Title – Something Different, A Kerry Weaver/John Carter fanfic
Author - Cimerene
A special thankyou to Cathy for the title.. !
Spoilers – Not to my knowledge, but then you never know!
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“Mommy, how did you meet Daddy?” The small redheaded cherub was lying on the bed, clearly stalling. Kerry smiled at her young daughter, and pointedly tucked her covers tighter to her young body. “Are you sure you want to hear about that? What If I told you another story instead? One about Grandma?”
The little girl on the bed watched her mother with a solumn look on her face then spoke seriously.
“Daddy said, if it wasn’t for him, you’d have married a Noodlehead. Cause that’s who you dated before him. Would you have really married him Momma, and is Noodlehead a for real name or a made up dad one?”
Kerry shook her head slightly, trying deliberately not to think about what she would do when she got a hold of her husband. She ruffled her daughters hair, then sank gracefully down on a chair beside her.
“Well Pumpkin, I could tell you about the moment I met him, but if you really want to know what happened.. be prepared for a long story….….”
* * * * *
Kerry helped Lydia and Carter, push the gurney into trauma one. Together, they moved the young gunshot victim onto the bed. Garbed in protective gear and a pair of dark green scrubs, Kerry tore off a pair of disposable gloves and gratefully pulled on the new pair Lydia held out for her.
A fight had broken out at the local sports arena, injuring a good 40 plus people, 15 of the victims were transferred to county, with the rest being transferred to Mercy. Kerry fighting back a wave of exhaustion glanced though the glass partition to Mark just in time to see his patient code. He’d lost his battle. Kerry forced herself to return to her patient.
After a long and hectic twenty minutes passed, her small team, happily, yet wearily were able to turn their patient over to the surgical team patiently waiting. Relief warred briefly with exhaustion, fighting a yawn, Kerry glanced down at her blood stained scrubs, then up to the wall clock. She knew she had little time in which to clean up if she was to make her date for this evening on time. Glancing back at the clock, she noticed Carter. He was nervously looking from chairs back to the wall clock. Watching him for several moments, she finally came to a decision.
“Carter, I thought you were off at 7:00?” She spoke firmly, it was time the boss spoke to the young resident. She knew through the grapevine that he had a date, one that he’d been looking forward to for quite some time now. The least she could do was hurry him out the door, thoughts of her own date she purposely put aside. He meaningfully looked over to the patients still waiting.
“I was supposed to be, but…” he paused.
“Go, we got it.” She pointedly turned her back on him, knowing that he would be more likely to respond to her wishes if she ignored him. She knew that if she gave him the least bit of encouragement he would stay, and better that someone was able to enjoy them-self tonight.
‘Besides,’ she thought. ‘The next shift should be here shortly.’ Purposely, Kerry ignored the clock and yelled for Amira.
* * * * * * * * *
At a quarter to nine, Kerry stumbled through the doors to her house. She’d already called and rescheduled, now all she had to do was shower, change and look ravishing in 20 minutes, she knew if she hurried she would just barely make it.
* * * * * * * * *
One hour later and Kerry was bored, completely utterly and without a shadow of a doubt, bored. The last time she’d been this bored was when she’d sat behind a semi with a blown engine and was stuck in traffic for over an hour with nothing to read.
Her date had to be the most boring and self centered person she’d ever met. For this, she’d raced through her last 2 patients. She politely nodded to the gentleman who sat beside her as he made yet another boring point in his monologue. She’d decided within the first five minutes of her date, that spending an evening at home reading medical journals, was definetly preferrable to this fellow.
She was dressed in a brand new, light green, strapless dress, wearing small diamond earrings shaped like tiny teardrops. The color of her dress brought out the green in her eyes, it’s shape made her already curvascious body look even curvier, it was also totally wasted on her date. The gentleman sat before her, still droning on in his mundane way, totally unaware of her beauty.
John’s date had all the brain cells of a gnat. He watched as she twirled her straw, still talking endlessly in a high pitched voice, about how exciting the world of real estate was. How she was able to sell real estate in the first place was a wonder to him. This woman obviously sucked the
brain cells out of the nearest person and then forgot to use them.
He looked up relieved when the waitress brought them their drinks. He gratefully accepted the perrier and sipped it to kill time. ‘Just a few more hours,’ he thought. He placed the glass down then and adjusted his tie, trying not to fidget. It was a new one, dark blue and matched his shirt perfectly.
The woman who sat before him, was so into herself and what she did for a living, that he wondered if she even knew if he was in the room, or if she would notice if he left. The only thing keeping him here at the moment was the good manors that had been ingrained into him since childhood. Leaving had never looked so good.
* * * * *
Kerry nodded again, boredom rapidly overcoming her. If the hospital didn’t need that pharmaceutical grant so much, she’d be at home, in her jammie’s reading her latest medical journal. ‘Dam Robert for pressuring her into this.’
She sipped at her water, more to keep awake than for the actual need of liquid consumption. She’d decided early on in the evening to switch from wine to water, knowing that the more wine she drank, the more inclined she was likely to overdo it and tell this jerk exactly what she thought of him. She glanced around the crowded restaurant; the quiet murmering’s and the tall plants obscured the other diners from her view. To bad, she thought, at least if there was someone nearby she could concentrate on them instead of her date.
She looked longingly at the phone booths near the ladies room. A quick phone call to Jeannie and her beeper would start pinging. It was an arranged signal between them, something to be used only in her most desperate hour. She decided that this date was rapidly becoming an emergency of overwhelming proportions.
“Bob,” she sweetly told him. “I need to freshen up, I’ll be back in a few moments.” She noticed his blank look, sighed, and then bluntly told him, “ladies room,” before stalking off.
As she made her way towards the ladies room she ignored the looks from her nearby diners, her anger evident only in her flashing eyes..
* * * * *
John excused himself from his date, he hadn’t been so bored since the last party his gamma held. Thirty corporation vice presidents, accountants and 3 finance ministers and one E.R. Doc., it had not been a good combination. He headed towards the men’s room. He was sure if he paid Randi well enough she would page him, or he could just fake a phone call and tell Sheila that he had checked in and there was an emergency.
He impatiently looked for a phone, desperate to find a way out of his evening. He glanced around the room then spotted them, he weaved through the crowd his intent only on the phones before him, when he was suddenly hailed from across the room.
“Carter?”
