Let It Rain
Part Two
By Kitty
angelpixiedust@bolt.com

DISCLAMER: "ER," the characters and situations depicted within are the property of Warner Brothers Television, Amblin Entertainment, Constant c Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. The story presented here is written solely for entertainment purposes, and the author is making no profit.

This takes place a few weeks after "May Day". John Carter is in Rehab in Atlanta, GA: Let it Rain

Rated R for consenting heterosexual content.

On the flight from Atlanta to Chicago, John is telling Peter about Ash.

John paused from his story for a moment, remembering where he was. On a plane, going home. He glanced over at Peter…asleep. He fell asleep! At first feeling a little let down, then realizing that Peter probably worked all last night and most of the day to take time off to bring him home, he understood.

Peter began to stir and said in a groggy voice, “ Mmm, sgm, OK so you met her every day in the same place. Did she take you out on the town for your birthday?”

“Yeah. It was nice.” Peter hadn’t heard most of John’s story. Maybe that was for the best.

“So, are you going to try to pursue this relationship long distance or what? Do you think it will work for either of you?” Peter asked.

“I dunno. Maybe? So much has changed in my life over the last six months.”

Peter began to squirm impatiently in his seat. “Well maybe it’s all for the best that you are apart. You need to focus on your residency, your career. Have you given any thought to applying for an attending position at County when you’re done with your residency?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it but this hardly seems like a good time to bring it up with Kerry, do you?” John said in a sarcastic tone. “Hey Kerry, thanks for having an intervention for me and sending me to rehab for stealing and abusing narcotics. By the way, want to give me an attending position?” They both snickered.

“Right! You’d better get back in the swing of things and prove yourself to her and Mark. Show ‘em you’re recovered.”

The fasten seatbelts sign came on. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE PILOT HAS TURNED ON THE FASTEN SEATBELTS SIGN. PLEASE RETURN YOUR SEAT BACKS TO THE UPRIGHT POSITION AND FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS…

Almost home. Almost there.



Peter dropped John off at his Grandparents estate. Hollering out the window as he drove away “See you at work in a few days. Later man! Take it easy OK!”

The butler greeted John and took his bags up to his room. Gamma was in the library reading a book and waiting for him to return. They hugged briefly and exchanged pleasantries.

“John, you look well. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m fine, fine. Long day though.”

She smiled and said, “Go get some rest and we’ll talk in the morning. It’s late. I think I’ll retire as well. Good night.” She patted him on the shoulder and made her way upstairs.



John lay in his bed listening to the rain falling softly on his windowpane. Remembering the last time he listened to the rain with Ash……………


Flashback to John’s birthday…………………………………………..


Searching, feeling, needing. God how I needed her. Her skin was soft and warm and I wanted to crawl underneath it and feel the serenity that exuded from within her. She was so calm but so alive at the same time. The mix of her tranquility, the coolness of her exterior with the heat of our growing passion was intoxicating.

I was losing myself, my desperation, my agony, with her, in her, through her. She quieted my tortured mind and made my body ache for all that lay before me. Outside, the rain was subsiding - inside the storm was raging. My eyes drank in her image as my hands sought every inch of her.

She ran her fingers through my hair, caressed my face, and slowly ran her hands over my shoulders and arms. Trails of electricity followed every inch as she lightly ran her nails over my back. It was the most delightful sensation.

Needing more, I had to have more. Rolling over onto my back, I pulled her on top of me. The intense contact of her weight on top of me made me ravenous for all of her. Pulling down the straps of her bra, I kissed her neck and followed that path of the delicate lingerie with my lips and tongue. I reached behind her and deftly removed it completely and cast it aside.

She let out a small gasp as her bare breasts made contact with mine. I rolled over taking her with me and covered her completely with my body. I could hear groans come from deep within me as she ran her lips and tongue over my neck and chest and back to my mouth. Each time kissing me deeply and making small sounds of her growing pleasure in what she was doing to me.

Not able to wait any longer, I untied the drawstring of her pants and slid them off following them down the length of her legs with my eyes, fingers and lips. Her body was a work of art. As I worked my way up from her thighs, trailing kisses to her stomach, it was then I noticed the scars. A soon as I did, I sensed a change in her body. Every muscle in her body tensed as if a switch had been flipped. As I looked up to see her face, I could see that something had changed and that she was crying softly.

“Ash, oh God, Ash. What is it?” Swiftly, I returned to her arms, held her and kissed her tear-stained face. She was trembling now and tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. Clinging to me for what seemed like dear life. “The scars don’t bother me. You are so beautiful. I wouldn’t have even noticed them if I weren’t so close.”

“John,” she said with a desperate, whispering sigh “I want you. I need you. Make love to me. Please don’t stop now.”

I knew better though. Something was terribly wrong. If the fact that I had seen her scars hadn’t upset her, what was it then? Her voice said yes but the look in those eyes was crying out “Save me!”

“Tell me what’s wrong. I want to know. I have to know. How did you get……..”

She interrupted me knowing that I was going to ask how she got those scars. “John, we really shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right. You are in recovery and are too vulnerable. I’m sorry. I should have stopped his long before we got this far. Please forgive me.”

Although I knew she was right, I didn’t really believe that was the reason we stopped. “It’s O.K.” I consoled her and we lay there holding each other for a while; listening to the rain outside.

“I really need to take you back to the rehab center. Don’t you have to be back before not too long?” she asked

“Yes, actually I do.” I replied.

She arose from the bed and put her clothes back on. She left to retrieve my clothes from the dryer. When she returned, she gave me a smile, laid my clothes on the bed and left the room without a word. As I got dressed, I wondered how to ask her what happened.



The drive back to the rehab center was in deafening silence. I felt as if she were putting things back in order. Filing away the emotions that had come undone all afternoon. Putting them back in their proper place. As we pulled into the gate and up the drive, I found the words and the courage to break the silence.

“Ash, what happened?”

“John, we, uhhhhh you are not ready for this. It just isn’t right at this stage in your recovery. I would just be a substitute for the pain medication. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I’m sorry if I led you on…”

Then it was my turn to interrupt her, as I wasn’t buying it. “That’s not what I mean. I can wait. It will be very difficult but I will wait. What happened wasn’t just regret about realizing we weren’t, uhhhh I wasn’t ready. How did you get those scars? Please tell me!” I pleaded for her to confide in me; let me in. Wondering if her scars were from something as horrifying as mine had come from.

“It’s a long story and you need to get inside before you get into trouble. I’ll never live it down if it’s found out that I kept you out too long.”

She was just not ready to tell me. I guess that’s why she couldn’t make love with me. “OK. For now. Can we talk about it tomorrow? Meet me on the lawn? Under our tree?” I inquired as I leaned in for a kiss. I could feel her breath on my face and wanted to hold her again. Putting my hands on her face, drawing her to my lips, I kissed her softly as she caressed the back of my neck and returned my kiss.

“Yes. See you tomorrow. Goodbye, uhhhhh Goodnight John.”

I watched her taillights disappear into the darkness and wondered what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued……………………………