Tomorrow's Gone

A/N: I wasn't going to post anymore Rush stories on here, but with season three fast approaching, I thought why not!

Chapter 1

Misty rain fell down from the sky, and a crowd of anxious looking people were watching on, whispering questions to each other, unsure of what it is they should do. Tactical Response weren't exactly known for their 'rescues', but this time, they happened to be the first officers on the scene. A woman, trying desperately to get out of her unrecognisable car, was calling out for help.

"It's okay!" Lawson, who could not see her face properly, tried to assure her from a slight distance, "We'll get you out, don't worry."

Kerry's car pulled up behind one of the TR cars. She got out, despite the rain, and walked over to Lawson, "Leon said that the ambos are on their way, but for now we just have to do what we can to help."

He nodded, "I've got Josh, Shannon and Dom out in the other car, trying to get a hold of someone from the rescue squad, but they've had no luck so far. Apparently a lot of their resources are being put into finding those campers in Warrandyte, and they can't spare at least one bloody officer. Ridiculous."

"Yes, putting all their eggs in one basket, it does seem ridiculous," Kerry agreed, looking over at the crushed car. She noticed that it was slowly leaking something from underneath, and pointed at it, "That can't be good. We have to get her out quickly," she ran over to the car, "My name's Kerry, are you –"

The woman turned her head to face Kerry, and that's when she saw who it was for the first time. "Shit! Sandrine!" Kerry cried out in horror, and looked back over her shoulder at Lawson, who ran towards them, "It's Sandrine!" she quickly asked her if she was hurt badly, to which Sandrine shook her head, but then said, "I can't feel one of my legs."

Kerry and Lawson shared a quick glance, and as Kerry grabbed a blanket for Sandrine, Lawson got onto the radio, "Leon, how far away is that ambulance? We need them here, NOW!"

"They're about fifteen minutes away from where you are, Lawson," he echoed back over the radio in reply, "I'm tracking them via the GPS fitted on their car."

"Jesus, isn't there anyone else closer? We don't have a lot of time here," the tone of Lawson's voice was urgent, and somewhat frantic; he knew that Sandrine's life was at stake. "I need you to get Dom back here too, Leon. It might sound … better … if he hears that from you."

Sitting in front of the computer, Leon frowned, "Why, what's going on?"

"Just get Dom back here, and get the bloody ambulance to hurry the hell up!"

Kerry was trying to keep Sandrine as calm as possible while they were still waiting for paramedics to arrive. Stella, Michael and Lawson in the meantime, kept the numerous onlookers at bay, whose numbers appeared to have doubled since TR had first arrived at the crash scene.

"Is it normal for this to be happening? That I can't feel my leg?" Sandrine asked Kerry in a mouse-like voice.

"It can happen in car accidents if your leg has become stuck like yours has," Kerry replied, trying to make her voice sound soothing and calm. She knew, just by looking at the state of Sandrine's leg, that is was not good. She was no doctor, but could tell that no matter what they did, and no matter how soon the paramedics got there, the chance of Sandrine surviving was very slim.

With Stella and Michael trying to keep the crowd under control as best they could, Lawson walked back over to the crushed car, "How's things?" Kerry looked up at him, discreetly trying to get him to look at Sandrine's leg. When he did, he asked if he could have a word with her.

"I'll be right back, Sandy," Kerry told the frightened woman in a soft voice, "Just stay as still as you can, and keep the blanket over you."

"That leg doesn't look right," Lawson commented when they were in a position so that Sandrine could not hear them. Kerry was shaking her head, about to reply, when TR2 pulled up with a screech of the brakes. A worried looking Dom got out of the driver's side quickly and asked, "What's going on? Leon said –" he paused, and his eyes looked past Kerry and Lawson as he recognised Sandrine's car despite the substantial damage to it, "Bloody hell, Sandrine!" before anyone could do anything, he took off towards the car.

Kerry sighed heavily, and she looked down at the ground so no one was able to see that her eyes were starting to fill up with tears.

"Where's the ambulance?" Dom shrieked out of panic, "Her leg! We have to get out her of here. She needs to get to hospital!"

Lawson made his way over to Dom, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Just calm down, the last thing Sandrine needs right now is for her husband to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off," he told him, as the ambulance sirens wailed in the distance, gradually getting closer.

The two paramedics, along with Lawson and Josh, had to use sheer force to get Dom away from the car. He was a nervous and emotional wreck, and no one had really seen him quite like this before. Though, no one could blame him for the way he was feeling.

"That's my wife! That's my wife!" Dom was repeatedly crying out, trying to push past them with little success, "Sandrine?" he suddenly had an idea, "I'll go and get G!"

"No, Dom," Lawson said firmly, "You're in no condition to drive."

"Shannon and I can go and get G for him, Lawson. We'll be ten minutes, max," Josh volunteered when Dom seemed shell-shocked by Lawson's response, "Dom can stay here, with Sandrine."

Lawson thought about Josh's offer for a few seconds, "Okay, fine with me. Dom?"

He nodded, seemingly not having the energy to put in an argument as to why he should be the one to go and get his daughter, "She's at our house, my mother is looking after her."

By the time Josh and Shannon came back with Dom and Sandrine's 18 month old daughter, G, Sandrine's strength was fading, and everyone could see it; including Dom. Her leg was crushed so much that if the pressure was released, the toxins that had been building up would quickly spread to the rest of her body, and she would die. Paramedics adamantly, but regrettably, told Kerry quietly that was not much more that they could do.

She nodded, knowing that that was the case, "Does he know?" she glanced over at Dom.

"He has a pretty good idea," one of the paramedics replied.

Kerry glanced up at the sky, and sighed, clenching her fist together out of frustration. There was no justice in the world. She and the others watched as Dom took baby G into his arms, and walked her over to see her mum. They sang songs to her, and G had a big smile on her face. She was too young to have any idea what was going on.

The light rain finally stopped, and a ray of sunshine tried to poke its way through the clouds. Kerry was carrying G, bouncing her up and down gently around in her arms, talking to her in a high pitched voice to keep her occupied. The sound of Dom's cries filled the air; he was holding onto Sandrine's lifeless body, desperately wanting her to wake up.

"I think we should leave," Stella whispered to Lawson, "Give him some space."

He couldn't come up with any reason why they shouldn't leave, and he nodded, but there was one thing bothering him, "I think Dom is going to need someone to be here for now, and Kerry is looking after G. So you guys can take the two cars, Josh and Stell in one car, and Michael and Shan in the other. And I'll stay with Kerry," Lawson began to feel like he was rambling, so he paused, "We'll see you … when we see you."