Hey y'all! It's been a while, hasn't it? I absolutely loved The Night Shift and I'm so happy they renewed it, so I decided to write a Fanfic about it :) Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own this show, NBC does, or Eoin Macken would be mine! I also don't own the title of the story, Joe Nichols does.

So basically, I'm going to continue where NBC left off and do things my way if that makes sense.

Impossible to Forget

Doctor TC Callahan's mind constantly shifted back to that day his brother was killed by the sniper. It was impossible to forget as well as impossible to move on past it. Topher Zia, his best friend, was tremendously helping him but his mind went back all the time especially when he didn't want to think about it.

"T?" Jordan Alexander, TC's saving grace when he came back from his tour, called as she walked in the room.
TC's head snapped up to look at her, still kind of lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah?" He moved aside as she came to sit down beside him on the couch in the semi-break room at the hospital. "What's up?"

"I was just checking on you. Are you okay? I know last night was pretty rough and you absolutely refused to stay home," Jordan said, looking him over in his scrub shirt and jeans. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue button down shirt.

"I'm fine. You came in," TC pointed out. "Oh, I get it. You wanted to see me." His signature smirk went across his face as he made the comment.

Jordan ducked her head and laughed. "No, of course not. Ragosa pushed me to check on you, seeing as I'm the head of the ER, just not tonight. He made me take off. Scott is coming in though, just to be on hands if he is needed."

"I wasn't going to stay home. There's nothing for me to do there but wallow in my sorrows and think about everything that's happened." TC turned to look at her, his hair falling in his face. "Seriously though, I'm fine. I just needed to tell someone about what happened. Otherwise I would have… Hell, I don't know what I would have done."

"T, you can always talk to me," Jordan said, putting a hand on TC's arm. At that moment, Scott Clemmens showed up at the door, causing Jordan to drop her hand quickly. "Hey TC, aren't we supposed to be going to see the twins today?"

Scott gave Jordan a weird look and frowned at TC.

"I forgot all about that. You know Aunt Jordan and Uncle TC need to go see their nieces, right?" TC stood up and looked at Scott. "Hello Scott, what do you need?"

He shook his head. "I was just checking on Jordan. Why don't you go ahead and go to Topher's room, Jordan? I'd like to talk to TC."

"I can—" Jordan caught one look from Scott and scrambled out.

"I want you to stay away from my girlfriend," Scott said, turning on TC. "I've seen the way you guys look at each other and her need to always be there for you. I'm not going to handle it for long. She is my girlfriend and I don't need you meddling in the relationship."

TC held his hands up in defense. "I'm not trying to do anything. I've really go to go, I'm sorry." With that, he left Scott in the room. He headed down the corridor to Topher's room, where Janet was currently at with the twins. "Who do we have here?"

Janet looked up at TC and smiled. "This is Eliza and the little girl J is holding is Mia. Do you want to hold Ellie?"

"Yes, I do." TC took Eliza from her and held the little girl. "She's so beautiful Toph." He cradled the little girl and smiled up at Jordan.

"I know she is. She is my daughter after all," Topher said, laughing. "But seriously, we wanted to ask you two if you would want to be the twins' godparents. We want both of them to go to the two of you if something happens to us that way they would be safe."

TC, as surprised as Jordan, looked up at Topher with extreme happiness crossing his face. "Of course," both TC and Jordan said at the same time.

"I definitely call dibs on Eliza though," TC said.

"You can't call dibs on a baby, T," Jordan chastised him. "We are both of their godparents."

TC huffed at her and scrunched his nose up at her. "You always have to ruin my fun, don't you? I swear you are like my fun killer. Damn you fun killer."

Everyone laughed at TC's comment. The four adults talked for a few more minutes before TC was paged back down in the ER and Jordan left to go home, promising to come see the twins tomorrow. TC had hugged her before they went their separate ways, making her a promise that they needed to sit down and talk again, just about anything, to curb TC's PTSD.

So what do you guys think? Should I continue it? Please read and review!