Flying On The Ground Is Wrong

Summary: After Ben is in an accident, he does whatever it takes to be there for Emma.


Ben couldn't remember when the world had stopped spinning.

Red and blue lights flashed from beneath closed eyelids.

He tried to swallow, but his tongue was swollen.

'Emma,' his brows furrowed painfully.

He couldn't feel her in his arms.

Ben couldn't feel anything.

Red, blue. Red, blue. Red, blue.

'Where is Emma?'

Alarm invaded the darkness.

His lungs fought through oceans while his head was filled with cement.

'Emma,' Ben tried to move his fingertips.

Red, blue. Red, blue. Red, blue.

His eyelids remained glued to the back of his skull.

Time became a blur, hands pulled at some of the pressure sitting firmly on his chest.

Ben struggled against the darkness, he had to get back to Emma.

Why couldn't he breathe?

The lights-they all came together right before the other cab hit them.

The collision.

Emma.

Ben felt his heart scream.

His entire body felt like it resurfaced after pleading for oxygen.

His eyes snapped open.

The lights weren't yellow-not this time.

They were flashing, sending a very painful message to every nervous system in his body.

Ben groaned, shifting limbs that burned with every brush of fabric.

He needed Emma.

"Sir? Can you hear me? You need to lie very still, we don't know what kind of damage the crash d-Sir!"

The twenty-two year old bartender tried, by sere force of will, to pull himself out of the backseat.

His jaw tightened, his fingers dug into broken glass.

Emma.

"Sir you can't move! I need some help over here!"

Ben ignored her and cried out as his right arm gave out on him.

He continued to shift his leg out the broken door, where the paramedic was standing.

An assortment of hands tried to stop him.

Ben could hear himself begin to beg, "Please! I need to get to Emma! She's my daughter," He couldn't breath, "Where's Emma?"

A sob wracked his lungs.

"Sir, there wasn't a baby in the car crash. She'll be alright, you need to stop moving!"

Ben hit the ground, the gravel digging into his leg, where the material was completely torn away and the skin looked like it had gone through a meat grinder.

His back was stuck to the over heated and dented metal behind him.

Tucker.

His head fell back.

He left Emma with Tucker.

The panic began to ebb away causing the world to spin and tilt onto the gravel beneath him.

Ben's eyes closed.

The red and blue lights faded away.

His arms still aching for his baby girl.


Author Notes: Hi, first time writing for Baby Daddy, I watched the Pilot a few years ago, fell away from it then came back recently with it marathoned under five days lol. I'm surprised there's not more fanfiction posted, it's a really good show. Fair warning all my stories will include Ben and whumpage :) Thanks for reading!