Let It Rain
Part Five
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 consensual heterosexual situations.

“Rain”

Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain

M. Ciccone and Shep Pettibone

John Carter, walking into curtain three, returns to the ER for the first time since the night of the intervention when Peter took him to Atlanta.

“Take Mr. Brown to X-ray and call me when the films are back” Kerry tells Yosh as she’s making notes on Mr. Brown’s chart. Removing her glasses and letting them fall to her chest, she looks up.

“Carter!” Kerry exclaims as she hobbles over to him. “So good to see you. You look well.” As his friend, she reached up and hugged him. As his boss, she looked around and said, “Hey let’s get out of here. Go into the lounge. OK?”

“Welcome back, Dr. Carter.” Yosh says without breaking from his duties.

“Hi Yosh.” John replies and gives a small wave then follows behind Kerry.

“Randi, would you send Mark to the lounge when he gets here? And Randi, get rid of that gum. You’re getting on my nerves.” Kerry requested in an irritated tone.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Randi replied as she simultaneously spit her gum into the trashcan, got a new piece from her pocket, stuffed it in her mouth and began to chew it noisily.

Kerry and Carter sat alone in the lounge waiting for Mark to arrive.

“So. How was Atlanta? Wait, before you answer that, know that you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. Whatever happened is your own business and you can tell me as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. My priority as Chief is to make sure that you are able to perform your duties not to pry into your personal life. But as someone who cares about you, I want to know you’re OK.”

“Yeah, I know you’re not prying and I know that you have to ensure the quality of my work. First, I have to thank you for making the effort. Not giving up on me. If you hadn’t had the intervention, I hate to think what might have happened. But you did. I am here and I’m ready to come back. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Slow down Carter. We’ll get to that later. I want to know how you are?”

“I’m better than I’ve been in a long time. I feel strong. I’ve even made plans to buy my own place. I close on the property sometime next week.”

“That’s great Carter. You’re not taking on too much all at once, are you?”

“No. Those days are over. I’ll never take on too much ever again.” John said as Mark walked into the lounge.

“Mark, hi. Come in. Carter was just telling me about his new house.”

Mark stopped dead in his tracks. Carter, thank God, looked like Carter again.

“Hey Carter. You look great.” Mark said as he and John shook hands.

“Thanks Mark. Thanks for everything.”

“Well, are we ready to go up to Donald’s office?” Kerry asked the two men standing in front of her.

Suddenly, John got panicked. Feeling his heart drop into his stomach. “Dr. Anspaugh’s office? Why are we going to Dr. Anspaugh’s office?”

“What we have to discuss is of a sensitive nature and we’d prefer not to be interrupted. Also we thought you’d prefer to have this discussion in private.” Kerry said in an authoritative yet caring tone.

“Sure. You’re right. Let’s go.” John said as he shrugged off the nagging feeling he was starting to have.

Fade in as Carter, Mark and Kerry are finishing up their meeting.


“That’s it? OK. I can live with those terms. I will continue to see a therapist, submit myself for scheduled and random tox. screens, and have an attending sign off on narcotics. Thanks Mark, thanks Kerry. I won’t let you down. I won’t let myself down.” John restated the terms of his return to work.

“One more thing Carter,” Mark said, “you need to let us know when you need help. Don’t let stuff pile up on you. You are not only our coworker. We care about you and want to see you do well. We are your friends. Don’t shut us out and cut yourself off. We can only help you if you let us.”

“OK. That’s a deal” John replied as both Kerry’s and Mark’s pagers went off.

“Well, Carter, we have to get back. Multiple victim MVA coming in. We’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” Kerry said as she and Mark got up to go back to the ER.

“Yeah. 7:00am. I’ll be here. Thanks again.” John said as Kerry and Mark scurried down the hall.

John sat in Anspaugh’s office for just a few more minutes and then walked out feeling very relieved and hopeful.

He though to himself ‘I am going to make it back. Start really living.’

After making pleasant conversation with the few remaining people at the desk, he decided to stop by his, well almost his, new place and water the flowers in the courtyard.

John’s new home (almost his)

Just as he pulled up to the house, he noticed that it looked like rain. John hurried in and as soon as he shut the door, it began to rain heavily. Well, so much for watering the flowers. So he decided to stay until it let up a bit.

John walked around, making mental notes of repairs that were needed and where he would place his furniture. He went to the back of the house where French doors led to the courtyard. The overhang from the balcony off his bedroom shielded him from getting wet when he opened the door. Smelling the fresh scent of the raindrops falling as the sun went down and the flowers in the garden, his mind drifted off. He remembered the night Ash left for Paris......

Evening at the Rehab Center in Atlanta


John is pacing nervously as he waits for Ash to stop by on her way to the airport. It is raining very hard.

I hadn’t felt this twitchy since I got over the physical withdrawals from getting off pain medication.

Her flight is in 2 hours. Where is she? She would have called if she weren’t going to be able to make it.

Just then the front door of the waiting room flew open and a woman came rushing in wearing a long raincoat and umbrella covering her face. As soon as she shook it out and began to close it, I saw it was Ash. I felt so relieved. She laid down her umbrella and began to unbutton her coat. I began to fantasize as she was unknowingly removing it in a very seductive manner.......

When she removed the coat, she slowly pulled it off her shoulders revealing bear shoulders. Then fully removed it and swung it around a few times – cast it aside. Underneath, she had on a black bustier and g-string panties. Looking down I saw that she had on black stockings held up by garters. She slunk over to me, threw her arms around me and in one swift movement jumped up and threw her legs around my waist. ‘John, I want you. I want you to throw me over this chair right here and I want to feel you inside me. Make me scream your name, JOHN, JOHN, JOHN...........’

“Hello, John, anyone in there?” Ash said as she waved her hand in front of my face.

“Yeah, sorry. Daydreaming. <Nervous laughter>.”

“What are you daydreaming about” she asked tipping her head.

“I’d rather not say <More nervous laughter>.” I said while shaking off the image of Ash assaulting me that way. God it was so hot. I’d better sit down and cross my legs before she’s on to me.

“Come on. Lets go sit down for just a moment.” I said as a noticed what she did have on.

Walking behind her, I noticed she had on a short black skirt with no stockings and jacket. Very nice. Very nice! Some strappy, very fashionable shoes. Oh my God! And I thought the lingerie in my daydream was hot. I had the urge to push her up against the nearest wall and find our exactly what was under that short skirt. STOP! Gotta stop. Whoa!

She sat down and I followed suit quickly. Crossing my legs to avoid divulging my dirty little secret that was getting more out of control with every minute.

“I should be in Paris by morning. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep so I hope I can get some rest on the plane.”

I looked around and noticed that there was no one else around except the attendant at the desk and he was buried in a book. I took the opportunity to inch closer to her.

“Do you know how much I’m going to miss you?” I said as I reached out to touch her arm.

“Yes. Almost as much as I’m going to miss you. I’ll only be gone until Sunday. I’ll think of you every day.” she said as she reached over and stroked my check.

“And I will think of you every day and dream of you every night.” ‘day too’ I thought as I moved my hand down her arm and to her leg.

She gave me a sexy, wicked grin that told me this met with her approval. I didn’t dare take it any further. Then I remembered the promise I made to myself. Until she opened up to me, this wasn’t going any further. She made a good start and then, well, things got complicated. We’ll talk more when she gets back. No need to upset her now with the thought of telling me more.

“I’ve got to get to the airport. It has stopped raining. Walk me outside?”

“Of course. Anything for you.” I said as I gathered her things and walked her outside.

It was pitch black with the exception of the few lighted lampposts here and there. I helped her put her things in the trunk of the car and walked over to the driver’s side. I unlocked the car and opened the door for her. She turned around to face me as we stood in between the open door and the car. She started to say something and abruptly stopped. We gazed into each other’s eyes for just a moment. Fluidly, she raised her arms and placed them around my neck. In doing so, she forgot the length of her skirt, which had risen to a scandalous height. I gladly reciprocated by sliding my arms around her waist, hugging her and gently lifting her off the ground. Then unable to control my self, I looked at the reflection of her in the window. Not believing what I was seeing peeking underneath the edge of her skirt! The exact underwear I had fantasized about. Oh my God!

I put her down knowing if she didn’t leave soon she’d miss her flight and I’d have to break my promise to myself. We shared a long, tender kiss and said our farewells. Once again, I watched her taillights disappear into the darkness and prayed for her safe return.


“Rain”

When your lips are burning mine
And you take the time to tell me how you feel
When you listen to my words
And I know you've heard, I know it's real
Rain is what this thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your

Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain

When you looked into my eyes
And you said goodbye could you see my tears
When I turned the other way
Did you hear me say
I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky
You promised me when you said goodbye
That you'd return when the storm was done
And now I'll wait for the light, I'll wait for the sun
Till I feel your

Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
RAIN

by M. Ciccone and Shep Pettibone



To be continued...