Hey. My name's Laura. Not first fan fiction but the first fic I have
written about ER, I have recently been sucked in by the Carby bug. This
story actually came to me through a dream, which was quite freaky. I fell
in love with the plot. Hope you guys like it and please review! Gotta love
the reviews! It's the only way I am gonna know whether it is worth
continuing.
***Laura***
- - -
He bolted upright, the white sheets that covered his legs flying off with the movement. His head spun as breaths came out of his mouth short and rapid. His eyes scanned the room, and eventually took in the familiar surroundings once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The breaths began to slow down, although they still suggested panic due to the quickened pace of breathing. He forced himself to calm down, as he knew he might hyperventilate if he continued like this. He continued to sit, as he rested his head back against the wooden headboard behind him. Suddenly movement was felt beside him as the bed sheets ruffled and a groan followed. This occurrence further startled him, as he was not aware, until this point, of another person being present in the room, let alone his bed. It was not until this person spoke that he finally obtained a sense of comfort.
"Carter?" She spoke in a sleep-laden voice, her voice croaking slightly, "Carter, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He spoke between breaths that were slowly beginning to calm down. "It's nothing Abby."
She rolled over onto her side to look up at him. Although his voice declared he was OK, his expression read completely differently, it did not look like it was nothing. She placed a hand on the skin of his thigh that was rested beside her and rubbed it in a gesture of comfort.
His eyes found hers immediately and he smiled. "It was a nightmare, just a nightmare." He began to lie back down besides her and snaked his arms around her waste. Abby turned around in his hold, so her back was placed against his chest. She felt secure like this, protected, but with her back pressed so close to his chest, she could detect his pounding heart. This time it was him that needed to feel protected. As Carter placed his chin on her shoulder, Abby snuggled her head up close to his face. She kissed his cheek with a lingering kiss, filled with warmth. She felt his heart beat begin to slow and minutes later, they were both in a deep slumber once more.
- - -
The alarm sounded at 6am, filling the room with a shrilling beep. Not one of them stirred, and so the sound continued. A minute later, Carter uttered a small chuckle into Abby's hair. This had been the same routine for the past month - they would both lie in bed, waiting for the other one to turn off the alarm. Carter's argument had always been that it was Abby's apartment, and so she should be the one to turn it off. Abby's counter argument however was that the few nights they spent together at his place, she was always the one made to turn the alarm off even then. Eventually, Carter reached a long arm over to the bedside cabinet and hit the button. The beeping stopped. The arm returned to its initial place around Abby's waste. Carter leaned over and placed his lips above her ear, "and that was only to stop you digging into me and spoiling my few minutes left in this bed with you."
Abby turned around in his arms to face him, looking into his eyes for a small moment with an intent stare and concluded, placing her lips onto his with a short but lingering kiss. "Good Morning" she smiled up at him.
He smiled back at her, pushing a strand of her dark hair that had strayed in front of her face, behind her ear. "Good Morning to you too."
"Do we have to go in today?" She moaned ever so slightly, still looking intently into his eyes.
Carter chuckled at her whines. He found it adorable. "Well, technically, no, we don't Ihave/I to but that would be a bad idea. I do not want Weaver on my back for the next month. Think of it this way though, we both have the same shift today, meaning we start and finish together, meaning I get to spend the whole day around you. I say that's a bonus."
Abby sighed, still lying contentedly in her partner's arms. "Wrong there. I had my shift changed yesterday; sorry I forgot to tell you. I'm not on until nine this morning, meaning I finish two hours later which sucks, but I'm covering for Lilly who has to take her puppy to the vets, so I'm being a good person, think of it that way."
"I'd prefer you to be a bad person if it meant spending more time with you, but I guess I could settle with a good person . . . as long as the bad person returns tonight." He added cheekily.
"Hey!" Abby prodded him in the ribs, then started kissing the man besides her and giggling slightly as she rolled on top of Carter, straddling him as he lay on his back. They continued kissing passionately, the signature kiss of any new couple. Carter's hands roamed in Abby's hair, as her hands grasped the shirt covering his shoulders, pulling him further towards her. Moments later, they both broke the kiss and stared at each other with pure happiness. Suddenly Abby began to giggle.
"What's wrong now?" Carter asked sarcastically.
"Thanks God for the underwear we put back on last night" she continued to giggle. "Other wise we would be looking at you being a little late for work!"
"Was that a sign for 'get your butt out of this bed and ready for work'?" he asked.
"Well done! He's catching on." She replied mockingly.
He leant down and kissed her once more, as his hands found their way to her waste and suddenly began tickling her. She screamed as she broke the kiss and attempted to push at his chest.
I"Stop it Carter!!! I'm warning you! Stop this!"/I
He laughed at her attempt at fury. "Well, do you promise not to patronize me again?"
"I promise, I really do."
His hands removed themselves from her body, as he crawled off of her and jumped down onto the carpeted floor. He turned around to face her and laughed when he saw her scowling expression.
"You know I hate you doing that."
"Which is exactly why I did it."
"Just . . . just go get ready." She ordered.
Carter stood straight and lifted a hand to his head in a salute. "Yes ma'am!"
Abby threw her hand up, motioning for him to head into the bathroom. He smiled and followed her order, heading for the bathroom door. The door to the bathroom was situated on the wall adjacent to the bed, so Abby had the ability to still hold a conversation with Carter.
"Hey, I forgot to ask. What was the diagnosis of the little girl who came in with dizziness and nausea yesterday?"
"You worked on Becca?"
"Becca, yeah that was her name. Yeah, I saw her when her Mom bought her in. I sat her down, calmed her a little. She was a nice kid."
Carter did not respond for a few seconds. "She has leukemia."
Now it was Abby's turn not to respond. Carter felt sympathy for her as he stood in the bathroom. Sometimes she did get a little attached to children, as they all did. He had felt exactly the same when he had gotten her labs back. He finished cleaning his teeth, and left the bathroom to check on Abby. She was lying in the bed staring at a blank spot on the ceiling. Carter smiled to himself; it was her thinking face. He bent over and kissed her lightly on the head. Abby immediately came back to reality.
"You OK?" He asked her softly.
Abby smiled. His voice of concern almost made her melt inside. Thinking back she couldn't think of another man who had had this much love and respect for her. "Yeah, just took me by surprise."
He bent forward to pull her into an embrace. "I know."
The hug lasted a few seconds, and then a thought came to Abby and she pulled away, looked Carter in the eyes. "Hey, I should be the one asking if you're OK."
Carter looked at her with puzzlement. "If I'm OK about Becca? She's a patient Abby, not my."
Abby cut him off. "No no no. In the night.you woke up panting? You scared me for a second there, you OK now?"
Carter's expression changed to one of realization. "Oooh! Yeah, I'm fine now. It was a nightmare that's all. Shook me up a little."
"What about?" She asked, curious as to what could shake him up that much.
"That's the thing, I cannot remember at all. I mean usually when I have dreams, I can at least remember parts, but I cannot remember anything at all, just this feeling of dread and that turned to fear when I awoke."
Abby smiled up at him. "Freak."
Carter put on an expression of mock shock. "Hey! Why am I a freak?"
"Well, I mean everyone remembers their dreams. Apart from you, John Carter."
He held up his hands to her, wiggling his fingers. "You want me to use these on you again?"
Abby laughed. "Well it depends in what means you would be using them. If last night was any way to go by, then go right ahead, but if this morning is what you are meaning - noooooo way!"
"You're too cocky, you know that?"
She smiled triumphantly. "Yeah, I know."
Carter turned his back and returned to the bathroom. Abby heard running water so she assumed he was finally getting into the shower. She looked at the clock. It read 6:15am. "Carter you have fifteen minutes to get out of the house!" She shouted to him. She wasn't sure if he had heard her when he didn't reply.
"Plenty of time!" He shouted back moments later.
Abby sighed to herself, how could a man be so stubborn? She then thought it was about time that she got out of bed. She swung her feet off of the edge of the double bed and made her way towards her closet. She had just over two hours before she needed to be out of the house and on her way to County General. She looked in her closet and an idea came to her head. She pulled out her jogging pants and a T-shirt. She had not been for a jog in ages, and this morning she needed something to wake her up before her ten-hour shift. After changing her underwear, she pulled on the pants and shirt and looked in the mirror to see how terrible she looked in these clothes.
"Shit." She muttered when spotting the huge ketchup stain on the front of the shirt. IWhy the hell did I put this back in my closet? /I She asked herself. Then realization hit and she realized it probably wasn't her who had put it back. It was probably John trying to be helpful. "Men." She mumbled. She began searching her closet for another shirt but could not find one. Thinking about it, she probably did not own more than one T- shirt. They were kind of ugly looking anyway. She was about to give up on the idea of a morning jog when she spotted Carter's T-shirt he had worn after his shift last night thrown over the back of the chair besides the bed. She walked over and grabbed it. She took in a deep breath as she prepared for the horrible task of checking whether the shirt was actually clean. She sniffed it and smiled. Smelled clean enough to her, he must have only worn it for a few hours last night, between putting it on after work and her pulling it off of him last night. She smiled at that as she pulled it on over her head. She felt like a silly schoolgirl when she felt her stomach flip as the smell of Carter surrounded her. She began tucking the bottom right into her pants as the T-shirt swamped her small frame. She was in mid tucking mode when she heard a cough come from the doorway of the bathroom. She turned around guiltily to see Carter standing there. Guilt suddenly turned to pleasure as she stared at her man, bare-chested, dripping wet and towel clad. This was the best part of her mornings spent with him.
"And what do you think you're doing with my shirt?"
She was trying to piece her words together. "Um, uh well.."
"Spit it out."
"Well you put my shirt back in my closet dirty so I thought the least you could do would be to let me borrow yours."
"And what if I say no huh?" He asked, walking over to her slowly.
"Well I'd say tough."
"You do look kinda cute in it."
"Why thank you. You look kinda hot in that towel too."
They both started sniggering at one another's comments.
"So, why are you dressed like you're about to take part in World's Strongest Man?" He asked her matter-of-factly as he searched for his bag that contained a fresh set of clothes.
"I'm going jogging in Bemis Wood before my shift. Figured it would wake me up a little and besides, I have put on a few extra pounds these past two weeks, just sitting around with you."
"And you say it like it's a bad thing."
"It is, me putting on weight!" She exclaimed.
Carter looked up at her from his seated position on the edge of the bed, as he fought to put his pants on. "You look perfect."
She blushed slightly and looked down at the floor for a second.
"Oh don't go shy on my Abigail Lockhart! You love it."
She walked over to him, placing her hands on either side of his face and pulling his head down as she kissed him on the forehead. "I know."
- - -
He bolted upright, the white sheets that covered his legs flying off with the movement. His head spun as breaths came out of his mouth short and rapid. His eyes scanned the room, and eventually took in the familiar surroundings once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The breaths began to slow down, although they still suggested panic due to the quickened pace of breathing. He forced himself to calm down, as he knew he might hyperventilate if he continued like this. He continued to sit, as he rested his head back against the wooden headboard behind him. Suddenly movement was felt beside him as the bed sheets ruffled and a groan followed. This occurrence further startled him, as he was not aware, until this point, of another person being present in the room, let alone his bed. It was not until this person spoke that he finally obtained a sense of comfort.
"Carter?" She spoke in a sleep-laden voice, her voice croaking slightly, "Carter, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He spoke between breaths that were slowly beginning to calm down. "It's nothing Abby."
She rolled over onto her side to look up at him. Although his voice declared he was OK, his expression read completely differently, it did not look like it was nothing. She placed a hand on the skin of his thigh that was rested beside her and rubbed it in a gesture of comfort.
His eyes found hers immediately and he smiled. "It was a nightmare, just a nightmare." He began to lie back down besides her and snaked his arms around her waste. Abby turned around in his hold, so her back was placed against his chest. She felt secure like this, protected, but with her back pressed so close to his chest, she could detect his pounding heart. This time it was him that needed to feel protected. As Carter placed his chin on her shoulder, Abby snuggled her head up close to his face. She kissed his cheek with a lingering kiss, filled with warmth. She felt his heart beat begin to slow and minutes later, they were both in a deep slumber once more.
- - -
The alarm sounded at 6am, filling the room with a shrilling beep. Not one of them stirred, and so the sound continued. A minute later, Carter uttered a small chuckle into Abby's hair. This had been the same routine for the past month - they would both lie in bed, waiting for the other one to turn off the alarm. Carter's argument had always been that it was Abby's apartment, and so she should be the one to turn it off. Abby's counter argument however was that the few nights they spent together at his place, she was always the one made to turn the alarm off even then. Eventually, Carter reached a long arm over to the bedside cabinet and hit the button. The beeping stopped. The arm returned to its initial place around Abby's waste. Carter leaned over and placed his lips above her ear, "and that was only to stop you digging into me and spoiling my few minutes left in this bed with you."
Abby turned around in his arms to face him, looking into his eyes for a small moment with an intent stare and concluded, placing her lips onto his with a short but lingering kiss. "Good Morning" she smiled up at him.
He smiled back at her, pushing a strand of her dark hair that had strayed in front of her face, behind her ear. "Good Morning to you too."
"Do we have to go in today?" She moaned ever so slightly, still looking intently into his eyes.
Carter chuckled at her whines. He found it adorable. "Well, technically, no, we don't Ihave/I to but that would be a bad idea. I do not want Weaver on my back for the next month. Think of it this way though, we both have the same shift today, meaning we start and finish together, meaning I get to spend the whole day around you. I say that's a bonus."
Abby sighed, still lying contentedly in her partner's arms. "Wrong there. I had my shift changed yesterday; sorry I forgot to tell you. I'm not on until nine this morning, meaning I finish two hours later which sucks, but I'm covering for Lilly who has to take her puppy to the vets, so I'm being a good person, think of it that way."
"I'd prefer you to be a bad person if it meant spending more time with you, but I guess I could settle with a good person . . . as long as the bad person returns tonight." He added cheekily.
"Hey!" Abby prodded him in the ribs, then started kissing the man besides her and giggling slightly as she rolled on top of Carter, straddling him as he lay on his back. They continued kissing passionately, the signature kiss of any new couple. Carter's hands roamed in Abby's hair, as her hands grasped the shirt covering his shoulders, pulling him further towards her. Moments later, they both broke the kiss and stared at each other with pure happiness. Suddenly Abby began to giggle.
"What's wrong now?" Carter asked sarcastically.
"Thanks God for the underwear we put back on last night" she continued to giggle. "Other wise we would be looking at you being a little late for work!"
"Was that a sign for 'get your butt out of this bed and ready for work'?" he asked.
"Well done! He's catching on." She replied mockingly.
He leant down and kissed her once more, as his hands found their way to her waste and suddenly began tickling her. She screamed as she broke the kiss and attempted to push at his chest.
I"Stop it Carter!!! I'm warning you! Stop this!"/I
He laughed at her attempt at fury. "Well, do you promise not to patronize me again?"
"I promise, I really do."
His hands removed themselves from her body, as he crawled off of her and jumped down onto the carpeted floor. He turned around to face her and laughed when he saw her scowling expression.
"You know I hate you doing that."
"Which is exactly why I did it."
"Just . . . just go get ready." She ordered.
Carter stood straight and lifted a hand to his head in a salute. "Yes ma'am!"
Abby threw her hand up, motioning for him to head into the bathroom. He smiled and followed her order, heading for the bathroom door. The door to the bathroom was situated on the wall adjacent to the bed, so Abby had the ability to still hold a conversation with Carter.
"Hey, I forgot to ask. What was the diagnosis of the little girl who came in with dizziness and nausea yesterday?"
"You worked on Becca?"
"Becca, yeah that was her name. Yeah, I saw her when her Mom bought her in. I sat her down, calmed her a little. She was a nice kid."
Carter did not respond for a few seconds. "She has leukemia."
Now it was Abby's turn not to respond. Carter felt sympathy for her as he stood in the bathroom. Sometimes she did get a little attached to children, as they all did. He had felt exactly the same when he had gotten her labs back. He finished cleaning his teeth, and left the bathroom to check on Abby. She was lying in the bed staring at a blank spot on the ceiling. Carter smiled to himself; it was her thinking face. He bent over and kissed her lightly on the head. Abby immediately came back to reality.
"You OK?" He asked her softly.
Abby smiled. His voice of concern almost made her melt inside. Thinking back she couldn't think of another man who had had this much love and respect for her. "Yeah, just took me by surprise."
He bent forward to pull her into an embrace. "I know."
The hug lasted a few seconds, and then a thought came to Abby and she pulled away, looked Carter in the eyes. "Hey, I should be the one asking if you're OK."
Carter looked at her with puzzlement. "If I'm OK about Becca? She's a patient Abby, not my."
Abby cut him off. "No no no. In the night.you woke up panting? You scared me for a second there, you OK now?"
Carter's expression changed to one of realization. "Oooh! Yeah, I'm fine now. It was a nightmare that's all. Shook me up a little."
"What about?" She asked, curious as to what could shake him up that much.
"That's the thing, I cannot remember at all. I mean usually when I have dreams, I can at least remember parts, but I cannot remember anything at all, just this feeling of dread and that turned to fear when I awoke."
Abby smiled up at him. "Freak."
Carter put on an expression of mock shock. "Hey! Why am I a freak?"
"Well, I mean everyone remembers their dreams. Apart from you, John Carter."
He held up his hands to her, wiggling his fingers. "You want me to use these on you again?"
Abby laughed. "Well it depends in what means you would be using them. If last night was any way to go by, then go right ahead, but if this morning is what you are meaning - noooooo way!"
"You're too cocky, you know that?"
She smiled triumphantly. "Yeah, I know."
Carter turned his back and returned to the bathroom. Abby heard running water so she assumed he was finally getting into the shower. She looked at the clock. It read 6:15am. "Carter you have fifteen minutes to get out of the house!" She shouted to him. She wasn't sure if he had heard her when he didn't reply.
"Plenty of time!" He shouted back moments later.
Abby sighed to herself, how could a man be so stubborn? She then thought it was about time that she got out of bed. She swung her feet off of the edge of the double bed and made her way towards her closet. She had just over two hours before she needed to be out of the house and on her way to County General. She looked in her closet and an idea came to her head. She pulled out her jogging pants and a T-shirt. She had not been for a jog in ages, and this morning she needed something to wake her up before her ten-hour shift. After changing her underwear, she pulled on the pants and shirt and looked in the mirror to see how terrible she looked in these clothes.
"Shit." She muttered when spotting the huge ketchup stain on the front of the shirt. IWhy the hell did I put this back in my closet? /I She asked herself. Then realization hit and she realized it probably wasn't her who had put it back. It was probably John trying to be helpful. "Men." She mumbled. She began searching her closet for another shirt but could not find one. Thinking about it, she probably did not own more than one T- shirt. They were kind of ugly looking anyway. She was about to give up on the idea of a morning jog when she spotted Carter's T-shirt he had worn after his shift last night thrown over the back of the chair besides the bed. She walked over and grabbed it. She took in a deep breath as she prepared for the horrible task of checking whether the shirt was actually clean. She sniffed it and smiled. Smelled clean enough to her, he must have only worn it for a few hours last night, between putting it on after work and her pulling it off of him last night. She smiled at that as she pulled it on over her head. She felt like a silly schoolgirl when she felt her stomach flip as the smell of Carter surrounded her. She began tucking the bottom right into her pants as the T-shirt swamped her small frame. She was in mid tucking mode when she heard a cough come from the doorway of the bathroom. She turned around guiltily to see Carter standing there. Guilt suddenly turned to pleasure as she stared at her man, bare-chested, dripping wet and towel clad. This was the best part of her mornings spent with him.
"And what do you think you're doing with my shirt?"
She was trying to piece her words together. "Um, uh well.."
"Spit it out."
"Well you put my shirt back in my closet dirty so I thought the least you could do would be to let me borrow yours."
"And what if I say no huh?" He asked, walking over to her slowly.
"Well I'd say tough."
"You do look kinda cute in it."
"Why thank you. You look kinda hot in that towel too."
They both started sniggering at one another's comments.
"So, why are you dressed like you're about to take part in World's Strongest Man?" He asked her matter-of-factly as he searched for his bag that contained a fresh set of clothes.
"I'm going jogging in Bemis Wood before my shift. Figured it would wake me up a little and besides, I have put on a few extra pounds these past two weeks, just sitting around with you."
"And you say it like it's a bad thing."
"It is, me putting on weight!" She exclaimed.
Carter looked up at her from his seated position on the edge of the bed, as he fought to put his pants on. "You look perfect."
She blushed slightly and looked down at the floor for a second.
"Oh don't go shy on my Abigail Lockhart! You love it."
She walked over to him, placing her hands on either side of his face and pulling his head down as she kissed him on the forehead. "I know."