Chapter One: The Accident

The afternoon was enjoyable; that much was certain. The air wasn't quite thick, yet it still held that summer warmth that only June and July can really grasp and a subtle, comfortable breeze lingered through the air, gently singing through the trees and moving Tina Belcher's inky black tresses into her face. She casually brushed them away as her gaze lingered out of the window in the Belcher's restaurant, Bob's Burgers. A sigh passed between her lips longingly. I love seeing Jimmy Jr dance as he mops the floor, she thought, cheek resting against her palm. Across the street, at the Pesto Pizzeria, Jimmy Jr had his large black and red headphones over his ears as he swayed his hips side to side, most likely going in time with the music that no one else could hear but him.

Tina watched as he leaned back, tossing the mop behind him then spinning to catch it, holding it high in the air for only a short moment before he put it down once more to clean the floor. Miniscule gusts of wind wafted into the restaurant from the open door, tinkling Tina's face. She crinkled her nose but didn't take her eyes away from her own personal Jimmy show, complete with his upmost obliviousness. She was now a fifteen year old girl, and in two years their relationship has indeed blossomed, if only slightly. They went from acquaintances to supposed friends, and now they really were friends who actually conversed casually every now and again and even texted, though it wasn't terribly often because Tina refused to be the first to send a text.

It started with her researching dating tips online. Now that she was really beginning to connect with Jimmy Jr, she figured she needed to start making some actual moves. One of the tips-number seven to be exact-stated, "Make dates spontaneously. Text, "I'm craving a McFlurry! Drop what you're doin and hit the drive-thru with me? :)". Now that she could text him, she figured it was the perfect time. As she began writing said message, though, she freaked. This could mean an actual date. He'll say no. He'll be busy and I'll look like an idiot! No, wait, Tina. You can do this. It's just one stupid text.

She attempted to cheer herself on with a mantra of sorts, until finally she felt confident enough to send the text, as long as she did so quickly. In her rush to type and anxious nerves it ended up instead saying, "I'm craving a drive so drop your McFlurry and do it :)".

She hadn't even realized what it had said until she got a reply from him, saying, "Tina neither one of us can drive and I don't have a McFlurry". Needless to say, she was pretty devastated.

Since that day she has so solemnly vowed to herself that she would wait for him to text first. Also, it showed if he wanted to in the first place. Every time her phone buzzed now her heart leapt into her throat, hoping it was from Jimmy Jr. Occasionally it is, but most of the time it's Zeke. She doesn't mind Zeke-in fact, he's a pretty nice guy once you get past his juvenile antics and strange odor-but he's certainly no Jimmy Pesto Jr. Come to think of it, the southern male texts her often. It has even got to the point where she's come to expect it-every buzz or ding her phones makes, she figures it's Zeke.

As she continued staring at Jimmy Jr and his fluent, sporadic dance moves that did funny things to her chest she felt a pair of hands grip tightly onto her shoulders. She gasped and stumbled from her place on the barstool, breaking her trance from the lovely gingers dance moves.

"Louise," she groaned, looking at the ten year olds grinning face and eager eyes, pink bunny hat still residing happily upon her head. Her younger sibling smiled from ear to ear, Gene coming up behind her, now thirteen. "What do you want? I was… uuuh…" As she racked her brain for an appropriate answer Louise cut her off.

"Staring at your boyfriend, I know." Before Tina could say that he wasn't-sadly-her boyfriend, Louise continued, "But this is summer vacation! You can't just sit around all day making goo-goo eyes at him. You need to… have fun!"

"But making goo-goo eyes at Jimmy Jr is fun."

"No matter!" The younger girl interjected, shaking her head, bunny ears bouncing. "It's not fun for us. And we need to do something… as a family." She took Tina's hands and began blinking her long eyelashes, lower lip extending outwards.

"Yeah!" Gene agreed, pumping his fist into the air, "Family time is fun time!"

"But don't let Mom hear you say, "family time". She'll try to tag along." At that all three Belcher's nodded, and Tina looked over, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"What's in it for you, Louise?" She asked, trying to raise just one eyebrow to look cool and realizing she's unable, so instead raising both eyebrows and looking kind of like a surprised animal.

Louise looked aghast. "Wha-in it for… what?" She appeared flabbergasted, placing a hand on her heart, jaw hanging slack. "Nothing!" Tina just looked at her in disbelief, Gene playing some kind of different tune on his keyboard. Finally, under the teenager's hard eyes she frowned, shoulders slumping. "Alright," she caved, rolling her shoulder blades back, "I'm really bored and I figured I'd hang out with you two since everyone else sucks. I mean, you both suck too, but on a different, lower level of lame."

"Aw, Louise," Tina stated, patting her head, "I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"Whatever." She griped, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Tina tested her older, blue bike by pressing down on it slightly, seeing how the tires bounced. "Are you sure?" She inquired, still inspecting the bike. "We haven't ridden these for a while. They could fall apart right under us, then where would we be?"

"The hospital!" Gene helped.

"The hospital." Tina concurred.

"Guys, c'mon," Louise rolled her eyes as she sat on her own bike, a pink one. "Have I ever steered you wrong?" The other Belcher's shared a look of discomfort. Louise scoffed and fingered the handle bars, not meeting their judgmental gazes. "Okay, fair enough. But it's just a simple bike race-and if these bikes have held up this long, they can go an extra five, maybe ten minutes." Tina danced around the idea, and Louise did make a valid point. So what if they hadn't ridden in a few years? You never forget how to ride a bike, and since they held really strong back then, if anything they should be just as strong, since they've not been in use.

"If this is such a great idea, then why aren't we telling Mom and Dad?" Tina inquired, lifting a dark brow at her scheming younger sister.

Louise didn't skip a beat as she answered her sister's question, "Because they're parents, and they worry a lot. This is a good idea and everything is going to be fine, but if we told them and made a rational, logical argument they would still say no because they're parents. Duh, Tina-and I thought you were the oldest." Her face flushed softly. Louise was right; she's the oldest, so she should know these things. Duh, Tina.

After everything was settled, they lined up their bikes-pink, yellow, blue-and set up to race. As Tina adjusted herself on the bike, getting the familiar feel of the seat once more, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eyes, in the road beside them. She turned to look, and the sight before her made her heart stop for two whole beats. There was a child-Mort's cousin who's come to visit him-barely two years old, stumbling into the middle of the road after a bright orange ball. Mort was inside, quickly talking to an obviously upset client, both of their mouths moving hurriedly.

But that wasn't the worst of the situation. As the child moved one step closer, the ball seemed to roll two steps back. The kid reached out its small, chubby arm to grab at the ball, but it was no use. Still, he kept trying, and didn't stop trying even as a truck started to drive up, not seeing the small figure below. Tina's stomach clenched, but she didn't even attempt to think. Didn't have time to think. She stumbled, not so gracefully, off of her bicycle and into the road. Time seemed to go by in slow motion, and she was aware of the distant ringing in her ears, tuning out all other noise. Maybe it was the adrenaline or her overactive thoughts all thinking at once, blocking out the other voices and mentally talking over one another.

In one big swoop she grabbed the ball in one arm and the little child in the other. The truck was getting closer and closer by each passing second, and for an instant she thought she heard a honk, but she still had a job to do. Her limbs moving without her mind telling them what to do she tried getting them to the concrete but stumbled once more, tripping over her own feet. Mort's little cousin fell from her arms, but landed safely on his side only a few inches from the sidewalk. He swayed over, and giggled, hugging his orange ball to his chest. For Tina, though, there wasn't enough time to reach the safety from her position in the road.

Time was going so slow before, but as the vehicle came closer and closer it went all too fast. Tina didn't hear her siblings scream her name, nor Jimmy Jr screech in surprised horror when he ran outside as the front bumper of the car hit her head on. She felt the impact, heard a sickening crack, and then before she knew it everything went black.

A.N. Okay, so, I think the first few chapters will be kind of short, if only because I wrote this as all one big, long story and I wasn't even going to post it here, but a friend of mine insisted. I only have the story partially written so far, and as of right now I have no idea how many chapters I'll be able to post before actually writing more.

I don't even know where this idea came from. It just kind of… happened. I was brainstorming Jimmy Jr. and Tina ideas I think and the idea of him visiting her at a hospital happened and the thought just kind of took its own shape and form. The first few chapters will pick up right as the last one let off, since, like I said, I was just writing it as one story, not splitting it up. Which is kind of dumb on my part but, what can you do?

Any way, if you have any questions then please, feel free to ask. I got into Bob's Burgers to help with my anxiety of being away from family members for long periods of time, and that's why I'm on this side of FanFiction. It's a funny show and though this story is on the darker side of it, it's still super fun to write. Please, R&R, it lets me know people are reading and enjoying the story!