ROAD TRIP 12

Kerry & Luka & Dave & Carter

Previously on ER

A grateful (and rich) patient invited some of the ER doctors on an all-expenses paid trip to Ireland to attend a conference in Galway. Drinking in the College bar, they made some new friends. Dave and Carter were invited to a party, but Kerry and Luka decided to go back to their accommodation. Reaching the apartment Luka swept Kerry off her feet and into the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Dave and Carter ended up at a party with their new friends Kendra, Susan and Kim.


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"You carry a condom in your purse?" asked Luka, his tone a mixture of relief and surprise.

"It's um, err, part of a survival kit," said Kerry, blushing under Luka's intense gaze.

Luka raised an eyebrow, but reached down and picked up the purse. As he handed it to Kerry, the catch broke, and not one...but about twenty condoms poured out.

"I see you plan on doing a lot of surviving," commented Luka dryly.

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"So," said Carter, oblivious to the angry looks that Susan was getting from Denise, who had been trying to cuddle up to Carter, but was pushed out of the way by Susan's reappearance. "What happens now?"

"Funny you should say that, Carter," said Susan with a smile as she put her hand on his thigh.

"Yeah," said Kim, leaning in close and resting her head on his shoulder. "We were just talking about that ourselves..."

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"Listen, before you go any further," said Carter, "There's something we should make clear." He lowered his voice and the other four leaned in. "We don't want to be 'party poopers'...but there's something we have to make clear."

"Oh God, you've taken a vow of celibacy," said Kendra, a look of horror on her face.

"Not likely," snickered Dave as he slipped his hand round her waist. She slapped him absently as she listened to Carter.

"While you were out of the room," Carter continued. "We, um, we heard some people talking...and look, what you guys do is your own business...we're not here to make trouble or anything...we're not going to turn you in...but...but we don't want to be involved in anything illegal."

The three women exchanged glances. "Carter, what are you talking about?" asked Kim, with a puzzled expression on her face. "There might be some stuff going on that some people might consider immoral..."

"Yeah, if we're lucky," muttered Susan.

"But we're not planning on doing anything illegal here," continued Kim.

"Dude, we heard them," said Dave. "That guy over there told us straight out...he said not to worry, that there'd be plenty of crack later."

Kendra, Susan and Kim looked at Dave and Carter, and then at each other, before bursting out laughing.

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Kerry lay entwined in Luka's arms, with a contented smile on her face. It was very lucky, she thought that she had had so much change in her pockets when she was at the vending machine...very lucky indeed. She made a mental note to pick up all the wrappers before they left the room...or better yet...maybe she could get Luka to pick up the wrappers. Mmm, yes...watching a naked Croatian bending over to pick up litter...that would be quite a nice start to the day. Of course the day wasn't over yet...and there were still a few wrappers waiting to be torn open.

Kerry rolled over and whispered in Luka's ear. "Paging Dr. Kovac...please report to my body stat."

Luka mumbled something unintelligible before rolling over and burrowing his head in the pillows.

Kerry stared at him in exasperation. "Stronger sex...yeah right," she muttered, before snuggling up beside him. Oh well, she thought. There was always the morning...she was pretty sure that Luka was an early riser...and if he wasn't usually...she would make sure that 'rose early' tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, back at the party, the unholy trio of Kendra, Susan and Kim had stopped laughing long enough to explain to Dave and Carter that the 'craic' that their friends had been talking about did not refer to any illegal drugs, but was instead, an Irish word for fun.

"Oh man, this is definitely one to remember," said Kendra wiping a tear of laughter away. "You guys are something else."

"Well, we didn't know," said Carter, a trifle sulkily. "All we know about the Irish language is 'Pogue mo thoin'."

Unfortunately for Carter, there happened to be a lull in the conversations when he said this and his voice carried throughout the room.

"Um Carter," said Kendra, "In case you didn't notice, you're slightly outnumbered here...and I don't think you want to go picking any fights." To the rest of the crowd, she said, "He's American...don't mind him." There were a few strange looks, but soon the conversations were buzzing again.

"What did he say wrong?" asked Dave, puzzled. "I was told it was an Irish greeting." He saw the looks on their faces. "Oh...it's not greeting then..."

Susan shook her head. "Nope...not unless you want to carry your teeth home in your pocket."

Carter glared at Dave. "Oh great...thanks very much Malucci," he said sarcastically.

Dave shrugged helplessly. "Don't blame me...I'm just repeating what I was told."

"Anyway," said Dave, trying to change the subject. "You guys mentioned some 'immoral activities?" he said with a leer.

"Oh I don't know," said Kim with a wink at her co-conspirators. "I mean we'd hate to be responsible for corrupting a pair of innocent tourists."

There was a snort of derision from Susan. "Yeah right," she muttered.

"Please ignore my uncouth friend over there. We're not all raging nymphomaniacs," said Kim.

"Speak for yourself," muttered Kendra who was almost sitting in Dave's lap by now.

Kim rolled her eyes and continued, "There's usually a room kept empty at these parties...for people who want 'private' discussions."

"I could use a good discussion," said Dave as he nuzzled gently at Kendra's neck. The words were hardly out of his mouth before Kendra was on her feet and dragging him up off the floor.

"See you later guys," she said as they left the room.

"So Carter," said Kim slipping her arm around his waist. "How do you fancy a 'debate'?"

"Yeah Carter," said Susan, "We're up for it if you are."

Carter looked from one woman to the other. "You mean...you...and you...and me?" he yelped, hardly able to believe his luck. Man, two women coming on to him at once...this was the sort of stuff that happened to Malucci...or at least that Malucci *said* happened to him. Well, there was at least one part of his anatomy that knew what his answer was going to be. 'Not-so-little-John' was beginning to make his presence felt.

"I think we should look on this as an international entente," he said, with a trace of smugness.

"Actually I think we should look on this as the three of us screwing our brains out upstairs," said Kim as she and Susan disentangled themselves and pulled Carter to his feet. "Come on."

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to be continued.

Notes - As the ladies said, 'Craic' is Irish for 'fun'
'Pogue mo thoin' means 'kiss my arse'
The 'paging Dr. Kovac' line was adapted from one of Dave Ragsdale's a.t.e. reviews.

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