She's the One
By Jnr Cpl Scarlett
Summary: In the alternate universe, PC Kerry Young survived the shooting. Will she grass on Andrea and Gabriel? What lengths will she go through to find the serial sniper? Will she give love one more chance?
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Beep…beep…beep…the gentle sounds of the machine monitoring her heartbeat. She'd just emerged from emergency surgery to remove the bullet. The operation had been a huge success. The one person who had been by her side the entire time, feeling every stab of aching pain was Smithy.
Head over heels in love with the blonde constable, Sergeant Smithy was always there for her. Sitting by her bedside, Smithy held the ice cold fingers of the unconscious Kerry.
Odd strands of blonde hair were plastered to her face. Her eyes were closed, and her face pale and clammy.
Smithy's young face was tear-stained from crying. He was very shaky; the sound of a door slamming anywhere in the hospital would make him jump uncontrollably.
"Kerry," he said shakily, "I'll find whoever did this to you, I promise…"
Later that day, when Smithy had left, Inspector Gold came to visit. Kerry was still unconscious.
Gina sat by her side for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. Then she remembered that there was a chance Kerry could hear in.
"You know, Kerry," she began softly, "everyone's really worried about you. Honey keeps asking me frantically whether you're alright. The super passes his regards, and he'll come to see you tomorrow. To be honest, it's Smithy you should be thinking about. He saved your life when he resuscitated you, and then we were able to get you to hospital. Kerry? Can you hear me?"
Gina moved forwards slightly as Kerry's hand moved. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Ma'am?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I? Where's Smithy? What happened?" Gina fluffed her pillows for her.
"Don't fret Kerry, Smithy's at the nick, worrying his mind over you," Gina said gently, as a smile formed on her face. Kerry glanced uncertainly around her room.
"Oh, my god, I'm in hospital! What the hell happened?" she asked desperately.
Gina sighed.
"According to Smithy's version of the story, you'd just told him you loved him when a bullet hit you in the chest. To put it simply, you were shot, and you collapsed in Smithy's arms and he resuscitated you."
Kerry looked more shocked and upset than Gina ever thought she would. Her eyes shone with visible fear.
"Am I going to die?" she asked clearly. Gina shook her head.
"You're going to make it through," she answered, "You've had surgery to remove the bullet, and it seems like you'll make a full recovery."
Kerry calmed down a little, but something was still nagging in the back of her mind.
"Who shot me?" she whispered dramatically. Gina took her hand.
"We don't know for certain," she replied, "but you can rest assured that we're going to find out."
Kerry sat back, her mind still racing with worry. Why would anyone want to shoot her? Kerry could think of plenty of colleagues with motives. Andrea Dunbar, Gabriel Kent, Neil Manson…and then there was David and Irene Radford…
"How's Smithy?" she said finally.
"He's coping," said Gina, not looking her in the eye. "Do you really love him?"
Kerry nodded sincerely.
"Thank Jesus I didn't die, I can imagine how Smithy would be, if fate didn't allow us to have a go at a relationship…" Kerry murmured.
"You'll be able to, I'll make sure of that," Gina said sincerely. "Poor Smithy's never been lucky in love, but that's about to change." She flashed a warm smile.
"Thanks, ma'am," Kerry said, her words almost melting at the unusual kindness of her inspector. "It means a lot to me."
"Of course it does. I've got to go; the Super will be on my tail otherwise." With those swift words, Gina left the room, leaving Kerry to ponder the thoughts spinning contemptuously in her tight, enclosed mind.
"Miss Young? Can I have a word?" The aging Asian doctor entered the room carrying a clipboard. Kerry sat up straight in her bed, feeling stabbing pain.
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. Well, we've done some tests, and we've discovered that you're carrying a baby." Kerry's eyes widened in shock.
"I'm pregnant?" she said faintly. "Oh, no!" She ran her hand down her face. Whose was it? Cameron's? …no…Gabriel's? …David Radford's? …there were just so many…why did she have to be such a slapper? Then, another bombshell dropped inside her head.
"Did it survive the shooting?" Kerry muttered, not really knowing whether she wanted to find out.
"Yes, and you're a few months pregnant," the doctor said. "I understand you may find this difficult to take this all in, but it will get easier, I promise." Kerry nodded uncertainly, wondering why everything had to happen to her.
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