Not Like This
CATEGORY: Susan/Chuck, Luka/Sam, Kerry, Abby
RATING: R (language, violence)
SPOILERS: Secrets and Lies, Season 10
DISCLAIMER: ER and its character's belong to NBC and Warner Brothers and a whole
bunch of other people. No harm is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Congrats to Sherry Stringfield on her pregnancy! Here's my take on what
the season finale should be. Enjoy! As usual, feedback is appreciated but not
begged for. It's not in my character.
SUMMARY: The happiness of pregnancy is tarnished when a hostage situation
threatens the ER.
She lay on the couch, a long strand of blonde hair resting against her forehead.
It had obviously strayed away from the loose ponytail gathered at the nape of
her neck. He seriously hated to disturb her. She looked so peaceful, her white
lab coat covering her chest and stomach. Still, the rounded stomach of Susan
Lewis was easy to see. The eight and a half month pregnant doctor was stretched
on the couch, her head resting against a pillow, one knee bent up, her flat,
black shoes kicked off, resting on the floor. One hand was resting, almost as a
sign of protection, on her stomach, the other flung out into the open air, her
graceful fingers curled slightly. Remembering the reason he was there, Luka
Kovac tore his eyes away from the woman and cleared his throat softly.
"Susan," he said in a low voice, not wanting to scare her out of her slumber.
"Mmm?" she inquired, the agitation evident in her mumbled response at being
"Susan, you need to get up," Luka said gently, shaking her shoulder slightly,
praying that she wasn't moody when she woke up and wouldn't hit him.
"Says who?" she asked sleepily, nonetheless forcing her eyes open.
"Sorry, but Weaver told me to get you. We're picking up pace out there and we
need you," Luka said apologetically. "I told her we could handle it, but-"
"No big deal, Luka," Susan said, stifling a yawn as she struggled to sit up. She
was surprised when Luka grabbed her hand, helping her into a sitting position.
"Thanks," she said. "It's getting harder and harder to stand up."
"No problem," Luka said. "I remember my wife slept a lot as well." Susan looked
at him, somewhat apprehensive about him talking about his family. She remembered
his reaction about talking about when he lost his virginity on his wedding night
when they were forced to attend that sexual harassment course. The tears were
evident that night, and the last thing Susan needed was to see him cry. Her
emotions were already out of whack. Seeing the look on her face, he said, "It's
okay, though. Good memories."
"Yeah," Susan replied, still unsure of the conversation, sighing as she picked
up her shoe.
"I've got it," Luka said softly, taking the show from her hands. Before Susan
could protest, Luka knelt down and slid the shoe on her foot, tying the laces.
"My feet are so swollen," Susan complained lightly. Luka ducked his head, hiding
his amusement, instead concentrating on tying the shoe and picking up the other
one, rather than pointing out that he knew she was full of it, that Susan
enjoyed every bit of carrying a child. He had seen it with his wife. Despite the
pain, there was something incredible about carrying a baby. It made the pain
"That isn't too tight, is it?" Luka asked, breaking himself away from his
"No, it's perfect. You've had practice, obviously," Susan replied, softly, her
tone joking. "You ready to face the zoo?"
"Always," Luka replied. He extended his hand to help her up, which Susan
She smiled as she stood, the stiffness in her back subsiding slightly at the
movement. "Oh, she's kicking again," Susan said excitedly. The baby was
responding to the fact that her mother moved. She placed a hand over her
stomach, a look of amazement coming over her face. Susan was used to the kicking
by now, but it never failed to excite her each time. Luka grinned, a wide smile
that showed how happy he was for her. Seeing the look on his face, Susan asked,
"Do you want to touch?"
Surprised at her sudden question, Luka nodded. He placed his hand on her
stomach, feeling the smooth curvature for a few moments before resting his hand
at the center of her stomach, waiting a minute. Sure enough, he felt a kick
against his hand. Unconsciously, he smiled again, the dreamy and wistful look on
his face evident.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Susan asked, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
Whether it was the joy of becoming a mother or just wacky hormones, she wasn't
sure, but being pregnant was sure causing Susan's hormones to act crazy. Even
the littlest things made her cry. She couldn't help but think of poor Abby, who
had experienced her emotional outburst first hand. When they went clothes
shopping, Susan had seen a tiny pair of sneakers and burst into tears. Still,
Abby was great, talking to her, reminding her it was completely normal.
"Yeah," Luka agreed. They stood in silence for a minute, not wanting to break
the peaceful silence that fell upon them.
The door opened, and Chuck entered the room. "Hey, Suz, Luka," he said in
greeting when he saw the two. The two looked at him from their position in the
center of the room. Luka gestured him over with his free hand. "Is she kicking
again?" asked Chuck, a wide smile spreading over his face.
"Yeah," Susan said.
Luka removed his hand, somewhat reluctantly, and allowed Susan's husband to rub
her stomach gently. "How's my little baby love?" Chuck cooed, bending down to
kiss Susan's stomach.
Seeing the somewhat amused look on Luka's face, Susan explained, "I think
Chuck's more excited than I am. The nursery was completed four months ago."
"Yeah, well, I want our little girl to be proud of her Papa," Chuck said,
rubbing his nose against her stomach before straightening up. He stood next to
Susan, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closely to him, as if
to protect her from anything potentially harmful.
"Do you have a name picked out yet?" Luka asked as they headed to the door.
"Lilian. Lilian Michele," Susan answered, not paying attention as she covered
the hand resting on her hip and giving it a small squeeze.
"Wow, that's a beautiful name," Luka said truthfully as he opened the door.
"Thanks," Susan replied as she walked through the door, only to stop abruptly,
Chuck nearly running into her back at the sudden stop in action.
"Susan, baby?" Chuck asked, confused as to why she stopped so suddenly. His
heart nearly caught at what he saw. "Shit," he murmured, the expletive loud
against the deafening silence.
A crazed man stood in front of the admit desk, clutching an obviously scared yet
still pissed off Kerry Weaver to his chest, holding a gun firmly pressed to her
temple. Her crutch lay on the floor, unnoticed by the gunman. Abby Lockhart, Sam
Taggart, and Greg Pratt all stood behind the counter, the fear obvious on their
The gunman's wild eyes swung over to the Susan, Luka, and Chuck. They stood
motionless, shocked at the scene, but still he yelled, "Don't move! Don't move
or I'll blow her fucking brains out!"