that I had finally found a soul mate...someone to share my hopes and dreams...someone to spend the rest of my life with..."

"Oh I am happy for you," interrupted Carol. "It's just...well, I mean if I had to pick a male partner for you, then Malucci would be the last person I'd think of. I honestly thought you had better taste than that."

That was the final straw thought Luka. In as carefully neutral a voice as he could muster, he said, "Well we both know that my taste has always been 'questionable'. After all...I was dating you for a while." Luka pushed himself up from his seat and moved out into the aisle. "I think that under the circumstances it would be better if you did not attend the wedding. Have a nice life Carol."

Carol stared open mouthed as Luka moved towards the door. "Luka," she finally managed to call. "Don't walk away." But Luka either didn't hear, or was ignoring her.

Slumping back in her seat Carol realized with a twinge of guilt, that she had gone a bit too far. She had had no right to say all those things to Luka about Dave. Whatever her personal feelings on the matter were irrelevant. Both men were old enough to make their own decisions and if they decided that they wanted to get 'married' then that was there business. And if Carol was being totally honest with herself, she had to admit that part of the reason she was behaving like this was jealousy over the fact that Luka had managed to move on from her so quickly. Not that she had wanted him to wallow in despair after her departure...but it would have been nice to know that she'd had *some* sort of effect on him. Sighing she realized that she hadn't said one word of congratulations to either of them...well, chasing them down in the ER was probably not a good idea, but once she got home to Seattle then she'd write to Luka and apologize to him. He deserved that much.



"Anyone seen Luka?" asked Dave, as he walked up to reception.

"He's on his break," said Randi, not looking up from her magazine. "Think he headed for Doc Magoo's."

"Didn't Carol say she was going there for coffee earlier?" asked Mark, a little nastily. "Maybe he wanted to 'catch up on old times' with her."

He winced as Haleh dug him in the ribs before saying, "I don't think he knew she was there."

Dave's face was stony as he said, "Oh...well, I'm just finished." He shifted his bag into a more comfortable position on his shoulder and said, "Tell him I'll see him at home." Then head down, he headed for the exit.

Haleh glared at Mark. "What the hell did you want to say something like that for?"



Alone at the apartment, Dave sat brooding. What if Mark had been right and Luka was 'catching up on old times' with Carol? What if while talking to her she managed to persuade him that he could do better? Dave was well aware of her low opinion of him and while he knew that Luka loved him...he was still worried. After all, Luka and Carol had been pretty tight before she did a runner to Seattle. Shit, what if she had come back solely to pick up where she had left off. Dave pushed himself out of the chair and started pacing.

The sound of a key in the lock distracted him and he looked at the door apprehensively.

"Hi horny, I'm home," called Luka cheerfully. He stopped in surprise at the sight of Dave watching him nervously. "What's wrong? Has something happened?" Luka dropped his bag and went to Dave. Putting his arms around him, he asked again, "What's wrong?" The concern and tenderness in his voice were obvious to Dave.

"Nothing's wrong," said Dave, relaxing into Luka's strong arms. "I...I just...Mark said you'd gone to Doc Magoo's to catch up with Carol...and...and I just thought...you and she..." His voice trailed off and he looked away.

Luka caught Dave's chin and turned his head to face him. "You thought that Carol and I were talking as more than just friends?"

Dave nodded reluctantly. "I was afraid that...you know, you seeing her again...I mean, she was your last girlfriend...I didn't want her to take you away from me..."

"Dave Dave Dave," said Luka hugging him closely. "Nobody...and I mean *nobody* is ever going to take me away from you. You are my life now and I cannot live without you. Soon we shall stand up in front of our friends and family and declare our love to the world. You are my soul mate...and I will never, but never let you go. I love you little one."

"Show me," said Dave hoarsely. "Right here, right now...show me."

Luka didn't need a second invitation. It was the work of only a few minutes for him to spread the cushions on the floor and push Dave face down on top of them. A few more minutes and enough of Dave's clothing had been removed to reveal his ass just waiting for Luka's attention. And it was not disappointed. Luka bent his head to Dave's butt cheeks and slowly started kissing them, murmuring softly as he did so. Stopping only briefly to retrieve and apply the lubricant, he eased himself gently into his lover.
"I love you Dave Malucci," he called out just before he came.

Collapsing limply against Dave's body, he whispered in his ear. "I love you Dave Malucci."




The End....of *this* segment

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