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Title: Working title is "Somewhere I Belong."
rating: Eh.
shipper: Jinter friendship.
song: Please. It's by Linkin Park
Story: Post ep to Jing Mei's last ep. Say she makes a phone call.
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own..
She stepped back. Actually, Greg held her back, his arm across her chest, pressing her against the wall as the men covered in orange or navy blue, she couldn't rememeber, took the gurney out of the house. The air around them almost in a quick second seemed freer.
He turned his eyes away from her and moved to shut the door behind the coroner. His hand rested on the doorknob, and Jing Mei shook her head.
Greg walked out and closed the door quietly. When it clicked, Jing Mei sank to the floor, head in her hands as she cried.
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
Erase all the pain till it’s gone
"Deb quit". Susan raised an eyebrow, waiting for Carter's reply. The hospital was slowing emptying, patients nodding off in the beds or wheeled off to different departments, waiting for tests and x-rays.
He stood before her, blank. His hand absentmindly slipped into his coat pocket, fingering the small square hidden under papers that was his pager. It was the same drill. In an hour she'd call, and he'd go over, they'd talk, and in a few days, she'd be back. Jing Mei always came back.
"Carter, PHONE!", Frank yelled.
He picked up the receiver and took a deep breath, before sinking into the chair. "I'll be right there,"
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
He came into the front door to see a fury of papers. She was flustered, her ponytail messy, cheeks red, eyes swollen. Without even realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She looked up, startled to see him.
Carter took a deep breath, tredging through the mess to stand in front of her chair, waiting for her to wrap her arms around him and let him hold her.
"I need a ride to the airport ", her voice was rough and cracked. She looked up at him, but kept her eyes close. "I've got to go."
He kissed the top of her head and watched as she pulled away and tried to straighten herself out.
"I've got to leave, John" she said softly.
rating: Eh.
shipper: Jinter friendship.
song: Please. It's by Linkin Park
Story: Post ep to Jing Mei's last ep. Say she makes a phone call.
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own..
She stepped back. Actually, Greg held her back, his arm across her chest, pressing her against the wall as the men covered in orange or navy blue, she couldn't rememeber, took the gurney out of the house. The air around them almost in a quick second seemed freer.
He turned his eyes away from her and moved to shut the door behind the coroner. His hand rested on the doorknob, and Jing Mei shook her head.
Greg walked out and closed the door quietly. When it clicked, Jing Mei sank to the floor, head in her hands as she cried.
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
Erase all the pain till it’s gone
"Deb quit". Susan raised an eyebrow, waiting for Carter's reply. The hospital was slowing emptying, patients nodding off in the beds or wheeled off to different departments, waiting for tests and x-rays.
He stood before her, blank. His hand absentmindly slipped into his coat pocket, fingering the small square hidden under papers that was his pager. It was the same drill. In an hour she'd call, and he'd go over, they'd talk, and in a few days, she'd be back. Jing Mei always came back.
"Carter, PHONE!", Frank yelled.
He picked up the receiver and took a deep breath, before sinking into the chair. "I'll be right there,"
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
He came into the front door to see a fury of papers. She was flustered, her ponytail messy, cheeks red, eyes swollen. Without even realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She looked up, startled to see him.
Carter took a deep breath, tredging through the mess to stand in front of her chair, waiting for her to wrap her arms around him and let him hold her.
"I need a ride to the airport ", her voice was rough and cracked. She looked up at him, but kept her eyes close. "I've got to go."
He kissed the top of her head and watched as she pulled away and tried to straighten herself out.
"I've got to leave, John" she said softly.