A/N: SLASHHHHHH. Um, my friend gave me the idea for this. It was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but I got some great plot ideas, from a numerous list of people. Uh, it's kind of dark, so I wouldn't read it if you want to stay away from that sort of thing. Um, anyway. Because it took me so long to write anything (SIX DAYS! WOW! SO LONG!) I thought it only fair to let you know that it was my birthday (I turned thirteen! lol) so I was rather busy. And you know what I bought? Season 2! (of 21 Jump Street, numb nuts!)

"TOM, WAIT!!" Doug screamed, watching the car screech out from it's temporary parking spot in the ditch. Tom didn't hear Doug, and darted out before the speeding car. Doug wanted to help him, but how could he help Tom, who was now in the clear path of a speeding car? Oh God, there were so many ways; if only they all hadn't escaped Doug's mind at the moment.

The scenario played out before him, in slow motion and the most vivid of colours. Tom had seen him; Tom had seen the suspect. Tom had seen the supposed murder suspect, Kevin Broadsome. Of course, since Tom was so determined, he had to jump out of the car and chase down the motherfucker. Doug had tried to convince him otherwise, but it hadn't worked. That sort of thing never worked with Tom. At least, not while on a case. Doug could make a compromise at home, but work was a totally different story. Which was why Doug was cringing as he watched Broadsome turn around, only to see Tom, as Kevin decided to dash to his car. That was not a good sign. Kevin had pulled the car into gear, and now he was driving directly towards Tom. Tom was too busy running towards the squad car that Doug was climbing out of in order to warn his partner, best friend, and boyfriend. Oh God.

Before Doug knew it, Tom was lying on the ground. There had been no screech. Hell, Kevin Broadsome didn't seem to be too fazed by the fact he had just knocked a police officer unconscious by hitting him with his car. Doug, on the other hand, was extremely fazed by this. Although his legs were shaking as he ran towards Tom, he knew he had to get to him. He physically couldn't do this, as the result of shock towards the incident. But Doug had to get to him. Doug had to get to him now. So mentally, Doug could do this. And it was the only thing that actually got him to do it in the long-run.

As he stumbled over to the unconscious body of his boyfriend. His knees collapsed, and Doug instinctively had Tom propped up in his lap. All training for CPR and rescue breathing escaped him. So much for enrolling in the academy, if he couldn't remember how to save his partner. The only thing Doug could do right now to help Tom was to hold him, to hold him and hope he would get better. Of course, that didn't seem likely. What Doug probably should have been doing was calling an ambulance. But he couldn't stand up. He most definitely couldn't just leave Tom in the middle of the road like this, either.

Someone must have taken initiative to calling an ambulance anyway. Doug appreciated it, but he hated seeing Tom being loaded onto a stretcher. This was not Doug's idea of a good day. No, not a good day at all when Doug had to watch Tom being loaded into an ambulance by the aid of a stretcher and several paramedics. Doug had to shut his eyes for a moment, just so he could keep his sanity. He tried to convince himself that this wasn't happening-- but it was. It was happening a whole hell of a lot, and it even hurt a whole hell of a lot more. Doug sprinted towards the ambulance as the doors slammed shut. He swung the door open with the intensity of a mad-man, and stared at his boyfriend. Doug didn't like seeing his boyfriend like this. He fought to tear his eyes away from the helpless body of Tom.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave," a female paramedic said from somewhere inside of the ambulance. "Only family members are allowed into the ambulance."

"I'm-- I'm," Doug thought fast. It was mandatory for him to ride to the hospital with Tom. He could tell them that he was Tom's boyfriend, which was truth, but who knew what kind of prejudice that these people held against gay people? Besides, it couldn't be said whether or not he would actually be let inthe ambulance, regardless of the fact that Tom was his boyfriend. There was no telling whether or not they would take pity on him and let him ride in the ambulance anyway. But nothing could go wrong with a real family member, right? "I'm his brother."

"In that case," the woman hesitated. "Jump on in. We need to get him to the hospital immediately."

Doug woke abruptly. He kept having the same nightmare over and over and over again. He hated this hospital. He hated that his dream had actually happened. He hated the fact that he had spent the last few days next to Tom, who was laying lifelessly in a hospital bed. Doug hated the fact that Tom was in a coma. Doug hated the fact that that meant there was a chance that Tom would never wake up.

Most of all, Doug hated himself for not being able to properly warn his boyfriend of the danger that he was walking into when he took that step towards the squad car. Even more, he hated that fucking Kevin Broadsome, who had caused Doug all of this pain. As for Tom, who knew whether or not he was feeling pain? He was a cop laying a hospital, perfectly unaware of Doug sitting beside his bedside at all time, waiting for Tom to wake up from his goddamn coma.

"Tommy..." Doug whispered, reaching out and brushing a piece of stray hair out of Tom's perfectly still face. Doug wanted so badly for it to move. Matter of fact, that was all that Doug really wanted out of his boyfriend right now. It would reassure him that there was hope. "Tommy, wake up."

For the first time since he had sat beside Tom, Doug felt a tear run down his cheek. Now, Doug rarely cried. Ever. Even when it came to Tom, Doug was still aware that he was a man, and he shouldn't cry. Tom, on the other hand, was much more carefree about his crying. But Tom was in a coma, so what did it matter?

Wiping his tear away, Doug looked at the floor. He couldn't cry. Actually, he wouldn't cry. Breathing sharply, he looked at his boyfriend, but before he knew it, the tears were falling again. Resting his head in his hands, he thought about how useless this was. The crying, of course. He sat at Tom's bedside for as long as he could every day, in spite of the fact that he'd been in the coma for two weeks now. Sure, he still went to work, but Fuller knew not to put him on a case. He'd blow his cover before he even stepped foot inside of any school. Right now, Doug's top priority was the disabled, unresponsive Tom. The Tom who probably would never wake up.

"Oh God, Tommy," Doug said out loud once more. This time, his voice was quieter than when he had initially whispered to Tom. His voice cracked; another tear ran down his face. "Why did you have to do this? Now or ever? Just wake up already, you stupid... little... perfect-thing-you-are. Just wake up already and come to work with me, and-- and I'll get Fuller to put us on a McQuaid case. Yea, yea, that sounds amazing. McQuaid cases are fun, right Tommy? And there won't be... any...homicidal maniacs named Kevin Broadsome. No, you'll be the only one who killed anybody and that's because-- because you'll be Tommy McQuaid, man." Doug looked at him again. He was silent for a moment, managing to wipe away the tears from under his eyes. He reached forward and kissed Tom on the lips; something he'd managed to keep from doing for the past two weeks. He was supposed to be Tom's brother, and-- well, honestly-- brothers didn't do anything like that. "Please wake up?"

Tom didn't do anything. Tom never did anything. Not for the past two weeks, anyway. Doug stood up, his blood-shot eyes watching Tommy, in hopes that maybe he would do anything. No, nothing. Never anything. He should have expected it. But as usual, he was brought down a little, although Doug had found nothing much at all had made him too happy these days. Sure, there could be moments when he could forget, but it took a long time.

Doug honestly didn't know why he kept coming to the hospital, anyway. It just made him even more depressed. Sure, he was spending 'quality' time with Tommy, if you will. But it wasn't good time.

Good time was when Tommy was awake to witness it.