When the Angels Call...The Last Dance
EMAIL: CarlySwan@aol.com OR email@example.com
DISCLAIMER: Y'all should know (unless you're really dense) that I don't
own these characters. Yeah, OK, I think that's about all.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have been having major inspiration all over this week and
started countless new fics! However, I will finish my others and this is a
one chapter thing so just r/r! If not, I'll, um, I'll...... Sick a big
rabbit on you! Actually, I have no idea if you review or not, but if
you find a rabbit eating your carrots, it's your own fault!
SUMMARY: What if Lucy and Carter's fates were switched... accidentally.
An interesting story with a not-so-happy ending.
I was standing by your grave when I first heard them. I remember it so
clearly now. They couldn't fix their mistake; they couldn't bring you
back. But they called to me anyway. They could fix that part of their
mistake. I heard their voices like whispers echoing so softly in the
cemetery little less than the wind. Dr. Weaver kept telling me it was
all in my head, but I knew it was real, though no others heard it. Did
you see me there, John? Standing by your grave? Listening to the
Fates' sad songs? We all miss you, but I feel I do most of all. Because
though others think I'm only blaming myself, I know it was I who should
have died that night. No, I don't *think* it should have been me, I
know it was my fate. And yet, something went wrong. Probably a few
misunderstood words in the message between God and the Angels. Because
they took you when they were supposed to take me. I grew older, stronger,
as the years past, trying hard to get over the loss. I'm a doctor now,
you know, finally. But no matter how strong I became, there was still
a weakness, a two wounds, deep inside of me that would never heal.
Physically, because of the stabbing, some of my injuries would probably
never heal. But there was one wound the knife didn't even create. A
wound that goes deeper than physical pain. A sharp pain in my chest,
right above my left lung in my heart. It was that pain that nearly got me
in trouble. I began to take pills. Antidepressants. No, John, they
weren't prescribed, but I took them anyway. They still don't know I
take them, but they almost found out. The physical pain was bearable
because I knew I deserved it. But even I, surely, didn't deserve to live
with the agony of knowing I had good as killed you on Valentine's Day.
There were some days where they think I'm on the brink of loosing my
sanity and who knows? Maybe I am. But mostly they think I'm crazy
because I hear them calling. Though I know it is not in my head and that it
is real, they can't hear it because the Fates and the Angels aren't
calling to them. They are calling to me. I hear them all the time. In
my dreams and when I'm awake, I hear them calling my name.
"Lucy..." they call, "Lucy..."
"Lucy... wake up!"
Lucy Knight awoke with a start. He had been standing right there in
front of her. Right there, and she had been spilling her secrets to him.
Had she spoken in her sleep?
"Finally, you're awake!" Abby said, relieved.
"Sometimes I wish I wasn't," Lucy sighed, "What time is it?"
"Eleven," Abby said, "PM."
"You fell asleep!" Abby said, "I told you, Dr. Knight, you shouldn't
overwork yourself. You've been on for fifty hours straight with nothing
to sustain you but an old sandwich and a dozen cups of coffee!"
"Dr. Knight..." even on her own tongue, the name didn't sound right.
It had before. When she was younger and full of dreams, in her first
year of medical school. It had sounded so lovely. But now that Lucy was
a doctor, the name sounded so... strange. As if it wasn't meant to be.
"Yes, Dr. Knight, that is your name!" Abby said, pulling Lucy to her
"Why are you so formal all of a sudden?" Lucy asked.
"What do you mean?" Abby asked.
"You haven't called me 'Dr. Knight' in ages!"
"Well... That doesn't matter! You should go home, get some sleep!"
"Go, now!" She pointed at the door. Lucy sighed. She had been feeling
really bad today. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day and Lucy wasn't too
happy about that. Lucy took out her pill bottle, forgetting Abby was in
the room, and took a couple.
"Lucy, what are those?" Abby asked her. Lucy turned, surprised.
"Nothing, I promise," Lucy smiled, weakly. Abby gave her a suspicious
"Lucy, sit down, I want to talk to you," Abby said. Lucy hesitated.
"But you said I needed sleep. You're right, I do," Lucy made an
"Gotta go!" Lucy turned and began to sprint towards the exit.
"LUCY!" Abby screamed, running after her and catching her right
outside. She made Lucy turn to face her.
"Listen. I was new when you two were stabbed, I know it, you know it.
But I can see it has really effected you. Not that I blame you.
Carter is gone. I'm sorry. You can't keep torturing yourself like this!"
"Let me go, Abby!" Lucy said through gritted teeth. She struggled
away, aggressively, and headed for her car.
"Lucy, you've become a real friend to me over the past three years. I
don't want you doing anything to hurt yourself! You're like a sister
to me!" Abby called after Lucy.
"Go to Hell!" Lucy screamed out her car window and drove off, taking
"Damn it!" Abby cursed. She spun around and was shocked to find
herself face to face with Luka Kovac.
"Luka!" Abby said, shocked.
"Abby, is something wrong?" Luka asked, his deep voice tinted with a
Croatian accent seemed concerned.
"Nothing's wrong. Why would you think that?"
"Well, no one swears for no good reason," Luka said.
"It's Lucy. I'm worried about her," Abby said.
"You shouldn't be. Lucy is a grown woman. She can take care of
"Are you sure?" Abby asked, quizzically.
"I think so... Abby, something is wrong!" Luka decided in response to
Abby's question. Abby sighed.
"Nothing is wrong, Luka, forget I said anything!" she began to walk
back into the building and then paused. She turned to Luka again.
"Do you think that Lucy could be taking drugs?" she asked.
"I guess it's possible..." Luka said.
"Thanks," she sighed, sadly. That was all Abby needed. She turned
around again and walked back inside.
Lucy didn't sleep that night, though she had promised Abby she would.
Carter's face kept entering her head. She couldn't bare it. So she
stayed up all night watching late night television and eating leftover
Chinese food out of her fridge.
Despite her insomnia, she still decided to go to work that morning.
She got dressed bright and early at around five o'clock and went down
to her car. Before she stepped in, she felt a little light-headed. She
shook it off and buckled her seat belt.
Her car turned onto the freeway. Her head began to throb with pain
and her eyelids became heavy and her vision was blurred. She could
barely see the road. Before she could decide to pull over, her sickness
prevailed and she fell slumped over the wheel.
"What's going on! Can't a guy get to work in this country!" Luka
honked again at the cars in front of him.
"Thanks again, Luka, for the ride," Abby said.
"Uh oh," Luka said, looking out the window.
"What?" but instead of answering Abby's question and because the cars
were now at a stand-still, Luka jumped out of the car. Abby decided to
follow. He ran over to a police officer.
"What happened here?" Luka asked, "I'm a doctor."
"Well, this gal just skidded off the road!" a Texan officer said,
"According to eyewitnesses," Luka ran over to the wreckage, followed by
Abby. The door was open and Luka leaned inside.
"Oh my God..." he said.
"What is it?" Abby asked.
"It's Lucy," Luka said. They exchanged worried looks and Abby looked
over her shoulder at the police officer.
"Why are there no paramedics here yet?" she demanded. The Texan
"We called, they know, but they aren't here!"
"Screw this!" Abby said, looking around for any sign of medical help,
"We'll take her in your car, Luka."
"My car?!" Luka asked.
"Yes," Abby said, "We'll have to. It's either that or wait," Luka
nodded and they lifted Lucy into the back seat. Abby was in the back with
her while Luka tried to make his way around the traffic jam,
surprisingly with not much difficulty considering how no one had let him pass
before. Luka's car swerved into the ambulance bay and helped Abby lift
Lucy out of the back of the car. Elizabeth came instantly to their aid.
"OK, what have we got," she asked, then saw the patient, "Lucy?" she
declared, as they lifted the doctor up on a gurney.
"Car accident," Luka told her as they wheeled Lucy in, "She crashed
into a large tree. It made some dent! It slashed head pretty bad," and
indeed it did. There was a large gash right across Lucy's forehead that
was bleeding intensely.
"Poor Lucy!" Elizabeth said as they entered the trauma room. Kerry
joined them in there.
"The damage doesn't seem too bad, she'll survive," Kerry said, calmly,
"That cut on her head will probably need stitches though."
"I don't think that's our biggest problem," Abby said, pulling out a
pill bottle from Lucy's jacket pocket.
"What is it, Abby?" Kerry asked.
"It's near empty!" was all Abby could say. She saw the label and one
sentence stood out. 'WARNING: CAN BE DANGEROUS IF TAKEN TOO OFTEN. UP
TO FOUR A DAY MAXIMUM. TWO A DAY FOR PEOPLE WITH CARDIOVASCULAR
CONDIDIONS,' It read. Abby was horrified. She had seen Lucy swallow four
pills in one gulp just yesterday. This wasn't good, wasn't good at all.
"OK, get me some charcoal!" Kerry yelled.
"I had no idea Lucy was taking drugs!" Elizabeth said, shocked.
"Neither did I," Kerry agreed. Abby was silent. Luka turned and
looked at her.
"Abby?" he asked.
"Yesterday... I tried to talk to her about it, she wouldn't listen..."
Abby couldn't believe herself. She should have been more firm with
Lucy! Suddenly, Lucy stopped breathing and everything began to move much
Dark. Very dark. Is it always like this when you die? I looked
around and saw nothing.
"Come on, Lucy, come on, you can make it through this one..." their
voices were far away, too far. The pain in my heart was growing stronger
now. At least, I thought it was. For I was in a numb state of mind
and could feel no pain. Music began to play. Familiar music. The music
I heard, lying on the floor of curtain three, bleeding to death.
"May I have this dance?" a voice behind me asked. I turned, gracefully
to see him there again. He was clad in a bright tuxedo and seemed to
be in the spotlight. He was smiling.
"This isn't the kind of music we could ballroom dance to, Dr. Carter,"
I laughed. Carter's eyes widened, questioning, "And besides, I don't
look half as good as you!" I said. Carter snapped his fingers and the
"Oh no?" he asked. I looked at myself and saw a stunning violate
evening gown, sparkling, "And what's with the formalities, Luce?" I smiled
and took his outstretched hand. He led me onto the dance floor with
moves so smooth and elegant. I had no idea he could dance this well. I
had never had the chance to dance with him before. I wished we could
stay this way forever. To my disappointment, the dance ended. He looked
me straight in the eyes. He looked so alive. It was ironic, really.
His eyes were bright with life though now they were buried six feet
"I should go back now," I said, reluctantly, looking over my shoulder.
"No," Carter made me face him again, "You can't," his voice was gentle,
but there was a finality in the way he said it. Suddenly, they were
calling again. Softly and gently, but like Carter, their words were
"Lucy..." they had called my name many times before but never had it
sounded so threatening, even though the voices were still kind.
"But I don't want to leave yet! What about all of my friends?
Elizabeth, Mark, Abby, Luka, Peter, Kerry... what will they do?"
"We don't know," Carter said. His smile had disappeared from his face
as if it had never been there, "Lucy, there was a mistake. They were
supposed to take you."
"I knew it! It was all an accident-"
"Let me finish," Carter held my shoulders, "I asked to be taken
"What?" I asked, "But they call to me always."
"I know. Because I wasn't supposed to be taken, even if I wanted to
be. But the angels took pity on me. I begged and pleaded for them to
spare your life and take me instead. And still, I was only prolonging
the inevitable. I failed you Lucy, and I'm sorry," Carter looked down at
"Look at me. John, look at me!" I ordered him and tilted his chin up
until we were eye to eye again, "You didn't fail me. I am forever
grateful for what you did for me. But, you really shouldn't have. Really,
I *should* have died that night. You would have led a great life,
John. Don't ask me how I know, I just do," Lucy withheld from telling him
something else. She stopped herself from saying her life had been crap
after he died. Carter laughed.
"In here, you don't have to say it, Lucy," Carter smiled.
"What?" Lucy asked.
"I know you hate your life. But if you hate it so much, why do you
want to go back to it?" Lucy hadn't thought of that question before. Why
did she want to go back?
"Well... I'm worried, I guess. About my friends, our friends.
Everything fell apart when you died, John. Everyone misses you," Carter just
nodded. Lucy paused, waiting for him to say something, then continued,
"I dreamt of you often."
"Those weren't dreams," Carter said, smiling again.
"You mean I really *was* spilling my guts to you? Oh man!" I was only
half angry though.
"Lucy..." the Angels' voices grew stronger.
"It's time," Carter said seriously, offering his hand, "Would you like
to have one last dance?" I glanced over my shoulder one last time and
saw into the trauma room. I saw Kerry, Luka and Elizabeth working in
vain to help me and my heart nearly broke, the numbness fading. But I
turned back to Carter and took his hand.
"I guess it is time, then," I smiled weakly. At least we had each
Abby held her face in her hands.
"I should have done something," she muttered, "I saw her take the
pills!" Luka sat down next to her and put his arm, lovingly around her.
"There's nothing you could do!" he said, "Really. Abby, I love you and
I don't want you torturing yourself. That's what got Lucy into the
drugs. They will be fondly remembered, both Carter and Lucy."
"I can't believe her last words to me were 'go to hell!'" Abby began to
"And my last words to her were..." But Abby didn't regret her last
words to Lucy.
"What were your last words, Abby?" Luka asked, noticing Abby stopping.
"I told her she was like a sister to me..." Abby said, her eyes
"She was a great friend to all of us," Luka sighed, sadly, "And she
always will be."
"Yeah," Abby sighed. She paused. A thoughtful look crossed her face.
"Luka..." she said, "Do you know what's really weird?"
"What?" Luka asked. Abby didn't answer in words, but looked over at
the calendar and the date: February 14, 2003.