HEYY! I STARTED WRIGHTING THIS FIC 3 MABY 4 WEEKS AGO IN MY DRAUGHT BOOK AND I JUST WANT TO APOLOGISE TO STEPHHOLBY BECAUSE IT TAKES A SIMELAR TURN BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD WRIGHT IT UP ANYWAY BECAUSE I HAVE SPENT QUITE A WHILE ON IT SO I AM VERY SORRY TO YOU AS WELL AS THE READERS INCASE IT GETS A BIT FAMILIAR. IF ANYONE PREFERS ME NOT TO WRIGHT IT THEN YOU CAN TELL ME BUT IF YOU DO YOU SHOULD ALSO TELL ME. ANYWAY I WILL STOP BABBALING ON AND GT ON WITH IT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

This was starting to become a regular thing. Ever since her first birthday had passed 4 months ago she was beginning to become a more and more restless sleeper and harder to settle as well as not making the expected development she should be making. It was a miracle when she became 1 and her birthday was the best the parents could afford as no one thought she would actually live this long and now her next goal was to make it to her second. If she got to school age that would be marvellous, going through the gateway to a better chance of reaching adulthood. Although her mother was not entirely on the scene they still saw each other often. You could tell the young infant loved seeing her mother and although she was discreet you could see a change in the adult's behaviour when she was around her child.

Jonny was jolted out of his thoughts as Emma let out another loud cry of pain in his arms. He cooed her while rocking the little girl. She had started sleeping through the night not long after Jac had returned from Sweden but recently that had all changed.

"Shhh sh sh sh sh. Everything is ok. Daddy's here" the exhausted father spoke softly to the child.

"Please Emma, just go to sleep" he looked up to the ceiling willing his daughter to settle down. Jonny walked over to the chair tucked away at the side of the pastel pink room just next to the window. He checked his watch just to rule out one reason why Emma was awake. Jac had got Emma into a, not bad but quite annoying, routine teaching the child to wake up early and watch the sunrise with any occupant of the house. But it was one in the morning, why was Emma awake?

The father looked down at his daughter when he felt her stop fidgeting. He sat in the chair for a little while longer making sure she wouldn't wake up before getting slowly to his feet and placing his child into the small, white cot. Jonny padded down the hall quietly and into his own bedroom, where he pulled back the covers, got in the bed and fell to sleep almost instantly without covering himself with the quilt.

The next morning Jonny woke up as the light seeping through the curtains had intruded into his sleep. He wasn't at work today so he closed his eyes again, hoping to get a bit more sleep before Emma would wake him up again with her ear-piercing screech and flailing arms, begging to be held. He sat up suddenly, Emma! Emma hadn't woken up yet, she always woke up at sunrise but the sun had already risen. No it was probably because she has been waking up at night again, Jonny reasoned. But as he tried to get back to sleep, he couldn't stop his mind from wondering to his daughter. It kept niggling at him, so he huffed and got up stiffly. His toes sank into the freshly laid carpet as he stepped further towards where his daughter slept, it was a nice feeling he had never really noticed before.

The scot entered the room to find his little girl sleeping contentedly in her cot. He walked up to her and started to stroke her head where only a little bit of thick hair spouted from her scalp. He brought his hands up to his face trying to rub away the sleep, but as he did a rather large amount of auburn hair came with them. He stopped. He stared, his face riddled with confusion, as the hair floated gently onto the light colour carpet. He picked Emma up out of her cot and attempted to wake her up.

"Emma" he said softly

"Emma" he repeated with a bit more urgency

"Emma!" he spoke her name louder shaking her slightly, silently begging her to wail or scream. Anything. He was becoming desperate now. He ran into his room and placed his child on the bed. He threw on a pair of old jeans and an crumpled top. Rushing down stairs as quick as his legges would carry him, he strapped Emma into her grey car seat with ralph the pig, grabbed his keys and drove a little over the speed limit to get to the hospital only slowing down past the police camera. The nurse he was and all the medical training and experience leaving him instantaneously.

As soon as he parked the car he got out as fast as he could and ran with Emma, in her seat, to the main entrance of the hospital. He didn't wait for the lift, no, that would take too long. In a blind panic he culdnt go any faster sprinting up the stairs, as his muscles burned with the weight he was carrying.

"MO!" He yelled as he ran towards the nurses' station. "Where's Jac" he asked breathlessly. He didnt wait to hear the answer as he muttered under his breath. He barged through the door, almose breaking the handle in the proses.

"Jonny!" the bumbling professor greeted cheerfully. Then his gaze moved to the baby in the car seat. He made the connection quickly, glancing from Jonny to Emma and listening to Jonny's request of

"Where's Jac?" he pleaded

"In theatre. What's wrong with Emma?" Elliot asked his voice full of concern

"I-i- i don't know, she- she didn't wake up this morning. And she was crying last night. And then I ju- I just…" Jonny stutted unable to speak through the fear for his child as he panted breathlessly, staring at Elliot, his eyes pleading for help.

"Get her into the side bay, we can treat her up here and get a doctor from paeds up here as well" Elliot spoke hurriedly as he walked quickly round the desk and to the side bay on Darwin. Jonny was hot on his heals as he protectively carried his little baby girl.

"Pass me Emma, you need to go and tell Jac." Elliot instructed. Jonny gave a small nod, reluctant to leave his daughter. He walked slowly down to the theatre Jac and Sacha was operating in on a joint GS/CT case. What was he going to say? Would he break it to her softly, or state it bluntly?

"Emma's ill on Darwin" before he could decide he found the words spilling sadly from his lips.

THANK YOU! I hope you enjoyed it like I wrote at the top- IF ANYONE PREFERS ME NOT TO WRIGHT IT THEN YOU CAN TELL ME BUT IF YOU DO YOU SHOULD ALSO TELL ME. But thank you for reading it. Please tell me your thoughts and HELPFUL L criticism.