A/N: This is the first chapter of my first "published" fan fiction, so bear with me! I apologise for possible misspelling and such, I have no beta at the moment. Anyway, review please! Flames welcome, but not wished highly for, I prefer constructive criticism…
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I decided to start my story with explaining each and every "Sons" situation, to give you and myself a better picture on how their everyday life was.
The first chapter is about Pogue, and how he reacts to a situation when Kate gets hurt:
"Pogue, go away!" Kate screamed and slammed the door in Pogue's face. "Kate! Come on, babe, open up!" he banged his fist angrily against her dorm room door.
Sarah was at Caleb's as usual. Ever since the whole 'Chase-incident', they had both been suffering from separation anxiety, especially Caleb. He had been Using to levitate outside of her window, just to watch her sleep. It was creeping out all the Sons, but Pogue understood him perfectly. Pogue had been more then his usual overprotective self towards Kate, and she had now finally snapped. He envied how open Caleb and Sarah's relationship was, and he wanted that for himself and Kate too. But he never felt like the time was right, and he kept postponing it.
"I can't stand it anymore Pogue, I need some space!" Kate yelled through the door. "Please, Kate, just let me in so we can talk about this" he pleaded back.
The locked door was no problem for him to get through, he could just Use or probably just push it open, but he didn't. He respected and loved Kate way too much to do that.
He heard a thump, and someone hissing in pain. "Kate?" Pogue said again, this time louder. When she didn't respond right away, he Used and unlocked the door. He ran in and saw Kate lying on the floor, blood seeping from the back of her head.
"Kate! Oh no, babe come on!" he said as he swiftly picked her up and ran to his car. He put her swiftly into the passenger seat, and ripped a part of his t-shirt and fastened around her still bleeding wound. She let out small, almost incoherent moans of pain as he tightened his improvised bandage around her head.
He quickly closed the passenger door and ran to the other side of the car, and got into the driver seat. Pogue started the car and sped towards the hospital, throwing worried looks towards the stressed and pained shape of his love. "Kat, come on, you can't leave me, hold on. Everything is going to be okay" he whispered, more to calm himself then his unconscious girlfriend.
He stopped right outside of the hospital entrance, ignoring the profanities coming from the upset nurses, and ran inside, carrying Kate in his arms. "Someone! Help me!" he yelled as soon as he was inside the building.
A doctor came running towards them, and a frown appeared on the doctors withered face. The grey stripes in his chocolate brown hair were shining against the clear ice blue of his eyes. It was the same doctor that had taken care of Kate the last time she was in, Pogue recognised him. "Doc, help her!" Pogue was panicking at this point, and the doctor showed him to a room and told him to put Kate on the white sheeted bed. Kate stirred and moaned in pain again when Pogue lied her down on the sickbed, and she murmured his name. "Pogue…" she muttered, almost to low for him to hear. "Yes Kate, babe, I'm here" he sat down and held her hand as the doctor started working on her.
14 hours later: .
"Pogue…" Kate murmured and opened her eyes. Pogue was sleeping in what seemed as an unbelievably uncomfortable position next to her. He was sitting on a chair with his torso and head laid over the iron boards of her bed, holding her own petite hand in his large, warm, comforting grasp.
He woke as soon as he heard her shifting in her bed, and saw that she was awake. He smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and kissed her gently on her forehead. "Kate" he sighed, and smiled happily.
Pogue was glad she was awake, the doctor, Mortensen was his name, had said that if Pogue hadn't been there to take her to the hospital within half an hour, Kate wouldn't have made it. She had lost a lot of blood, but she was recovering quickly, and that Pogue was ecstatic for. But something had been bothering him. What happened?
"Kate, what happened? You hit your head somehow, do you remember?" he asked, a frown appearing on his already slightly stressed face.
Kate sighed and let her head fall to her pillow. "I fell" she said with her eyes closed and a slight amused smile played with her lips. "You fell?" Pogue repeated. "On what?" he continued, finding it a bit funny.
Kate had always been a bit clumsy, but she had never gotten as hurt like this from falling before, and it worried Pogue. 'Maybe she had had something to drink?' he thought, but he knew she hadn't. He'd been with her all night and had watched her every move. And it was exactly that, that had fired up Kate's anger. Pogue had always been overprotective, but after they had both gotten out of the hospital it had reached a new high. At first it had just annoyed her in a sweet kind of way, but now this time Kate had had enough.
"Yes, I fell. Or, tripped is a better word. Caleb's shirt was lying and covering Sarah's shoes, and, of course, I managed to trip in them and hit my head on the heater" Kate was now laughing as she explained it to Pogue. It sounded so pathetic and clumsy, so like something she could do.
"Hell yeah, I thought someone had gotten some when Caleb showed up at my house with no shirt and a stupid grin on his face" Pogue replied and laughed with her. Kate grinned at her boyfriend and strangely enough, she felt happy. She put her hand to his cheek and kissed him, all anger and annoyance long gone.
"If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't be alive" Kate said quietly and looked him in the eyes. "If I hadn't upset you, you wouldn't be in the hospital", Pogue replied and kissed her knuckles lovingly with a sad expression on his face. "No, don't you dare say that Pogue! If I hadn't tripped then, I would have later. You know me, I have the balance of a drunk ostrich", Kate said sternly, and took his face in both of her hands, forcing him to look in her eyes.
Pogue smiled slightly and kissed her, before he gently pushed her down into the bed again. "You need to rest" he said, and kissed her forehead gently one more time before settling into his chair again. This time, in a slightly more comfortable position and fell asleep, snoring loudly.
Kate closed her eyes and smiled. She had tried to convince Pogue to go home, but he refused. He was by far the most stubborn person she had ever met, and she loved him for it. Pogue's snoring made Kate suddenly feel very tired, and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.