Everything is Numb3rs Chapter 1: Megan: Camisado, a numb3rs fanfic

This is going to be the start of my Song fics. There will be one for each team member, one for Megan/Larry, one for Amita/Charlie, and maybe one for the CalSci and Alan. I'm going to try something new here. A lot of people put the part of the song, then the story line. This will be reversed. I'll do one after that is like that. If you guys could review and say which you like better, that would be great. Also, constructive criticism is welcome, but don't flame. This is my first try, I'll get better in time.

Person/people: Megan

Song: Camisado

Artist: Panic! At The Disco

Side Notes: This is my first song fic, so it may be kinda bad. This is during Two Daughters, in between when the FBI found Megan on the floor and when they show her in the hospital bed.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I owned P!ATD and Numb3rs though.

Megan opened her eyes. She looked around and saw hospital equipment all around her. Where am I? She wondered, trying to sit up. As soon as she tried to do this, though, she felt dizzy. There was a strong hand on her shoulder, and a voice by her head.

"It's ok, honey. Don't try to sit up." She looked over and smiled.

"Oh hi dad. That sure was one game huh?" She gave an apologetic smile to show she was sorry, but it didn't help much.

"Megan, you shouldn't have been trying that. You knew you would get hurt. I don't want you playing with those boys again ok?" Her dad scolded. She started to get mad.

"Oh come on, dad it wasn't their fault!"

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

She tried to reach the water by her bed, but Megan found she was having trouble reaching it. Her dad handed it to her and left with out a word. She sighed and felt her self make a wall so she didn't show emotion. She had been doing this so her dad didn't know how she was feeling. If he wasn't going to trust her, she wasn't going to trust him.

She took a sip of the water, and found that all she felt was the liquid going down her throat. It seemed her senses were temporarily unavailable. She took a quick sniff and found, much to her delight, that she didn't smell that horrible hospital smell. She had never liked it, and at one point had been scared of it. She had always put hospitals in the same boat as death and sickness, which fit quite well.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital

She looked over and saw her dad lingering by the door, on the outside. For a split second, her wall broke. It was soon back up in full force though. She hated this, and she hated how her father treated her. If she were older, she would have done something. Being in middle school had its limits, and she hated that too. She hated how her father practically thought she was useless.

It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

She took another sip of her water, and heard the door open. One of her friends stepped into the room. Her face showed some disappointment, but it was easily mistaken for weariness. She was, after all, recovering from a nasty little accident. The new girl waved and smiled. "Hey, Megan. I tried to come earlier, but your ol' man said you were sleeping. How ya feeling?" Megan smiled at her friend.

"I'm doing fine, Kate. Got some bad bruises, but nothing more." Kate went to give Megan a hug, but pulled back once she heard her cry in pain.

"Megan! I thought you said you were fine." Megan's eyes were starting to fill with tears, for more then one reason.

"Yeah, I am," She replied, lying through her teeth.

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

She tried to sit up again, hoping that it would help with her head. She felt a hand on her shoulder once more, but she smiled, knowing this was Kate's, not her dad's. She looked at Kate and saw that she knew what was going on.
"Megan, sit back. Just sit and relax ok? Now, what's wrong?" Megan started to answer when the meds they had her on started to kick in. Kate could see and shook her head. "Take a nap, I don't mind." Now it was Megan's turn.

"No. I don't want to sleep some more, I just did." She tried to smile, but was getting tired.

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Megan sat up, this time successfully. Turning to Kate, she started to explain.
"I was hanging with Jack and his friends. The other kids were teasing me, because I didn't want to play tackle football with them. They all know that I am just as good as them, but this time it got to me. I joined their game." She gave a laugh. "Well, Jack's brother, Jacob, he decided he was going to tackle me. I almost dodged, but tripped over his foot. Stupid mistake, but I did. Before I knew it I was under all of them, then I blacked out."

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again

"Well, That's how I ended up here. But you were wondering about that." Her head motioned to her father outside the door.

"Yeah that would be nice." Megan gave a quick glare at him then looked at Kate again.

"He tried to ban me from seeing them. He knows that I love hanging with them, but he still tries. I don't see why he can't just get over the fact he has a daughter, not a son. It's been almost 14 years for pete's sake." She shook her head, trying not to cry again. Most of the kids knew that her father was a tough subject, but she fought any and all emotion that came with it.

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

Just then the doctor came in.

"Megan, I'm gonna need to change a couple of bandages." She nodded and motioned for Kate to wait outside for her.

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

Megan could feel the meds start to wear off again, now that it had been a while. She could smell the same smell of hospital rooms, now mixed with the smell of her bandages. Her nose wrinkled as Kate came back in, now followed by Jake and Jacob. Jacob nodded at her and looked on the floor.

"Hey, sorry about that, Meg. I didn't mean to hit you that hard." She laughed, glad that her face had been red already.

"It's no problem Jacob. I wanted to play; I knew what came with it.

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Jake goes to punch her on the shoulder like he always would, but did it much softer. All the same, Megan winced again from the pain. Jake looked surprised.
"Did that hurt? I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It didn't hurt to much." It was almost scary how easy it was to lie about these things. She hated lying, but it seemed that the situation called for it.

They all sat chatting for a while when her father came in. He looked at the boys, then at Megan.
"Megan, you should get some sleep." She knew that it was an order to the others to get out, but she didn't want them gone.

"No, dad. I'm fine, I don't need to sleep." Her father looked at her again and then watched how the others were acting. When she saw this, Megan started to get mad. "Dad! It's not their choice. If I want to sleep, I'll tell you and I'll tell them. I don't want to sleep." Now she was practically sending death glares to him.

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again

"No Megan. You need sleep. I'm glad you have visitors, but this is important." She saw the look in his eyes, and fought hard to suppress a sigh.

"Fine. I'll get some sleep." If only looks could kill, her dad would have been gone in a second. She watched as her friends left the room, suddenly feeling all alone. Her dad looked at her.

"Try to sleep." With that, he sat down.

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

"I told you, I don't want to."

"Megan!" He was up again, and almost yelling. "You almost had to be in the ER because of internal bleeding, which was just a false alarm, thankfully. You are going to get some sleep."

"No!"

"Do I have to spell this out for you? I thought you were smarter then that. You have multiple broken bones, almost every square inch of your body is bruised, you suffered a head wound, almost had internal bleeding. How much more trouble do you need to get in to just let things be?"

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Megan suddenly felt groggy. She heard multiple voices, one sounding like Don, the other like her dad. She tried to focus on what Don was saying.

"She has a large cut on her upper arm. It hit a major artery. She also has a head wound; looks like her wrists were clamped with something tight, and you can tell she was in a struggle. We got lucky, we found her right after the bleeding started."

"Hey, Agent Eppes. Didn't you say that she had trouble getting to stay still, wasn't she unconscious?" She heard this new voice and recognized it, but she couldn't put her finger on whose it was.

"Yeah, but she must have some bad memories in hospitals, because the minute the ambulance was there, she started to mumble and move around. The weird part is she kept calling us 'dad.' First me, then Colby, and then David when he tried." Suddenly there was silence. She struggled against the grogginess that had engulfed her.

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again

Still tired, Megan moved her hand up in a half hearted attempt to wave.
"Hey, guys. I'm not dead yet." She smiled, eyes still closed. She could feel the relief coming from them. Don was the first to speak.

"Hey, she's alive! Nice to have you back with us, Reeves. You've got guts to have shot that gun though." She would have shrugged if she could have.

"I did what I had to get your guys attention. I knew I shouldn't have let you try to run things." She smiled, and laughed a bit, but it came out wrong.

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

She finally had the strength to open her eyes, and saw that the other person was none other then her dad. She hadn't seen him in over ten years. The minute she recognized him though, he turned and left. Both stared out after him, one in confusion, the other with sorrow filled eyes. They both instantly put their walls back up though. Don smiled a bit.

"Hey it seriously good to have you back. Let me grab the team." She looked around. She was in worse condition then she thought she was. This was going to be a long case, and it didn't help to have her in another hospital room, wondering why she chose to remember old times now.

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events