A/N - Hey! I wrote this one a while back. I actually wrote it in chunks, therefore some of the timeline is missing. I honestly don't want to add in those missing parts, but I'll inform you of what has happened (that is, if there is a space of time between one chapter and the next). Basically, this began in 'Blue Bird'; just after Lisbon finds out Jane was tricking her, she catches the cab and tells Pike 'yes' to marriage. In that taxi, she gets into a car crash. So. Here we go. it continues from there. :) I promise it gets better looool.

"You are?"

"I am."

Lisbon couldn't keep the smile off her face. She overjoyed; she was so happy it hurt.

Her life had changed so much in the past year that it seemed ridiculous to think she'd be happy with anyone else but Patrick Jane. As they hugged one another, newlyweds, and expecting a child together, she murmured quiet "I love you"'s, which were returned just as quickly.

She wanted this moment to last forever, this picture perfect scene of soulmates embracing, overlooking their friends and family. The beautiful contrast of white against the darkened night, the feeling of Jane's tears dropping delicately onto her shoulder. In this moment, absolutely everything was right.

"I love you, Teresa." Jane moved so he could see her face, her beautiful face.

All Lisbon could do was nod. She was shaking, overwhelmed with emotions. She smiled, as best as she could manage.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.

She swallowed thickly. She had a lump in her throat, and her teeth were clenching uncontrollably. Eventually, she got a few words out. "Yeah… yeah. Just pregnancy hormones." Lisbon tried to smile again, but found she couldn't.

Jane gripped her hand. "Lisbon? Tell me what's wrong," he said, alarmed, but Lisbon couldn't hear him anymore. Her head was spinning. It wasn't happiness hurting her anymore - there was something… some…

"Ms Lisbon! Ms Lisbon, you're okay. You're okay. You are in hospital, and you have a tube down your throat right now. We can get it out if you stop moving."

Her eyes swivelled, senses overloaded. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe and she was going to die because she couldn't-

"Teresa." His voice instantly stopped her movements and thoughts. Jane. She felt his hand squeeze hers, felt the coolness of his wedding band against her skin. She tried to look over at him, but he was out of her field of vision.

When Lisbon tried to saying something, she spluttered, and her panic started again.

This time, Jane moved, getting up onto the hospital bed. He kneeled on the mattress, leaning closer to her face. Lisbon could see that he was pale, that he hadn't shaved, and his hand was sweaty in hers. "Lisbon, it's okay. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving." He nodded, as if in confirmation. "Just look at me, okay? Don't pay any attention to anything else."

Lisbon stared at him, tears dripping from her eyes. What was happening? But, even so, she nodded minutely in return.

But the second one of the doctors put a hand on her, she panicked again. She shifted her shoulders as a way of moving.

"Ms Lisbon, it is alright." The doctor moved so that he was standing next to the bed, directly in front of her. "This will only take a second, then you'll feel better." He was talking to her like a child, like a poor, helpless child. Which was exactly how she felt.

The doctor tentatively reached out to touch her free hand, the one attached to an I.V. drip. When Lisbon didn't shy from his touch, he squeezed her hand, before nodding to other doctors and nurses in the room.

As they pulled the breathing tube from her throat, and checked her stats and incision sites, the cause of which was still unknown to her, Jane didn't move his eyes from hers. Lisbon noticed he was wearing one of his island shirts, which was strange, seeing as he had started wearing vests again.

"Is there anyone I should inform that she's awake? A partner, or husband?" One of the nurses was holding a phone in her hand.

She nodded, pointing at Jane, trying to say that he was her husband. But Jane's answer…

"Yes, she has a boyfriend. Marcus Pike. His number should be on her phone, somewhere here." His voice faded as he grabbed her mobile from the window sill, and walked outside to make the call.

What? What the hell? Patrick was her partner, her husband, her everything. Why did he say Pike?

Her breath quickened again. She gripped the sides of the bed, trying to do something, anything. But her legs were stiff and sore, and her stomach was shooting white-hot pain. She was stuck. She was imprisoned.

Suddenly, everything went black.