Summary: Yet another bad day for Abby!

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Abby stamped into the ER, her break over. Her mood still the same as it was three days ago. She had yelled at a couple more pedestrian on her way over today. Still, it didn't make her feel any better. There was only one person she wanted to yell at and he wasn't around.

Boston. What was in Boston anyway? 'It's not like he's even close to his Father,' she thought. Well he could stay there for all she cared. He probably would anyway. He had probably found another empty headed solcialite called...Cookie...that he had fallen madly in love with. They were probably in bed right now, planning their wedding and laughing about the girl he abandoned back in Chicago. Yeah well he could have his new life, and his new wife. She hoped he'd wake up ten years from now, look round at the wasteland he called a life and realise what he had missed out on. 'I could have made his happy!' She thought. Ooh, she really wished he was here so that she could yell at him, or punch him, or something.

She sighed, he may be in Boston with his new wife, planning his perfect life, but here she was stuck working in a place where everything screamed 'Carter' at her. Maybe she should move. Maybe she should find someone new. Someone who couldn't hurt her.

"Come on Abby, your break finished five minutes ago." Weaver yelled from the other side of the ER She rolled her eyes. God did that woman ever jump down from her broomstick? That was one woman that just bugged her. Maybe it was Weaver's fault. If Weaver hadn't dragged her down to the ER for 'experience' she would never had fallen for Carter. Yeah, that's it! It was Weaver's fault. And Carter's, with those damn puppy dog eyes and his damn sympathetic ear. Bastard!

"Abby! I said get back to work!" Weaver yelled again.

"Yes your majesty!" She mumbled. All bow down before Queen Weaver. She'd like to take that cane off her and ram it up her...

"Now!" Abby saluted as Weaver turned her back. Rolling her eyes she stamped over to the lounge.

She slammed the lounge door shut, thankful that it was empty. She pulled her coat off and walked to her locker. She fiddled about with the locker, trying to open it. It was somehow stuck,

"Damn piece of crap!" She snapped through clenched teeth. God she was even yelling at her locker now. Was ther some big conspiracy to make her day as shitty as possible? She finally pulled it open and stuffed her coat inside. She spun round, ready for the madhouse. She jumped backwards...noticing someone at the door.

"Jesus Christ!" She hadn't even realised someone had come in. Shaking aside her surprise, she focused on the face. Here eyes widened in surprise. Great!

"Hey," It said. She raised her eyebrows in reply. She stood absorbing the silence, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms. Well this conversation sure was stimulating. She cursed herself for speaking first,

"So you're back then." She stated, her voice void of any emotion.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, well...I've got patients to see." She said impatiently. She couldn't be bothered with this.

"Wait, how are you?"

"I'm great. Fantastic! How about you?" She asked, her tone suggesting she didn't really care, "How was Boston?"

"Okay, I guess." Another silence filled the room. She had imagined their reunion conversation many times. In her mind there had been yelling, lots of yelling. This...this was a big letdown.

"Is that it?" She snapped. When he didn't answer she stormed by him, "Tell Cookie I said hello!"

She walked out of the room, feeling sligthly triumphant, leaving him with a confused look on his face. Who the hell was Cookie?

A/N: Hey! Another rushed chapter I'm afraid. Sorry that they're all telling Abby's POV right now, I just find it easier (and much more fun) writing angry Abby than writing depressed Carter. Does that say something about me?

Anyway, next chapter will be up later tonight, so check it out!!

Also thanks for the reviews!

~ Theresa