Chapter 10: A/N: Hi pipsqueaks! What be up? This story has had many unexpected twists and turns that my brain has not exactly planned but my fingers did; so no promises on anything, except that you should be satisfied with the outcome when the story concludes somewhere between chapter 12 and 15. Hopefully won't go past 15. Thanks for reading! Please R&R!

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Wordy lays in bed with his wife unable to sleep. He rolls over to glance at the time. 1:30 AM the little red numbers of the digital clock reads.

'I can't stay here. I've got to go see my team.' Wordy thinks.

A half hour earlier he had received Ed's text that read, 'Sam shot himself; Docs operating now. They don't think he'll pull through.'

"I'm going to go Shell. I'll be back. I love you." He whispers and carefully starts to tug the sheets off his body without uncovering his wife.

"Ok, I love you too." She mumbles kissing him before rolling over and slipping into sleep again.

Wordy pulls on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He walks into each of his girls' rooms and kisses them goodbye. He stumbles into the bathroom and executes a quick version of his usual morning routine. After tugging on tennis shoes and a coat, he grabs his keys and phone then heads out the front door firmly closing it behind him. Briefly waiting for his car to warm up, Wordy tries to ignore the sick-to-his-stomach nervous feeling.

"Why on earth would Sam shoot himself? How could he shoot himself so badly that the doctors don't even think he'll pull through?" He exclaims while driving on the desolate highway. "Well, he is a sniper, Wordy. He's one of the best shots but you have to convince yourself that you're supposed to kill yourself and that's got to be hard."

Upon arrival to the hospital, Wordy quickly finds Ed in the café downstairs as he too buys a cup of coffee. It doesn't taste the greatest but at one fifty in the morning he really doesn't care. He pulls up a chair by his team leader.

"Ed, what happened?"

"It's a long story." Ed says.

"I think we've got time."

Ed launches into everything that happened from when Wordy left to the most recent news that the doctors had provided Team One. That Sam's chances of recovering are very slim, if he even makes it through the surgery. Wordy's face changes from grief to horror to near anger.

"I never thought he would do that Ed. I mean, for the first and even the second year he was on the team, we had to be careful with him fearful of him showing signs of PTSD or just not able to handle the physical and emotional stress of killing other people again. I thought we were past that. I thought he had been able to cope with most of it. Why would he even think that he should–?"

"I don't know. I thought we had gotten him past it too. When he heard the hatred in Jules' voice he must've thought that the one person he really trusted now hated him too so what's the point in living? He turned to the one thing he had been around all his life and knew it could be over fast. After all Jules said she didn't want him to exist."

Wordy's phone vibrates on the table causing the two men to jump while it skitters on the wooden surface.

"Hello?" Wordy answers.

"Kevin?" a very recognizable voice asks.

"Shelley? What's wrong?"

"Ali's out of bed and wants to know where you are."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes and that lead to the question of 'what happened to uncle Sam?' What am I supposed to tell her?"

"Can I talk to her?"

"Ali, Daddy wants to talk to you. Come here sweetie."

"Daddy?" a little girl asks.

"Hi Ali. I heard you were asking your Mommy some pretty hard questions, huh."

"What happened to Uncle Sam?"

"Uncle Sam hurt himself."

"You mean he got a booboo?"

"Yes, a very big booboo."

"Did he fall down?" she asks.

Wordy sighs, it's too early for this and Ali is constantly asking questions about everything at home. "Yes, he did fall."

"Tell him I'm sorry."

"Ok sweetie, I'll tell him when I see him."

"Tell him to watch where he walks next time. A grown uncle can't fall down while he's working with you Daddy. He has other people he has to help and keep them from falling too."

"Ha, you're right. I will tell him. Why don't you get back in bed now so you don't make your Mommy fall down from being up so long with you?"

"Ok, I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Ali. I'll see you soon sweetie. Get some sleep." Wordy says and he can hear Ali walking back to her room and his wife speaking into the phone again.

"Thanks Kevin. I love you. Any news on Sam?" She asks.

"The doctors don't think he'll pull through if he makes it out of surgery."

"I'm so sorry Kevin. Would you like me to drive up there to be with you? I can ask Mrs. Keplin if she can come over and watch the girls."

"No, it's ok. You can come up later if you want. I'm sure Ed will take the girls to the playground for a little while won't you Ed?" he says while asking Ed. His friend's head nods yes.

"Will he?"

"Yeah Shelley. I'll take the girls for a few hours." Ed says into the phone.

"Thank you Ed. If Sam only has a limited time to live, I would like to say goodbye if necessary."

"Of course, and you have every right to. You're as much a part of this team as Kevin is himself." Ed states truthfully but grief creeps into his voice at the thought of losing his teammate.

"Ok, Shelley, try to get some sleep. I'll see you here later. I love you." Wordy says.

"Love you too."

"Bye."

"How much time does he have Ed? For real." Wordy asks.

"Not long; less than a day, no more than two. At least that's what they said at one."

"Hu, maybe something's changed. Maybe he's gotten better."

"I hope so Kevin, I really hope so."

They both sit exhausted in the café for the next hour while Greg sleeps upstairs in a chair next to Jules.

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Jules' POV:

I slowly wake and find myself handcuffed to my bed. 'What?' I think frantically trying to recall the events of the night. Turning my head to the left, Greg sits slumped over in a chair presumably asleep. I think about everything starting from the very beginning of the day when I found Sam vomiting in my bathroom at 7 this morning. I run through the day points like when Sam passed out and when he touched my stomach, when I found out he had left me, when I'd seen him first bent over Spike and then lying motionless in the pharmacy. When I had gone into labor on the roof I don't remember all the details except for pain and Ed talking to me. Then everything faded away. I woke up here then found out that I had had a miscarriage. All of the grief and pain washes over me again as I reply my yelling match with the one man I truly love that told him that I wished he was dead. To my horror, Sam took my words literally and set out to kill himself. Greg didn't tell me how or why he wanted to take his life but I just know that he thought that I had finally turned against him. I should've known that he wouldn't be able to handle my unbelievably harsh and selfish words. Basically, I lost Sam's child then killed him. I'm such a failure. I'll never be able to go back to Team One. How would I deal with the little things all around HQ that remind me of Sam? How would I live in my house? He lived with me! If I lose him too, I guess I'll just move back to Alberta. Maybe I could find something to do in Medicine Hat. Why? Why did I have to lash out at him like that! What was wrong with me?! I glance over at Sarge. He hasn't woken from my whimpering and I hope he doesn't. I tug at my handcuffs and try to wipe the tears from my eyes. The cuffs only rattle against the rails. There are too many noises around me to go back to sleep. My heart monitor and breathing rate constantly beep. My IV bag is almost empty and I hear a nurse scuttling around outside my door.

"Why did I," Jules starts to say but a nurse walks in.

"Ms. Callaghan would you like anything?" she asks.

"What? No, I'm ok. Can, can you see if Samuel Braddock is out of surgery yet?" When the nurse gives her a questioning look, she adds, "He's my teammate, and boyfriend."

"Yes, let me replace your IV and then I will check."

"Thank you."

The nurse leaves and Greg starts to wake. "Jules?"

"Sarge I'm right here."

"Is everything alright? Is something wrong?"

"No, I just needed an IV refilled. When can I get out of here Boss?"

"One, maybe two weeks."

"Why?! I don't want to be here! I just want to see Sam." She chokes out.

"Jules, you've got to hear me out. Sam's chances of pulling through this surgery or even recover from it is very, very slim. Ok? I know you don't want to believe me right now but it's very possible and I'd like it if you'd prepare yourself Jules. It's hard, it's slow and it's painful, but it can be better than having him ripped from our lives like Lou was. It can also be worse if we have to watch him suffer. Does he have a DNR? It doesn't matter, they probably did already."

"No, he doesn't. I don't think. He's never told me specifically but we've talked about if we had children and were married and still working at SRU what we'd want to happen if we were really close to dying or dead ourselves, if we wanted to be brought back. We both said yes." Jules says not making a whole lot of sense to Greg.

"Good, I'm glad that you guys talked about that." Greg answers.

The nurse quietly knocks on the door before entering. "I'm sorry, he's still in surgery. I don't know anything else." She says and leaves.

"Thanks. Sarge, hasn't it been like four hours?" she asks.

"No, it's 2:30. He was taken in at 1 am. It'll probably be a while longer." Greg states.

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Ed still sits in the café with Wordy. "This is the ring. It was lying in his hand when I found him."

"It's beautiful." Wordy says inspecting the diamond ring.

"I'm going upstairs to see Spike and Jules. Want to come with me?" Ed asks.

"Yeah, I'll go see Spike if you don't mind."

"No problem. I should talk to Jules some more."

They both head up the stairs and separate into the different hospital rooms. For hours the three healthy teammates visit with their two ailing ones and gather downstairs to talk about the events of the day. At five in the morning, they all wait in a lounge near their teammates and the reception area. A doctor slowly walks towards Greg, Ed and Wordy. Wordy has to shake Ed awake as he had fallen asleep.

"Doc?" Greg asks hesitantly.

"I don't know what to say. I do not wish to bring you bad news but,"

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A/N: Ok, you might be surprised how I end that little sentence Sam's surgeon says at the end. Then again, you might not be. I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks so much for reading and please review. Has anyone ever heard of John Newman? He's British and I love his songs. I just bought the sheet music for a few of his songs and have been pouring over the piano learning how to play them. For all you Canadians, (wish I was one sometimes ) do you know where to get Royal Wood sheet music for the piano? I've been trying to find some, but American music stores don't always like to carry artists from different countries. PM me or review if you know where I can get some. Thanks!