"Open Door"
Author: Caran
Category: JC/KW
Summery: part 1/?
Disclaimer: Um... I don't own any one of the characters in this story,
but I can pretend, can't I?  I'll be sure to remember to thank everyone
when I get my Oscar.
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to Caran. I want to hear from you!
Without further ado...

It was 9:05 P.M. on a Sunday evening, and Kerry Weaver had nothing to do
but hope someone would call her and beg her to take a shift.  An
organized person, she had spent all day cleaning house, and listening to
Grace Jones tapes.  A few days ago John Carter had gotten back from rehab
in Atlanta.  She checked to make sure he had someone to stay with, but he
had just smiled sheepishly and said he'd found someone.  Most of the
time, his parents were too busy visiting places to even care what was
going on in John's life.  She had no idea how his grandfather would
react, since he held John responsible for Chase's condition.  John was a
scapegoat in his family.  He loved his parents, but it seemed his parents
didn't love him back.  And Kerry knew the feeling.  Why did her mother
ever have her in the first place if she knew she couldn't take care of
them?
    Kerry had always admired Carter for his leadership skills, his charm,
his dedication.  Going back to work in a place where you were stabbed in?
 That took more moxie then Kerry could ever achieve.  She could never go
through what John went through.  He had always been a friend to her, but
lately she felt deeper feeling for him.  She knew he didn't see her as a
wooden bitch, like some of the other hospital workers.
"File's done!"
A monotonous voice came from the computer.  Kerry was downloading updates
for her software, baking cookies, and doing a load of laundry at the same
time, trying to simulate the chaos of her job.  "Accept no substitutes,"
she muttered to herself.  She'd never admit it, but she was an adrenaline
junkie.
    The doorbell rang. Hastily wiping her hands on her apron, she opened the
door.  There was a man at her door.  His eyes looked tired,  his
shoulders sagged as though he had been defeated, and he had three
suitcases.
"John?" asked Kerry bewildered.
The figure gave a nervous smile as he around him.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Yeah, it's me."

 

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