Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fan fiction. All of the characters are property of Jeff Judah and Gabe Sachs ( the creators of The Night Shift)

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. After watching the season 2 finale I couldn't wait to find out what happened to all the characters at San Antonio Memorial Hospital. Please leave constructive criticism and let me know what you think! This fanfiction will explore all of the current relationships at SAMH in their own chapters as well as the characters together the next chapter will focus on Drew and Rick! Sorry this is kinda short!


TC sat on the edge of Jordan's bed. His eyes moved from her monitor, to her eyes, to her monitor, to her lips. He watched the monitor with such intent it was almost as if every breath she took gave him permission to have one of his own. She breathed, he breathed. The cycle seemed to continue for hours. Nurses, doctors, and friends they all came into Jordan's room to give TC their condolences on their loss and to check on her stats. TC however knew what the stats meant, she was stable, and as for the baby he didn't care. Sure TC wanted to be a father, he loved his unborn child as much as he has ever loved anyone, and he loved Jordan more than that.

TC wondered how a tiny diamond engagement ring could weigh so much in his pocket. The ring felt like it weighed a ton. He pulled the tiny black velvet box out of his pocket. He had picked it up on his way home from Afghanistan. He was intent on not spending another day without Jordan as his wife and planned on proposing as soon as he got to the hospital. He didn't think he'd get here and find her in critical condition. He opened the box, tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about what his life would be like without her. War was nothing compared to the thought of losing her. Finally TC, the Army Ranger and ER doctor couldn't stop it from happening, he cried.

"T…" Jordan said faintly, her voice sounding weak and frail.

"Shh, baby don't talk," TC reprimanded. She was still very sick and she didn't need the stress on her, it would be enough finding out about the loss of the baby.

"T… what is that?" She asked, looking at the ring box in his now trembling hands. He quickly stood up and placed the ring box out of sight. Now was not the time to ask her to be his.

"It's nothing sweetie, just get some rest."

Jordan lay there for a moment just looking at TC. She could see the anguish on his face. She placed her hand on stomach and her heart dropped into her stomach. Something was wrong; she couldn't feel the baby moving anymore. She always moved when TC was around.

Tears gathered in the corners of Jordan's eyes. She frantically felt her stomach and started crying.

"T, the baby, I don't feel her moving. T what's going on?!" Jordan was beyond panicked right now. She knew TC couldn't handle losing this baby, this baby was the push he needed to get better, and losing the baby would wreck him.

"Jordan," TC said, a bit of his Irish accent sneaking out.

"Don't Jordan me! What is wrong with our daughter?!"

"Daughter?" TC said broken hearted. He had heard the baby's heartbeat but they hadn't found out the sex yet.

TC sat there broken. Jordan grabbed her chart off the table and started reading her diagnosis out loud.

"Stroke…pre-eclampsia…" Jordan wept to herself; the feeling that this was her fault wouldn't escape her thoughts.

"What did I do wrong? Why did this happen to us? We were in such a good place…. we were going to be a family," tears rolled softly down Jordan's cheeks as TC cupped her face with his hand.

"You did nothing wrong," TC spoke sternly through the tears, "there is nothing we could have changed, you didn't do this us, you did nothing wrong. Nothing wrong."

Jordan sobbed as TC let go of her face. He stood up and Jordan cried harder.

"This is it," she thought, " he's leaving me. I ruined this, I broke us. "

TC grabbed the ring box off the table and kneeled next to the bed. He held Jordan's hand tightly and kissed her knuckles.

"Jordan Elisabeth Alexander. You did nothing wrong, we are still in a good…" his voice trailed off for a second as he searching for the words to comfort her, "…hell a great place. We can still be a family. All you have to do is say yes," TC said eyes wide with hope.

"T… when did you get this?" Jordan asked looking at the modest but beautiful engagement ring placed ever so slightly in the velvet box.

"Honestly, I bought it five years ago, before I left. I planned on proposing when I returned home to you in one piece."

"But you didn't propose when you got home…Why?"

"Because I wasn't in one piece. It wouldn't have been fair to you for me to place the burden of PTSD on you. When I finally started to rebuild you were with Scott and you looked happy. I didn't want to ruin that for you, I always wanted you to be happy. "

"And you still kept it? Even after I was with Scott?"

"I still had hope. I still have hope. Now Jordan Elisabeth Alexander will you do me the honor of making me honest man and say yes already before I have a heart attack?" TC asked nervously.

Jordan examined the ring; she looked into the eyes of the man she loved. She never noticed how old he looked. It wasn't bad; he was as handsome as he had ever been. His eyes showed the most, they looked sad. He had seen so much loss in his life, he was finally getting better but how could she say yes when she was breaking inside.

She looked deeply into his brown eyes. She had never noticed how the corners of his eyes turned down, or the green flecks that appeared sporadically throughout them. She never noticed the scar above his left eye, although she remembered how he got it. She knew she had loved this man since her 1st year residency. She loved him deeply but she had never felt so distant from him.

She gripped her stomach and started to cry.