Disclaimer: ER and the characters thereof are the property of it's creators, not me.

**This doesn't go along with the story I've been writing, but it's something that sort of just came to me. Unlike most, I'm actually rooting for Abby and Luka!**

Luka Kovac lay in his bed in the dark. It was silent other than the breathing of the young brunette next to him. Abby was sleeping peacefully, and he wondered what she was dreaming about.

"I love you," he whispered to her, not wanting her to wake up and hear him. The words brought a lump to his throat.

"How can I betray my wife like this?" he thought. "We had a family. I promised I'd love her forever. And worst of all, I've became the exact kind of person that killed my family when I beat that man to death."

And that was what was holding him back. He was on a date with Abby when it happened. He was holding her hand. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but associate that event with Abby. Not the Abby in his bed, though. When they were having sex, there was no emotion at all. It was just a release for Luka, a sort of cold comfort just by having someone with him.

He knew what a good person she was, that she was caring and full of love. No one else in Chicago had ever been so concerned with his well-being. Why else would she have come to his door that night? Why else would she keep coming back? She must love him.

But how could he love another when he promised his wife his heart forever?

With Carol it was easier. She reminded him so much of his wife, not only in the way she looked but also in the way she took care of her children. She was so much like his wife. But Abby was a whole different person.

Luka thought back to his visit with his father over Christmas. His father told him that there was nothing wrong with moving on. He said that his wife would want him to be happy. It's not betrayal to move on, his father had said.

Luka pulled Abby close to his body, waking her up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry I won't let you get close."

"Are you all right, Luka?" Abby asked, sensing that he was about to cry.

"I care about you, Abby. Far more than I've ever let you know." Abby began to cry. She was deathly afraid that he didn't care at all. It was a surge of emotion to hear that he did.

"But I promised my wife I would love her forever. I don't want to betray my love for her. I miss her so much."

"Just because you care about me doesn't mean you love your wife any less. I'm not trying to take you away from her. I know you'll always love her, and I know you'll always miss her. I care about you Luka, and I want to be with you, but I also want you to be happy. I think your wife would want you to be happy too. And if you're not happy with me, then maybe we need to end this."

"I am happy with you, and just try so hard not to so I won't think that I'm hurting her memory. I think maybe now I'm ready to let go. I think I'm ready to be happy."

"What are you saying?" Abby asked.

"I'm saying I'm ready to open up to you. I want to be close to you. I don't want you to leave."

He brushed her cheek with his hand, wiping away some tears. He kissed her softly, then passionately. And then, for the first time, they made love.