Disclaimer: "Okay, My name is Lara and.. I Don't own Third Watch." - and they say 12 step programs are easy, ha!
A/N: Please review... I'll FedEx you my red shoes... please??
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Bosco reached the corner, aware that beside him, Faith was retching. He almost joined her, looking at the mangled car and knowing that Emily and Charlie were in there. He reached over, squeezing Faith's shoulder and waiting there for a moment, then jumped back as the front end of the car started on fire.
Faith could hear them. She could hear her children screaming, and the whoosh sound the fire made. She looked up, made a decision and ran to the car. "Faith!" Bosco ran after her. Those are my kids in there, she thought. Emily and Charlie. God please let them be okay. I don't know what I'll do it they're not.
Faith reached the back end of the car, pulling on the doors and yanking her hand away and the metal burned her flesh.
The doors were jammed, bent in and locked, there was no way to open them.
"Faith, the car's on fire, there's a gas leak, it'll go any minute"
"Boz, those are my kids!" she told him, turning around, jaw set.
He looked at her face, "Let me help" he told her. She nodded.
He looked around, seeing nothing of use, then scrambled to the trunk which had been thrown open. He grabbed the tire iron, going to the side of the car and using his strength to break the back window, then moved on to the front.
"You get the kids, I'll get Fred" he told Faith.
She didn't bother covering her hand with cloth like Bosco did, and broke away the remaining shards with her fist, leaning in the window.
"Emily! Charlie" she called, coughing on the thick black smoke that had filled the interior.
There was no reply, but Faith's hand grabbed at something. Someone. Se leaned in more, feeling the heat of the metal on her stomach, aware of how hard it was to breath in the car.
She felt around the small body, already knowing that it was Charlie who was sitting there. They had their seat belts off already.
"Charlie" Faith said, "Come on Charlie, lets go, lets get outtah here" she whispered, praying to god at the same time as she used all her upper body strength to pull Charlie to the door. Re-positioning her hands she had him lay on her arm, pulling him from the car, coughing and crying. She lay him on the ground as someone ran up to grab him from her. Sully. Taking another deep breath she crawled in further for Emily, beside her she could hear Bosco cursing as he pulled Fred from under the arms. The heat intensified so instantly Faith almost dropped Emily as soon as she found her. She looked up front, aware the Bosco had pulled Fred out, aware that somewhere behind her were a lot of voices, and sirens. She was also aware that the fire had moved in to the front upholstry. She pulled, hard, as an unconscious Emily was dragged across the back seat and into Faith's arms.
Faith turned around, Emily in her arms, breaths coming short, very aware that EMS were standing by now. Someone walked up to her, though she couldn't say who, and took Emily from her arms just as Bosco came back and put an arm around her, helping hold her up until she made it to the ambulance.
"Faith?" a voice asked, she didn't pay attention, instead looking at her kids who were on back boards reasting on the ground.
"Faith?" the voice demanded again, Faith finally focused, it was Kim.
"Kim?" she asked
"Faith, what happened here, What happened to Emily and Charlie?"
"Fred happened to them" Bosco stepped in.
"What?"
"Fred, he was drunk behind the wheel, picked up the kids after school before we could get there"
"Do they have any allergies"
Fatih shook her head, staring at her kids again.
"How are they?"
"They'll be okay Faith, just a few bruises, smoke inhallation, we're bringing them around with smelling salts now"
"Faith?"
She looked at Kim again, "Does Fred have any allergies?"
Faith shook her head again.
"Faith, Fred is seriously hurt, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt-"
"Good" Faith said.
Kim paused, taken aback for a moment. She decided to let the comment go. Faith had good reason to be angry.
"What happened to your cheek?" she asked, taking Faith's wrist and looking at her fingers, which were burnt and cut from the glass.
"I hit a door" she mumbled, halfheartedly.
"Is that really what happened?" Kim asked, turning her head by her chin, noticing it was the size of a hand.
"No" Faith replied.
"Did Fred do this?"
She nodded, letting the tears fall.
"When? Last night?"
She nodded again, " I kicked him out" she said, "I kicked him out and he wanted to take the kids." she cried, pulling her hands away to cry in to.
"Faith, none of this is your fault" Bosco whispered from beside her.
"If I hadn't have kicked him out-" she began
"He might have beaten you even more" Bosco stated.
"The kids would be okay" she replied.
"Faith, the kids are fine, they're coming around, Doc and Carlos are working with them" Kim told her.
"I want to see them" she whipped her head up, pushing back the tears and wiping her cheeks.
"Of course, but I want to get these cuts cleaned up" Kim replied.
"Kim, if this was Joey-"
Their eyes met, and in a moment of understanding, something that had to do with motherhood, in a split second Kim was helping Faith to her feet and handing her a wrap. "Just wrap them for now, the bleeding isn't too bad" she said.
Faith didn't know what to expect when she approached. But seeing her kids sitting there on a stretcher together being bandaged broke her heart. They hadn't noticed her yet, so Faith simply stood, and watched.
"Does this hurt?" Doc was asking Charlie, pressing on his wrist.
"No" Charlie replied, "My arm hurts"
"Alright, lets take a look at that" he said, lifting Charlie's sleeve.
Faith bit her lip.
"Whoa" Carlos said, looking over, Emily was holding Charlie's other hand with her left one.
"What happened to your arm?" Doc asked him gently, pulling the sleeve back down.
Neither of the kids spoke for a moment, then Charlie told him what happened. Faith turned quickly, running in to Bosco, who put his arms around her.
"It's okay, they're fine" he whispered, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb. It was something one of his friend's mothers used to do when Bosco came over with a new bruise.
"Mom?" Emily asked, noticing the movement.
"Mom!" Charlie said, excited, "Did you see that! The police were chasing us!" he said,
Faith turned around, swallowing. "Yea baby, I saw it, pretty exciting huh?" she asked.
"Yea! Was it you mom, did you chase us to arrest Dad?"
She nodded her head, silently, aware that everyone was watching the exchange. She walked over to the stretcher and wrapped her arms around both of them.
"Don't cry mom, we're okay" Emily told her.
Those simple words caused her to cry even more.
"Where's Dad?" Charlie asked.
"He went to the hospital Charlie"
"Is he in trouble?"
"Yea sweetie, he's in a lot of trouble right now."
"Is he-"
"Charlie, dont' worry about dad right now" Emily told him.
"Do they have to go to the hospital?" Faith asked Doc. Doc shook his head, but stood up, "No, but I'd like to talk to you"
"Boz, can you watch the kids for a second?" she asked. He nodded and Faith walked ten feet, turned and waited.
"I don't mean to pry, but what ever went on between you and Fred last night seems fairly serious-"
"I'm divorcing him" she blurted.
"Does he know yet?"
"No"
Doc nodded his head slowly, "Has he hurt you or the kids before?"
"No, last night was the first, and last time"
"That's good, do you and the kids have a place to go?"
"We stayed at Bosco's last night, he said we can stay there for a couple of nights until we can find another place"
"Okay, you call me if you need another place to go, I have my dad's old place and it's huge."
Faith gave a small smile, "Thanks Doc"
"Any time" he replied.
When she got back to where Bosco and the kids were, who were definatly fine because they were tickling Bosco, Bosco told her they were supposed to go down to the station.
"We're taking the kids" she replied.
"Fine with me, they can ride in the trunk" he joked.
"Noo!" Charlie said.
"Oh, maybe we can stick ya on the roof then huh?" Bosco asked, ruffling his head.
"Nuh uh" he shook his head.
Faith smiled, " How about on the hood?" she asked.
"Mooomm! We hafta wear seatbelts!" he said.
She laughed. Bosco looked at her, meeting her eyes.
It was good to see her laugh. Bosco always enjoyed seeing her break out in a smile, or start laughing. Even the way she snorted if she tried to hold it in was admirable. "We should head out, let FD clean this mess up" he said, looking around.
Faith looked around for the first time, surveying the scene. It looked like the hand of God had come down and quashed everything around. A street light was laying in the middle of the intersection, her car wrapped around a pole, glass everywhere. She looked down at her hands, taking off the cloth. Most of the bleeding had stopped, she would probably need stitched in a couple. Then she looked at Emily and Charlie, who were alive, best of all almost unhurt. The one responsible had taken the brunt of the injury, and she didn't care.
A/N: Please review... I'll FedEx you my red shoes... please??
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Bosco reached the corner, aware that beside him, Faith was retching. He almost joined her, looking at the mangled car and knowing that Emily and Charlie were in there. He reached over, squeezing Faith's shoulder and waiting there for a moment, then jumped back as the front end of the car started on fire.
Faith could hear them. She could hear her children screaming, and the whoosh sound the fire made. She looked up, made a decision and ran to the car. "Faith!" Bosco ran after her. Those are my kids in there, she thought. Emily and Charlie. God please let them be okay. I don't know what I'll do it they're not.
Faith reached the back end of the car, pulling on the doors and yanking her hand away and the metal burned her flesh.
The doors were jammed, bent in and locked, there was no way to open them.
"Faith, the car's on fire, there's a gas leak, it'll go any minute"
"Boz, those are my kids!" she told him, turning around, jaw set.
He looked at her face, "Let me help" he told her. She nodded.
He looked around, seeing nothing of use, then scrambled to the trunk which had been thrown open. He grabbed the tire iron, going to the side of the car and using his strength to break the back window, then moved on to the front.
"You get the kids, I'll get Fred" he told Faith.
She didn't bother covering her hand with cloth like Bosco did, and broke away the remaining shards with her fist, leaning in the window.
"Emily! Charlie" she called, coughing on the thick black smoke that had filled the interior.
There was no reply, but Faith's hand grabbed at something. Someone. Se leaned in more, feeling the heat of the metal on her stomach, aware of how hard it was to breath in the car.
She felt around the small body, already knowing that it was Charlie who was sitting there. They had their seat belts off already.
"Charlie" Faith said, "Come on Charlie, lets go, lets get outtah here" she whispered, praying to god at the same time as she used all her upper body strength to pull Charlie to the door. Re-positioning her hands she had him lay on her arm, pulling him from the car, coughing and crying. She lay him on the ground as someone ran up to grab him from her. Sully. Taking another deep breath she crawled in further for Emily, beside her she could hear Bosco cursing as he pulled Fred from under the arms. The heat intensified so instantly Faith almost dropped Emily as soon as she found her. She looked up front, aware the Bosco had pulled Fred out, aware that somewhere behind her were a lot of voices, and sirens. She was also aware that the fire had moved in to the front upholstry. She pulled, hard, as an unconscious Emily was dragged across the back seat and into Faith's arms.
Faith turned around, Emily in her arms, breaths coming short, very aware that EMS were standing by now. Someone walked up to her, though she couldn't say who, and took Emily from her arms just as Bosco came back and put an arm around her, helping hold her up until she made it to the ambulance.
"Faith?" a voice asked, she didn't pay attention, instead looking at her kids who were on back boards reasting on the ground.
"Faith?" the voice demanded again, Faith finally focused, it was Kim.
"Kim?" she asked
"Faith, what happened here, What happened to Emily and Charlie?"
"Fred happened to them" Bosco stepped in.
"What?"
"Fred, he was drunk behind the wheel, picked up the kids after school before we could get there"
"Do they have any allergies"
Fatih shook her head, staring at her kids again.
"How are they?"
"They'll be okay Faith, just a few bruises, smoke inhallation, we're bringing them around with smelling salts now"
"Faith?"
She looked at Kim again, "Does Fred have any allergies?"
Faith shook her head again.
"Faith, Fred is seriously hurt, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt-"
"Good" Faith said.
Kim paused, taken aback for a moment. She decided to let the comment go. Faith had good reason to be angry.
"What happened to your cheek?" she asked, taking Faith's wrist and looking at her fingers, which were burnt and cut from the glass.
"I hit a door" she mumbled, halfheartedly.
"Is that really what happened?" Kim asked, turning her head by her chin, noticing it was the size of a hand.
"No" Faith replied.
"Did Fred do this?"
She nodded, letting the tears fall.
"When? Last night?"
She nodded again, " I kicked him out" she said, "I kicked him out and he wanted to take the kids." she cried, pulling her hands away to cry in to.
"Faith, none of this is your fault" Bosco whispered from beside her.
"If I hadn't have kicked him out-" she began
"He might have beaten you even more" Bosco stated.
"The kids would be okay" she replied.
"Faith, the kids are fine, they're coming around, Doc and Carlos are working with them" Kim told her.
"I want to see them" she whipped her head up, pushing back the tears and wiping her cheeks.
"Of course, but I want to get these cuts cleaned up" Kim replied.
"Kim, if this was Joey-"
Their eyes met, and in a moment of understanding, something that had to do with motherhood, in a split second Kim was helping Faith to her feet and handing her a wrap. "Just wrap them for now, the bleeding isn't too bad" she said.
Faith didn't know what to expect when she approached. But seeing her kids sitting there on a stretcher together being bandaged broke her heart. They hadn't noticed her yet, so Faith simply stood, and watched.
"Does this hurt?" Doc was asking Charlie, pressing on his wrist.
"No" Charlie replied, "My arm hurts"
"Alright, lets take a look at that" he said, lifting Charlie's sleeve.
Faith bit her lip.
"Whoa" Carlos said, looking over, Emily was holding Charlie's other hand with her left one.
"What happened to your arm?" Doc asked him gently, pulling the sleeve back down.
Neither of the kids spoke for a moment, then Charlie told him what happened. Faith turned quickly, running in to Bosco, who put his arms around her.
"It's okay, they're fine" he whispered, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb. It was something one of his friend's mothers used to do when Bosco came over with a new bruise.
"Mom?" Emily asked, noticing the movement.
"Mom!" Charlie said, excited, "Did you see that! The police were chasing us!" he said,
Faith turned around, swallowing. "Yea baby, I saw it, pretty exciting huh?" she asked.
"Yea! Was it you mom, did you chase us to arrest Dad?"
She nodded her head, silently, aware that everyone was watching the exchange. She walked over to the stretcher and wrapped her arms around both of them.
"Don't cry mom, we're okay" Emily told her.
Those simple words caused her to cry even more.
"Where's Dad?" Charlie asked.
"He went to the hospital Charlie"
"Is he in trouble?"
"Yea sweetie, he's in a lot of trouble right now."
"Is he-"
"Charlie, dont' worry about dad right now" Emily told him.
"Do they have to go to the hospital?" Faith asked Doc. Doc shook his head, but stood up, "No, but I'd like to talk to you"
"Boz, can you watch the kids for a second?" she asked. He nodded and Faith walked ten feet, turned and waited.
"I don't mean to pry, but what ever went on between you and Fred last night seems fairly serious-"
"I'm divorcing him" she blurted.
"Does he know yet?"
"No"
Doc nodded his head slowly, "Has he hurt you or the kids before?"
"No, last night was the first, and last time"
"That's good, do you and the kids have a place to go?"
"We stayed at Bosco's last night, he said we can stay there for a couple of nights until we can find another place"
"Okay, you call me if you need another place to go, I have my dad's old place and it's huge."
Faith gave a small smile, "Thanks Doc"
"Any time" he replied.
When she got back to where Bosco and the kids were, who were definatly fine because they were tickling Bosco, Bosco told her they were supposed to go down to the station.
"We're taking the kids" she replied.
"Fine with me, they can ride in the trunk" he joked.
"Noo!" Charlie said.
"Oh, maybe we can stick ya on the roof then huh?" Bosco asked, ruffling his head.
"Nuh uh" he shook his head.
Faith smiled, " How about on the hood?" she asked.
"Mooomm! We hafta wear seatbelts!" he said.
She laughed. Bosco looked at her, meeting her eyes.
It was good to see her laugh. Bosco always enjoyed seeing her break out in a smile, or start laughing. Even the way she snorted if she tried to hold it in was admirable. "We should head out, let FD clean this mess up" he said, looking around.
Faith looked around for the first time, surveying the scene. It looked like the hand of God had come down and quashed everything around. A street light was laying in the middle of the intersection, her car wrapped around a pole, glass everywhere. She looked down at her hands, taking off the cloth. Most of the bleeding had stopped, she would probably need stitched in a couple. Then she looked at Emily and Charlie, who were alive, best of all almost unhurt. The one responsible had taken the brunt of the injury, and she didn't care.