Note: First of all, I want to thank everyone that has reviewed so far. I'm so pleased that you guys like this story. Anyways here is the next chapter..

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Dr. Mark Jennings made his way down the narrow white hallways with ease, making his usual Saturday night rounds. With a manila folder tucked snugly under his left arm, and a cup of coffee in the other, the salt-and-pepper-haired man made his way to his office.

As he passed the nurses' station he couldn't help but notice how calm and quiet the usually bustling emergency room was, especially considering there was a Red Sox game on that night. In fact, as Dr. Jennings flipped through his folder, he realized that the only bit of action currently going on at the hospital was the care of two car accident victims, the case he was in charge of.

As he noted the results of the two young boys and made his way down to the waiting room, he couldn't help but feel pity for the family. Though the results weren't as bad as they could be, they definitely weren't the best.

Suddenly, the doctor's thoughts immediately switched gears as a startling, panicked cry came from the waiting area.

"ALAN!"

Dr. Jennings' heart raced. What had gone wrong now? Dropping his coffee and folder off at a nearby table, he broke into a sprint down the hallway, turned a corner into the waiting room, and found a dark-haired young man who had just fallen out of his chair. He took notice that, despite the fall, the boy still appeared to be asleep.

"No, please Al, stay with me, please. Alan." The boy mumbled.

Oh dear, the poor kid must've been having a nightmare. The doctor crouched down and shook the boy by the shoulder. "Come on son, you are just dreaming, you need to wake up-"

"NO! LET ME GO! THAT'S MY BROTHER! HE NEEDS ME!" He called out. The young man's breathing began to get shallow, and he tried to break free of the doctors grasp.

Dr. Jennings refused to let the boy shake him off. He recognized the symptoms: trembling, irregular respiration, sweating, and confusion. The sleeper was on the verge of a panic attack. Turning to the concerned nurses that were forming a huddle around him, the doctor began to bark orders.

"I need a stretcher, an oxygen mask and a mild sedative here NOW! We need to calm this boy down."

As the nurses hurried off in all different directions to fulfill their duties, the doctor turned back to the man in front of him. Holding his shoulders firmly on the ground, the man began to try and calm him down.

"Shh. Come on son, you need to calm down for me. Just take it easy." He said soothingly, as he ran a hand over the young man's face to wipe away the sheen of perspiration that was forming. The doctor couldn't help how he was acting; his medical instincts were overrun by his paternal instincts. The boy in front of him just reminded him so much of his oldest son, Joshua.

"No, Alan. Stay with me buddy, don't leave me, please." The boy murmured feverishly, twisting and turning.

Dr. Jennings felt the needle being placed in his hands, and gently injected it into the boy's left arm, while still muttering the same words of comfort, "Shh. It's okay, just calm down."

As the medicine began to take effect and the young man started to relax, he placed the oxygen mask over his face and helped ease him onto the stretcher.

"Take him upstairs for observations. Tell Jackie I want him monitored closely for any repeat episodes." Dr. Jennings told the nurse.

"Yes sir." She replied.

As the doctor watched the team of nurses wheel the young patient out of the waiting room, he noticed a small brown wallet lying on the ground.

Mark Jennings looked at the dropped ID and realized that the man he had just attended to was none other than Scott Tracy. Great, he not only had John and Alan in his care, but also Scott. The doctor shook his head, geez this family is a handful.

The doctor wiped a hand over his face, dreading what he had to do next.

This is going to be a fun call to make, he thought to himself sarcastically. He really did not want to be the man that had to inform the infamous Jefferson Tracy that three of his sons were in the Emergency Room, but he knew it had to be done.

As Dr. Jennings made his way to his office, he couldn't help but think that there were some times when he really hated his job.

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Jeff Tracy sat at his desk, flipping through the stacks of unread mail. After just coming out of a pretty intense meeting, all he wanted to do was go back to his nice, warm hotel room and drift off to sleep, but the Tracy patriarch knew if he had any intentions of making a surprise stop in Boston on his way back home, he needed to finish going through all his mail. Unfortunately for him, the piles of receipts, invitations, paperwork, and junk mail just never seemed to end.

As the words began to swim off the page, Jeff sat back in his chair and wiped his eyes, sneaking a quick peek at the clock on his right. 7:30 PM. The businessman had been in his office for nearly two hours.

Gee, time really flies when you aren't having any fun, he thought sarcastically.

As he turned his gaze from the clock back to the phone on his left, he realized he hadn't heard anything from any of his sons all day. In fact, when he thought about it, he realized he hadn't heard anything from them in the past couple of days. How could he have heard from them, though? He'd been caught up in a non-stop chain of back-to-back meetings for the last three days, and today was the only day he actually had a chance to stop by his New York office.

"Nancy?" He called from his desk.

"Yes Mr. Tracy?" The woman replied.

"Have any of my sons left any messages for me? I haven't heard from them in a while."

Jeff heard the faint clicking of his secretary's fingers on her keyboard before she replied, "Actually your son Gordon called here at exactly 2:05 today, but you were in a meeting with Mrs. Yang."

"Okay, well could you try and get him on the line?"

"No problem, Mr. Tracy. Could I get you anything else for you?"

"No, Nancy, that'll be all, but you should head on home now. I'll be fine here, go and be with your family tonight. I heard you're oldest son, Kellan, is graduating from West Point tomorrow."

Jeff Tracy could hear the pride in the young woman's voice as she answered, "Yes, he is, and we're so proud of him. My youngest son, Sam, is also home from USC to be here for him, but Mr. Tracy what if-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm just going to call my sons before I go back to the hotel; I have an early flight tomorrow."

"Alright then, Mr. Tracy, if you insist, have a good night, and a safe flight tomorrow." The secretary called out, before hitting the small button on her phone, connecting her boss to his son.

"Thank you, Nancy, and make sure to give Kellan my congratulations."

As he heard his office door shut, Mr. Tracy wrote a small reminder to himself to make sure and send the young man a graduation present. It's not every day that you get to meet someone with enough willpower and determination to graduate from such a tough school, and any man that does definitely earns the respect of Jefferson Tracy.

Just as he finished the note, Gordon's familiar features popped up onto his computer.

"Hey Dad, what's going on?" He answered happily.

"Hey Gordon, nothing much, I just saw where you called earlier, do you need anything?"

"No, I was just calling to check in. I know how you get when we don't call, and seeing as how I didn't call the day before, due to the rescue in California, I thought I had better today, so you didn't freak out."

"That's my boy," Jeff replied, with a smile. "so how did the rescue go? Any problems?"

"Nah, pretty standard, just putting out some flames before they became too much of a threat. Nothing Virge and I couldn't handle."

"Speaking of your brother, how are you two getting along? No trouble, right son?"

Gordon looked down nervously before replying, "Well, about that, um, you see I-"

"Gordon Tracy," Jeff said sternly, "What did you do to your brother?"

"Actually, I, um, was just getting ready to tell you about that-" But he was cut off by a very angry yell in the background.

"GORDON TRACY! YOU ARE SO DEAD!"

"Ummm, sorry Dad, I gotta go, talk to you later okay?"

Before Jeff could even reply he was abruptly cut off, leaving the older man with a small smile on his face. Leave it to Gordon to always mess with his brothers.

Shaking his head he couldn't help but wonder what in the world Gordon had done to get Virgil all riled up.

Oh well, I guess I'll find out when I get home, he thought to himself. He just hoped that his home didn't happen to look like a war zone when he got there.

Just as Jeff was getting up and grabbing his briefcase, ready to call it a night, a loud ring pierced the silence of the room. Looking down at the small phone at his desk, the Tracy patriarch noticed that the number was unknown.

Knowing that it was obviously not one of his sons, or anyone he knew for that matter, the business man answered the phone officially, "Good evening, this is Jefferson Tracy, may I please ask who's calling?"

"Hello Mr. Tracy, this is Dr. Mark Jennings from Bayward County Memorial Hospital." A tired-sounding male voice answered from the other end.

The older man's face paled at the word hospital and prayed that nothing had gone wrong with any of his sons. He wondered if it had anything to do with the scuffle between Gordon and Virgil.

But that would be impossible, the older man thought, I just got off the phone with them not two minutes ago and there is no possible way they could've made it to the hospital that fast. But if it's not them, then who? All of a sudden, Jeff's mind quickly flashed to his other sons visiting Alan.

Oh god, no. Please tell me nothing is wrong with them.

"Mr. Tracy, are you still there?" The doctor asked after a few moments of uncertain silence.

"Uh, yes, yes, I'm still here." He replied. "May I ask why you are calling, Dr. Jennings? I hope that everything is just fine."

Of course everything is not fine Jeff, don't be so stupid. Hospitals don't just call and check up on random people, there is always a reason.

"Actually Mr. Tracy, I'm calling to inform you that two of your sons were involved in a car accident earlier this afternoon and have sustained some pretty serious injuries."

"Oh my God." Jeff's heart fell. What had his childern gotten themselves into this time? "They are going to be okay, though, right?" He could only pray that the doctor said yes.

"I don't know, sir. They are both alive as of now and out of surgery. Your son John, is stable right now, but your son Alan is still in critical condition. As you can probably conclude, he took the worst of the collision. I'm sorry, but I can't give you much more information over the phone. Also-"

Oh no, please don't let there be anything more.

"Your eldest son Scott is in our care as well."

"Wait. What? But I thought you said only two of my sons were in the accident, what's wrong with Scott?" Jeff asked worriedly.

"Your son Scott was not in the accident, but he was so worried about his brothers that the stress caused him to have a pretty vivid dream, one we think was about your youngest son, Alan, by the way he was calling out his name, which then lead to a severe panic attack."

"Scott's going to be okay though, right?"

"Yes sir, we think that he will make a full recovery, but at the moment he is heavily sedated. If you could just get here as soon as possible-"

"Don't worry Doctor, I'll be there ASAP." Jeff replied, before quickly hanging up the phone, and running out of his office and down to the elevator.

In his anxious state, he couldn't believe how incredibly slow the 64 floor elevator ride was, but as soon as he heard the familiar ping of the elevator door opening, the eldest Tracy ran out the door at top speed and hailed a cab, not even noticing the young woman in front of him yelling at him as he ran into her. His only concern at the moment was getting to his boys, and as he directed the cab driver to the airport he couldn't help but pray that his sons made it through this.

Please Lucy, watch over our boys, I don't think I could bear it to lose any one of them. Just keep them safe until I get there.

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Note: Okay so here is the next chapter. Yeah! Alan is not dead, and is alive and well, what a relief. (For now…) Scott dreamed the whole thing up, in his worried state. Sorry it took so long, but after exams, I was in Washington D.C and I didn't have any internet. I hope to have the next chapter out in the next two weeks, I'm in the process of moving, and my beta is also on vacation in China, so until the next update…

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