This is just something that came to me - don't know where from of if it'll be any good. We will see where it leads...

Set when Reagans were younger, so Joe is there. I don't really know Joe as a character but he seemed to be the 'go to' guy, especially for Jamie. Anyway, Jamie is in a bit of trouble in this one.

Usual disclaimer, I still don't own any of the Reagans because if I did the show would be a bit different.

YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!

Jamie Reagan hated hospitals. He was only 16 and had seen enough of them to last him a lifetime, with one thing and another. He hated the smell, the constant noise, the waiting to find out how a loved one, or a friend is doing.

Tonight though, must rank as one of the worst. One of his best friends was in the process of having a scan on his brain, due to the fact that he had taken his parents car out, without their permission, and had wrapped it round a tree.

"Jamie," a soft, yet insistant voice broke into his thoughts, "Jamie can you tell me what happened?"

Jamie shifted his gaze from the doors that had taken his friend into the concerned eyes of the Police Officer waiting to take his statement. When Jamie wasn't forthcoming the Officer put a gentle hand on his arm, "Have you been checked for injuries?"

The young man looked down at his blood stained hands, then suddenly realised that his head was pounding like a jack hammer.

"Erm, I don't think so," he managed - his attention drawn to the double doors that whooshed open to reveal a rather distraught looking older brother.

"Jamie!" He yelled as he dashed towards his youngest brother, enveloping him in an embrace, until Jamie winced, "You ok? What happened?"

"I'm alright Joe, really," he insisted even though he didn't feel that alright, especially as Joe had come and not his parents. He knew what that meant, he would be in for it when he got home!

Joe, meanwhile had been talking to the Officer who was waiting to take Jamie's statement, "I should get him checked first," he was telling him. Throwing Jamie a sympathetic look, he agreed with Joe,"Bring him down to the station tomorrow and we'll talk to him then. It looks like a simple case of kid taking his dads car - not being able to control it, and here we are. Luckily no innocent bystanders were hurt, but I have a feeling that neither of the boys will do it again."

Joe nodded, "Dad's not best pleased, I have to say..."

As he heard his big brother confirm his worse fears, Jamie suddenly felt the urgent need to vomit. He sprinted to the nearest bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach, groaning as he did so, as his head did actually feel like it might explode.

Shocked by the sudden departure of his brother, Joe followed tentatively. He waited as patiently as he could for the younger boy to come out of the cubicle. It made his heart ache to hear his brother in obvious pain, whether physically or mentally.

He remembered receiving the call from his father, who had informed him of Jamie's accident. Due to the fact that his father was talking in clipped sentences, he was all to aware that the older man was fuming that Jamie had got into a car without permission. Joe had been sure that there was another part to the story, but Jamie had yet to open up about it, and knowing his baby brother as he did, Joe knew that he would keep things close to his chest, which didn't always sit well with his father.

Finally, the cubicle door opened to reveal a rather sweaty, but very pale little brother. Joe offered him some paper towels, as he washed his face. When he had finished, Joe slung an arm around his shoulders, "Come on let's get you seen to, you look awful."

Jamie didn't argue, he felt awful. The adrenaline rush had disappeared, so now everything was beginning to hurt. All he wanted to do was curl up in a corner.

As they exited the bathroom, his friends parents arrived, frantically looking around for anyone, "Jamie!" They yelled as they made a bee line for him, "Oh Jamie are you alright?"

"I'm fine Mrs Smithers. Tommy has been taken for a scan..."

Mrs Smithers paled visibly listening to him, then she dashed off looking for a nurse to talk to. Mr Smithers looked right at Jamie, "What happened Jamie...the truth."

Jamie glanced at Joe, who tightened his hold on him and nodded to him. He at least owed it to Tommy's parents to tell them what happened, "We'd been playing video games, then Tommy started to get a bit bored...restless. He said that you were both out and should we go out in the car. He said that he had driven it before with you and that it was a piece of cake..."

"And you let him?" Mr Smithers demanded.

Jamie swallowed hard, "No sir, not by choice. I know what you and my dad feel about joyriders...but he was adament...I figured that if I went with him and kept him calm he would only drive a short way then he'd get bored with that, but we took a corner a little to fast..."

Jamie began to relive the moment when the car went out of control. He had never been so scared in his whole life - his look of fear mirrored in Tommy's face in the split second before the car hit the tree, "I had to break the window to get Tommy out," he remembered as he looked once again at his tatty hands, "But I got him out...he said he was sorry, then blacked out. I'm really sorry Mr Smithers, I really did try to stop him." Jamie felt tears well in his eyes and roughly brushed them away. Joe caught his hand to stop him, gently brushing them away himself.

Mr Smithers put a solid hand on his shoulder, "I know you did Jamie. You're a good boy...and so is Tommy, just a little reckless at times. I'm sorry you got hurt..." he finished as he started to follow his wife.

"Mr Smithers," Jamie stopped him, "Will you let me know how he is please?"

"Of course I will. Now you go and get looked at, you look awful."

As Mr Smithers left, so did the last bit of strength in Jamie. His legs suddenly turned to jelly and he would've fallen if it hadn't been for the strong presence of his brother, "Come on little brother, let's get you sorted and home."

"I don't think I want to go home," he mumbled sadly.

"Dad's not happy, for sure, but that comes out of the fear that he could've lost you, you have to know that," Joe insisted, trying to alleviate his brothers fears.

"Won't do me much good when he sees me though," Jamie said as he stepped up onto a bed and closed his eyes, trying to block out the world.

Joe sighed as he took a seat and waited.

What do you think? Any good? Shall I carry on and write the talk/confrontation? This was written straight on the computer which is different for me, I usually like to use the old paper and pen method before typing so please be gentle with me.

Til next time?