TT fic!

Okay, so I finally got Trauma Team!

And so far...well...I FREAKING LOVE IT! Especially Gabriel...*drools* And I love the fact that he has a son, thats so cute! So heres my little ((as of now, this could change into a series of drabbles depending on the response I get)) oneshot!

Or...if you want...I could see about maybe making this a story with chapters...? Oh well. Lets see how this goes.

-start fic-

Gabriel strolled into his office, glancing at the wall clock mounted above his couch. It read 6:53 pm. Gabe sighed, it had been as bland a day as any other. He headed to his fridge, grabbing a beer. He cracked it open, and sucked the whole can down before dropping it on the ground. Who needed trashcans?

He grabbed a new pack of cigarettes off the counter and plopped himself down on his couch in order to smoke them. He almost turned RONI off so she wouldn't make any comments about the dangers of smoking, but he simply didn't care. Let her say what she wanted. He fumbled with his cheap lighter until it produced a weak flame, which he used to light the one of the cigarettes he was so deeply addicted to.

"Doctor, smoking tabacco cigarettes can lead to lung cancer, coughing, blackening of the teeth, and-"

"I know RONI, just...just shut up..." Gabe murmured, laying his hand over his eyes and groaning inwardly. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the old TV he had in his office. He didn't know what channel it was on, and he really didn't care. The sole purpose of the TV was for background noise.

After about an hour of just sitting there with the TV going, smoking, ignoring RONI, and simply doing nothing, he finally realized he should eat something. The only food he had in his office was a few bags of stale chips, some Chinese takeout he'd never finished and was probably not too tasty anymore. He decided he'd have to go grab something...depending on how much cash he had with him. He opened his wallet, but his eyes strayed away from the three one-hundred dollar bills he had with him and onto his picture of Joshua. It was a picture he'd covered up by his return information card almost eight years ago, but that must have just recently fallen out.

The picture was of Joshua as a four-month-old baby. His dark brown hair stuck in all different directions, a wide, toothless smile on his face, and his big brown eyes were shimmering. The picture had been taken while Joshua was laying on his back, grasping a colorful plastic block between his chubby little baby fingers. He remembered taking the picture on a particular Thursday he'd had off, while Lisa worked. And while some people wouldn't have wanted to spend their day off looking after a baby, Gabriel had loved spending time with his son.

Looking at the picture, he sighed. He and his wife had stopped living together when Joshua was two. Things had started going downhill shortly after his first birthday. They'd begun to argue more, Lisa kicked Gabe out of their bed and onto the couch at night, and they couldn't seem to compromise or agree on anything. When Joshua cried or got sick, Lisa made sure she was the one to attend to him. It devasted her a bit how he almost displayed no resemblance to her, yet looked entirely like Gabriel.

By Joshua's second birthday, all hope had been lost for rekindling the relationship. Gabriel packed up and got moved out on a day while Lisa took Joshua to a little kids' amusement park. Joshua had noticed the absense, but Lisa managed to find a way to make the memory of Gabe disappear almost completely from Joshua's memory.

"Miss those days..." Gabe muttered.

He started to shut his wallet, when he noticed another two pictures. One was a wedding picture of himself and Lisa, and the other was a picture taken when they were at a fancy restaurant for dinner, while Lisa was pregnant.

He first studied the wedding photo. Lisa had worn a strapless white wedding dress with all kinds of beading and small silver flower embroidery on it. She had a veil resting on top of her copper-brown, wavy hair. The veil flowed down her curvaceous back, making her look angelic. Her light tan skin glowed, and her green eyes were gleaming with happiness. He stared at her beautiful build, sighing again. He looked over to himself, dressed in a tuxedo with a white flower adorning the front. His hair had been neatened just a bit, and his smile was completely genuine.

He studied the next picture. The two sat in a fancy booth, both dressed in nice clothes. He'd wore a collared, long sleeved shirt and some black trousers. His wife was wearing a red maternity dress. In the picture, he had his arms around his wife, one hand resting on her rounded middle. They'd gotten a waiter to snap the picture for them. He had to chuckle a bit at his pregnant ex-wife. He remembered how badly she'd wanted a baby. It took quite a few tries to finally get one, though. And their very first baby had been a miscarriage. She'd been completely and utterly devastated. But she still didn't give up.

Gabe had honestly not been as determined to have a baby as his wife. But he would never forget holding his son for the first time. He'd been born at Resurgam, tiny and pink, weighing in at six pounds, 9 ounces, with a full head of fluffy black hair. He remembered a young Maria who he had only recently met coming in to see Gabe's new son. That was seriously the only time she had ever been nice enough not to make some rude comment.

He then actually began to look for the picture he had of his son on the night he was born. He finally was able to locate it, after pulling out many different credit and debit cards to find it hidden beneath an old, expired card of some sort.

In the picture, he was leaning down next to his wife, who was laying in a hospital bed holding their son, a wide grin on his tired face. Lisa had managed to look beautiful despite the exhaustion clearly visible in her eyes. Gabriel remembered the events prior to Joshua's birth as if they'd just happened yesterday.

Lisa had awoken Gabriel at eleven o'clock that night, telling him she was having cramps. Being the doctor he was, he asked her some questions, and figured she was most likely in labor. He got everything ready, and got Lisa in the car. He sped off to Resurgam.

After nine long hours, Joshua was finally born. Gabe had held his wife's hand and gave her all the encouragement he could as she delivered their son. He entered the world with a loud, healthy cry. Gabe got to cut the cord, and soon after the doctors presented Lisa with their newborn. His and Lisa's parents came to meet the baby, along with a few of Gabriel's mentors at the hospital, who came up to congratulate the couple.

Gabriel stared at the picture. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been that happy in his life. He did a lot wrong in life, like maybe not really putting much effort into fixing things with Lisa, and not keeping contact with his son, the mistakes he made while diagnosing patients... But to him, his little boy was perfect.

He stuffed all the pictures back in his wallet. He laid a hand over his face, suddenly feeling more melancholy than hungry. He slowly closed his wallet, and slipped it into his pocket once more. The one person he loved more than anything else on the planet, more than anything in the universe, more than himself, he had so little involvement to the point where his son didn't even know of Gabriel being his father. Gabe's heart ached a bit everytime he thought about it. He hadn't gotten to be there to teach his son how to ride a bike, or teach how to fix things, take him tool shopping...any of the things dads taught their boys.

And now, all he could do was wallow in sadness. How was he ever supposed to get his son back into his life? He wanted so desperately to do so. But for him... getting back together with Lisa wasn't something he intended to do. The relationship between the two had been completely and totally severed. Gabriel simply wasn't willing to patch things up, especially since they were currently going through a divorce process.

He sighed, forgetting about eating that night. He just wanted to be with Joshua.

Nothing more.

But right now...that was out of his reach.

-end fic-

Soo? What did you think? Leave a quick review letting me know what I should do with this. Even if I should just completely scrap it, tell me so. I could just do some random little drabbles for you all, or turn this into an ongoing chapter story? Hmm. Anyway, thanks for reading =)