Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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Sam Malucci was incredibly worried. By the time the fight between Jing-Mei and Randi had been broken up by Dylan, Carter, and himself, he had finally realized that Dave had left. Carter and Jing-Mei had gone in one direction to look for him, Randi and Abby in another, Brooke and Dylan in another, and finally, Anna and himself in another. Although it couldn't be any farther from the truth, Sam felt as if he had already searched all of Chicago for his missing son. Anna was as worried as Sam and was jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean trapped in a jar.
"Dad, what if he's hurt?" Anna exclaimed.
"Honey, don't worry, I'm sure he's fine," Sam said. He was lying. He could feel that Dave was in a bind and he didn't want anything more than to find him. Sam stopped on the sidewalk they were walking on a ran his hands through his hair, his mind racing with the possibilities. Anna waited for her father to regain his strength and they set off again.
Carter and Jing-Mei weren't having much like either. Carter shot small glances at Jing-Mei's worry-racked face.
"It's our fault, John," Jing-Mei said, "if Randi and I hadn't had that stupid fight, he wouldn't have left."
Carter remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
"Well? Isn't this the time when you say it's not our faults?" Jing-Mei prompted.
Carter looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Deb, you know it's not your fault. You don't need me to tell you that."
Jing-Mei shook her head. "I like him, John, I do. I always thought he was just an ignorant jackass until…"
"Until he told the ER how he was abused," Carter finished.
Jing-Mei nodded. "I mean, his dad seems so nice now. I can't see him doing that, especially to Dave."
Carter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, well, people can surprise you."
"You're telling me. I mean, how can anybody do that in the first place?"
"Come on, Deb, you know just as well as I do that it happens every day to innocent kids."
"I know, but Dave works with us…it's just…it's different. When you look at Dave, he seems so tough on the exterior, but inside…I don't know," Jing-Mei told her friend.
They walked in silence, looking around for any sign of Dave.
"I can't take this, Abby, I really can't," Randi said, "I won't be able to live with myself if Dave is hurt because of me."
"It wasn't just you," Abby reminded her, "it was Jing-Mei, too. And if wasn't you or Jing-Mei's fault that he left."
"Oh, cut the crap, Lockhart," Randi replied, "if it hadn't have been for us, we'd probably all be eating cake right now."
Abby chuckled at that. "Randi, I'm sure he's fine. He's probably sitting at home watching TV and we're out here for nothing," she said, trying to convince Randi and herself.
"Yeah, whatever," Randi muttered. "But if he is hurt, I'm going to kill him after he gets better."
"Dylan, what do you think happened to him?" Brooke asked her boyfriend.
Dylan shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know, baby. I hope he's okay, though."
Brooke nodded, looking around frantically, searching for the guy who was like an older brother to her. Dave was like a brother to Dylan too. He had helped Dylan find his first job and had helped him get that apartment. In Dylan's point of view, Dave had given him a life. He just prayed that Dave still had his.
Suddenly, both Dylan and Brooke stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other. Something didn't feel right. They turned their heads and found themselves looking down an alley, looking at a body that was laying at the end of it.
"Oh, my gosh, Dylan, we have to help that guy!" Brooke exclaimed, already running toward the mangled person. Dylan followed her. Being more athletic than his girlfriend, he quickly got the running advantage and reached the fallen body first. Brooke was right at his heels and helped him turn the body over. The sight of who it was shocked them. Brooke gasped, stood up and backed away. She ran her hands through her hair.
"No, no, no," she repeated continuously as she began to cry uncontrollably. Dylan was speechless as he looked at Dave's bloody face. He shook out of his trance and pulled out of his cell phone. He walked over to Brooke and she put her head on his shoulder, spilling tears onto his jacket. He stroked her hair for a second before dialing 911.
"Hello? Yeah, I have an emergency…yeah, my friend was beaten very badly…we're in alleyway on, uh, Maxwell Street," Dylan said, quickly. He was cut off by the sound of screeching brakes. A car had run into a person in the street, causing another car to run into that one. Dylan's eyes widened. "Um, miss? You might want to add some more ambulances."
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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Sam Malucci was incredibly worried. By the time the fight between Jing-Mei and Randi had been broken up by Dylan, Carter, and himself, he had finally realized that Dave had left. Carter and Jing-Mei had gone in one direction to look for him, Randi and Abby in another, Brooke and Dylan in another, and finally, Anna and himself in another. Although it couldn't be any farther from the truth, Sam felt as if he had already searched all of Chicago for his missing son. Anna was as worried as Sam and was jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean trapped in a jar.
"Dad, what if he's hurt?" Anna exclaimed.
"Honey, don't worry, I'm sure he's fine," Sam said. He was lying. He could feel that Dave was in a bind and he didn't want anything more than to find him. Sam stopped on the sidewalk they were walking on a ran his hands through his hair, his mind racing with the possibilities. Anna waited for her father to regain his strength and they set off again.
Carter and Jing-Mei weren't having much like either. Carter shot small glances at Jing-Mei's worry-racked face.
"It's our fault, John," Jing-Mei said, "if Randi and I hadn't had that stupid fight, he wouldn't have left."
Carter remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
"Well? Isn't this the time when you say it's not our faults?" Jing-Mei prompted.
Carter looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Deb, you know it's not your fault. You don't need me to tell you that."
Jing-Mei shook her head. "I like him, John, I do. I always thought he was just an ignorant jackass until…"
"Until he told the ER how he was abused," Carter finished.
Jing-Mei nodded. "I mean, his dad seems so nice now. I can't see him doing that, especially to Dave."
Carter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, well, people can surprise you."
"You're telling me. I mean, how can anybody do that in the first place?"
"Come on, Deb, you know just as well as I do that it happens every day to innocent kids."
"I know, but Dave works with us…it's just…it's different. When you look at Dave, he seems so tough on the exterior, but inside…I don't know," Jing-Mei told her friend.
They walked in silence, looking around for any sign of Dave.
"I can't take this, Abby, I really can't," Randi said, "I won't be able to live with myself if Dave is hurt because of me."
"It wasn't just you," Abby reminded her, "it was Jing-Mei, too. And if wasn't you or Jing-Mei's fault that he left."
"Oh, cut the crap, Lockhart," Randi replied, "if it hadn't have been for us, we'd probably all be eating cake right now."
Abby chuckled at that. "Randi, I'm sure he's fine. He's probably sitting at home watching TV and we're out here for nothing," she said, trying to convince Randi and herself.
"Yeah, whatever," Randi muttered. "But if he is hurt, I'm going to kill him after he gets better."
"Dylan, what do you think happened to him?" Brooke asked her boyfriend.
Dylan shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know, baby. I hope he's okay, though."
Brooke nodded, looking around frantically, searching for the guy who was like an older brother to her. Dave was like a brother to Dylan too. He had helped Dylan find his first job and had helped him get that apartment. In Dylan's point of view, Dave had given him a life. He just prayed that Dave still had his.
Suddenly, both Dylan and Brooke stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other. Something didn't feel right. They turned their heads and found themselves looking down an alley, looking at a body that was laying at the end of it.
"Oh, my gosh, Dylan, we have to help that guy!" Brooke exclaimed, already running toward the mangled person. Dylan followed her. Being more athletic than his girlfriend, he quickly got the running advantage and reached the fallen body first. Brooke was right at his heels and helped him turn the body over. The sight of who it was shocked them. Brooke gasped, stood up and backed away. She ran her hands through her hair.
"No, no, no," she repeated continuously as she began to cry uncontrollably. Dylan was speechless as he looked at Dave's bloody face. He shook out of his trance and pulled out of his cell phone. He walked over to Brooke and she put her head on his shoulder, spilling tears onto his jacket. He stroked her hair for a second before dialing 911.
"Hello? Yeah, I have an emergency…yeah, my friend was beaten very badly…we're in alleyway on, uh, Maxwell Street," Dylan said, quickly. He was cut off by the sound of screeching brakes. A car had run into a person in the street, causing another car to run into that one. Dylan's eyes widened. "Um, miss? You might want to add some more ambulances."