An: this is my first time writing for this show. I want to thank you for reading and say reviews are welcome. This is going to be turnadette based because I love them so much and yes it named after the song because you loved me as that song is very special to me and I thought it fit this show very much. Tell me if you want more xxx Beth
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The Turners walked through the street together on their way to Nonnatus house. Tim was pushing Angela's pram smiling at his younger sister being the proudest older brother alive. Everything was fine. They were all happy as it should be.
"Dr Turner!" A small panicked voice called out making them stop.
A young boy ran towards them his cheeks flushed from running.
"Edward? What is it?" Shelagh questioned recognising the boy from the next street.
"Fire. A family are inside. Ambulance can't get. They need your help, both of you."
Patrick looked at Shelagh and she nodded. "Look after Angela." He told his son before asking Edward to lead the way.
It was the smell of smoke Patrick got first. Then he saw it. Thick and black pouring from the windows of the house. There would be few flames but the smoke, that would be lethal.
"Who's in there?" He asked some neighbours.
"Scottish family. A man and his daughter. Not been here long. Few days at most." A woman answered.
A fireman left the house carrying a body, a girl. By the sound of her coughing they could tell she was alive.
The fireman laid her on the ground so they could see her. She was young, maybe Tim's age. Had long light auburn coloured hair and her pale skin dotted with soot.
The girl looked at Patrick and screamed as he tried to help her.
"She's in shock..." He said trying to hold her down as the fireman brought out a man.
"Go to him." Shelagh told her husband before turning her attention to the girl. "Sweetheart I need to calm down...what's your name?"
"Abigail." She coughed and Shelagh put her hand to Abigail's cheek.
"My names is Shelagh and I need you to lie still."
"My dad. Where's my Dad?"
Shelagh looked to the man her husband was with and Patrick shook his head. That's when she saw the man's face.
"What's your last name, dear?"
"McCall..." She replied. "Abigail McCall..."
As Shelagh lost her breath the ambulance arrived. Paramedics started to put Abigail in the back.
"Shelagh." The girl called. "Don't leave me."
"We'll be just behind." She said before looking back at Patrick who was stood beside her.
"He's gone..." He sighed not knowing how anyone was going to tell that girl her father was dead.
"I know him..."
"How?" He looked at her confused.
Shelagh met his gaze, her eyes brimming with tears. "Andrew McCall...he was my father's best friend."