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Title: Secret of Life
Rating: Heavy PG-13, maybe light R
Notes: I thought the ER Muse had left me forever. However, I was ranting earlier about why I don’t like ER anymore, and BAM. This hit me. So. Here it is. Please bear in mind that I haven’t actually seen a whole episode of ER since… um. A long time.
Abby doesn’t know if this is part of the effect of being held at gunpoint in the not-so-distant past, or if it’s her frustration with the current and extremely unimportant fucked up social problems of the people she works with, or her frustration with her own current and extremely unimportant fucked up social problems, or if it’s the result of Neela showing up at three in the morning, sobbing because a long-distance relationship is just too goddamn hard.
Maybe she’s nostalgic for the days when working in a hospital meant something. Perhaps she just wants to see if she can still do something because it makes her happy, and not to prove to others that she’s just fine, when really she thinks she’s dying. Or, more likely, already dead and just trying to cover the stink of her decay with false smiles and laughter.
She doesn’t know, and frankly, she doesn’t care. Whatever it is, she’s glad of it, because it’s the only reason she had the courage today to back Neela into a corner and kiss her senseless.
And it’s just a bonus that, as their lips crash together again and again, that heavy bowling ball sized lump of ice living in the pit of her stomach starts to melt. Its just a fringe benefit that somewhere between the scrape of Neela’s teeth on her bottom lip and the hand sneaking past the waistband of her jeans, Abby realizes that life doesn’t have to suck as much as everyone else thinks it does.
Rating: Heavy PG-13, maybe light R
Notes: I thought the ER Muse had left me forever. However, I was ranting earlier about why I don’t like ER anymore, and BAM. This hit me. So. Here it is. Please bear in mind that I haven’t actually seen a whole episode of ER since… um. A long time.
Abby doesn’t know if this is part of the effect of being held at gunpoint in the not-so-distant past, or if it’s her frustration with the current and extremely unimportant fucked up social problems of the people she works with, or her frustration with her own current and extremely unimportant fucked up social problems, or if it’s the result of Neela showing up at three in the morning, sobbing because a long-distance relationship is just too goddamn hard.
Maybe she’s nostalgic for the days when working in a hospital meant something. Perhaps she just wants to see if she can still do something because it makes her happy, and not to prove to others that she’s just fine, when really she thinks she’s dying. Or, more likely, already dead and just trying to cover the stink of her decay with false smiles and laughter.
She doesn’t know, and frankly, she doesn’t care. Whatever it is, she’s glad of it, because it’s the only reason she had the courage today to back Neela into a corner and kiss her senseless.
And it’s just a bonus that, as their lips crash together again and again, that heavy bowling ball sized lump of ice living in the pit of her stomach starts to melt. Its just a fringe benefit that somewhere between the scrape of Neela’s teeth on her bottom lip and the hand sneaking past the waistband of her jeans, Abby realizes that life doesn’t have to suck as much as everyone else thinks it does.