Disclaimer: Casualty belongs to Auntie Beeb, i merely torture/play with the characters and promise to return them soon.
A/N: Just a quick angsty Jess piece, because i'm sad that her and Adam probably won't get together now.
She was always there for others in their hour of need, when they needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to chat to. Even when her day had been disastrous she'd always try to help; it was who she was, it was what she did.
She'd made one mistake. It was a nice mistake, but Adam was the reason her children were now in Saudi with Sean, and not here talking, playing, filling the deadly silent house with their laughter. Another tear slipped down her cheek, as she thought of everything she had lost.
Sean on the other hand liked to play god, if he wasn't in control he wasn't happy. She'd known he'd played away before Zoë, but he'd always come home and told her he loved her in such away she couldn't remember why she should leave. She hadn't really wanted to leave, until Adam. But then there was Amelia and Lucas tying her to Sean and she could never deny them anything – there was her flesh and blood they were so precious to her and Sean had played on that. He was punishing her because it was the only thing he could do, he couldn't force her outright to have an abortion but he could use the nearest thing to it.
She'd screwed up the paper with the phone number on it almost instantaneously without having to think. She could never kill her child, even if she would never see Amelia and Lucas again she knew they were safe – Sean wasn't so callous he'd hurt them, he loved them. She felt guilty for letting them down, she should be there for them, caring for them and watching them grow up.
She'd promised to give Adam up after Lucas had nearly died, and she had, but that didn't mean she still didn't love him, he had shown her love and comfort he had been a shining light in her life she didn't realise that she'd needed. But now he was gone too, because it was for the best.
She looked around the cold, dark empty flat and let out a little sob and slid further down the wall.
No-one was there for her in her hour of need, she lay still and alone on the carpet of the flat, waiting, hoping for a comfort that would never come, it was who she was now, it was what she did.