Title: The Anniversary (2/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: The anniversary of his father's death hits Ty in a way he never could have imagined.
Author's notes: Thanks so much for your nice comments. As always, they are very much appreciated :)
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"Clear!"
When Ty opened his eyes, he felt absolutely fine. There was no pain at all. He looked down at his uniform and found that it was spotless and intact. He smiled to himself, relieved that he was okay. But just when he was convinced the whole thing had been a dream, he realized it wasn't. He found himself staring down at his own body lying on the table in the trauma room. The doctors were working frantically to save him, but it didn't look good. Hell he was watching himself in the trauma room. Wasn't that something only dead people did? When he'd been shot in the thigh, he certainly hadn't experienced anything like this. He really was going to die. Maybe he was already dead. He wasn't quite sure.
He decided he really didn't want to watch the scene in the trauma room any longer. There was actually something pretty depressing about watching yourself die. He found that he could move his arms and legs with no problem so he headed out to the waiting area, but things there were even worse. His mom was in Sully's arms, sobbing as if her heart had been shattered into a million pieces. Sully was rubbing her back, trying to comfort her the best he could, but he looked like a broken man. Ty couldn't remember ever seeing him look so old. Bosco was there, his arm around Faith. Doc and Carlos...They all looked so sad, keeping vigil, waiting for some word. Ty found himself touched to see how much they all cared about him. Alex was there too. She looked so sad ...as sad as when they had finally found her father's body in the ruins of the World Trade Center. He hated that he was causing them all such pain and sorrow. Well...at least this would be the last time...
"Feeling guilty isn't going to help, son."
He heard the familiar voice, but couldn't really believe it was real. Then again, if he was dead, he supposed it could be. Slowly he turned around and came face to face with the father he had lost so many years ago. "Dad?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "Is...is it really you?"
"Yes, son...it's really me."
"I...I can't believe it..." Ty stared back at his father, a myriad of emotions flowing through him. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real, unless... "I...I guess I must be dead..."
His father shook his head slowly. "No. You're hanging in there...fighting like hell to stay alive... You've always been a fighter, Ty."
Ty nodded, at a loss for words as he just stared back at his father. He didn't look any different. He was exactly as he remembered, uniform and all. "You...you look the same," he finally managed to utter.
"What did you expect? A white gown and angel wings?" his father chuckled.
"No...I just..." Ty felt a lump unexpectedly developing in his throat as he shrugged. "I missed you, dad..."
"I've missed you too, son...more than you could possibly know." He took a few steps closer to Ty. "I've watched you though through the years... Your mother...your sisters..."
"Yeah?" Ty gnawed on his lip nervously. Countless times over the years he had wanted to talk to his father, but now, standing right in front of him, he couldn't seem to find the words. "This is...weird..."
"It's weird for me too," his father admitted. "I'd always thought your mother would be the first one I'd see...I didn't want it to be you..."
"I..." Ty found that he was totally tongue-tied. He couldn't seem to think of anything to say. He averted his gaze back to the waiting room, but he couldn't bear to see the pain that he was putting everyone through so he looked back at his father.
"So...You and Sully...partners..." Ty's dad smiled, trying to make his son feel more at ease. "I didn't see that one coming. Best thing that could have happened though. Your mom was pretty smart to arrange for Sully to take you under his wing."
"Yeah Sully's a great guy," Ty replied, forcing himself to relax a bit. "He's taught me a lot."
"I know. I've seen. You've taught him a lot too. I'm not sure where he'd be without you. You're good for each other."
At the same instant, both men turned their eyes toward Sully, watching as he continued to try to comfort Maggie. "There was a time when I thought Maggie and Sully were going to get together," Ty's dad said quietly.
"You and me both," Ty stated, a small smile forming on his lips. "I wasn't too happy about it."
"I know." Ty's father cast an affectionate look at his son. "I would have been okay with it though. They would have been good together. Who knows...maybe they still can be."
"I don't know, dad..." Ty said as he shook his head. "I think they're just going to remain friends. Unless..." Unless he died... He suddenly felt compelled to find out was going on in the trauma room and headed back in that direction. Just as he reentered the room he felt an electric charge searing through his chest.
"We've got a rhythm!"
A rush of dizziness swept over him and his father grabbed Ty's arm steadying him before he fell. Ty gave his father a shocked look. "I...I can feel you."
"Yeah well...not everything you read and see in the movies is true, son."
"So...." Ty glanced at his father uncertainly. "I...I could hug you?"
"Yes...yes you can, Ty...In fact, I don't think there's anything I would like better."
It was all the encouragement Ty needed. All the emotions he had experienced as a boy who had lost his father came rushing back as he found himself being held in his father's strong arms. "God, I missed you so much, dad. I..."
"I know...I know... I'm proud of you, son, so proud. You're an amazing cop...better than I ever was."
"Really?" Ty drew back from his father's embrace and looked at him questioningly. "I really try, dad...it's not always easy, but...I always try my best..."
"Ty?" His father's gaze moved downward and he shifted his feet uncomfortably. "You know I've done some things in the past...well that I'm not particularly proud of..."
"Dad don't..." Ty shook his head and looked at his father imploringly. "It doesn't matter ...none of it matters. You were a good father to me, the best...that's all that matters...that's all that's ever mattered..."
"Thank you...thank you for saying that."
"Sure..." Ty dropped his gaze for a few moments before looking at his father again. This was so incredible. He once again wondered if he was dreaming. A sudden sharp pain in his chest made him rethink that however. He didn't feel vivid pain like that in his dreams. He looked down and saw a rapidly growing blood stain marring the surface of his uniform. "Wh...what's going on?" he asked anxiously.
"It's time," Ty's father stated, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Time? You...you mean for me to die?" Ty asked, a quiver in his voice.
"No, son... It's time to discover your fate..."
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Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: The anniversary of his father's death hits Ty in a way he never could have imagined.
Author's notes: Thanks so much for your nice comments. As always, they are very much appreciated :)
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"Clear!"
When Ty opened his eyes, he felt absolutely fine. There was no pain at all. He looked down at his uniform and found that it was spotless and intact. He smiled to himself, relieved that he was okay. But just when he was convinced the whole thing had been a dream, he realized it wasn't. He found himself staring down at his own body lying on the table in the trauma room. The doctors were working frantically to save him, but it didn't look good. Hell he was watching himself in the trauma room. Wasn't that something only dead people did? When he'd been shot in the thigh, he certainly hadn't experienced anything like this. He really was going to die. Maybe he was already dead. He wasn't quite sure.
He decided he really didn't want to watch the scene in the trauma room any longer. There was actually something pretty depressing about watching yourself die. He found that he could move his arms and legs with no problem so he headed out to the waiting area, but things there were even worse. His mom was in Sully's arms, sobbing as if her heart had been shattered into a million pieces. Sully was rubbing her back, trying to comfort her the best he could, but he looked like a broken man. Ty couldn't remember ever seeing him look so old. Bosco was there, his arm around Faith. Doc and Carlos...They all looked so sad, keeping vigil, waiting for some word. Ty found himself touched to see how much they all cared about him. Alex was there too. She looked so sad ...as sad as when they had finally found her father's body in the ruins of the World Trade Center. He hated that he was causing them all such pain and sorrow. Well...at least this would be the last time...
"Feeling guilty isn't going to help, son."
He heard the familiar voice, but couldn't really believe it was real. Then again, if he was dead, he supposed it could be. Slowly he turned around and came face to face with the father he had lost so many years ago. "Dad?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "Is...is it really you?"
"Yes, son...it's really me."
"I...I can't believe it..." Ty stared back at his father, a myriad of emotions flowing through him. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real, unless... "I...I guess I must be dead..."
His father shook his head slowly. "No. You're hanging in there...fighting like hell to stay alive... You've always been a fighter, Ty."
Ty nodded, at a loss for words as he just stared back at his father. He didn't look any different. He was exactly as he remembered, uniform and all. "You...you look the same," he finally managed to utter.
"What did you expect? A white gown and angel wings?" his father chuckled.
"No...I just..." Ty felt a lump unexpectedly developing in his throat as he shrugged. "I missed you, dad..."
"I've missed you too, son...more than you could possibly know." He took a few steps closer to Ty. "I've watched you though through the years... Your mother...your sisters..."
"Yeah?" Ty gnawed on his lip nervously. Countless times over the years he had wanted to talk to his father, but now, standing right in front of him, he couldn't seem to find the words. "This is...weird..."
"It's weird for me too," his father admitted. "I'd always thought your mother would be the first one I'd see...I didn't want it to be you..."
"I..." Ty found that he was totally tongue-tied. He couldn't seem to think of anything to say. He averted his gaze back to the waiting room, but he couldn't bear to see the pain that he was putting everyone through so he looked back at his father.
"So...You and Sully...partners..." Ty's dad smiled, trying to make his son feel more at ease. "I didn't see that one coming. Best thing that could have happened though. Your mom was pretty smart to arrange for Sully to take you under his wing."
"Yeah Sully's a great guy," Ty replied, forcing himself to relax a bit. "He's taught me a lot."
"I know. I've seen. You've taught him a lot too. I'm not sure where he'd be without you. You're good for each other."
At the same instant, both men turned their eyes toward Sully, watching as he continued to try to comfort Maggie. "There was a time when I thought Maggie and Sully were going to get together," Ty's dad said quietly.
"You and me both," Ty stated, a small smile forming on his lips. "I wasn't too happy about it."
"I know." Ty's father cast an affectionate look at his son. "I would have been okay with it though. They would have been good together. Who knows...maybe they still can be."
"I don't know, dad..." Ty said as he shook his head. "I think they're just going to remain friends. Unless..." Unless he died... He suddenly felt compelled to find out was going on in the trauma room and headed back in that direction. Just as he reentered the room he felt an electric charge searing through his chest.
"We've got a rhythm!"
A rush of dizziness swept over him and his father grabbed Ty's arm steadying him before he fell. Ty gave his father a shocked look. "I...I can feel you."
"Yeah well...not everything you read and see in the movies is true, son."
"So...." Ty glanced at his father uncertainly. "I...I could hug you?"
"Yes...yes you can, Ty...In fact, I don't think there's anything I would like better."
It was all the encouragement Ty needed. All the emotions he had experienced as a boy who had lost his father came rushing back as he found himself being held in his father's strong arms. "God, I missed you so much, dad. I..."
"I know...I know... I'm proud of you, son, so proud. You're an amazing cop...better than I ever was."
"Really?" Ty drew back from his father's embrace and looked at him questioningly. "I really try, dad...it's not always easy, but...I always try my best..."
"Ty?" His father's gaze moved downward and he shifted his feet uncomfortably. "You know I've done some things in the past...well that I'm not particularly proud of..."
"Dad don't..." Ty shook his head and looked at his father imploringly. "It doesn't matter ...none of it matters. You were a good father to me, the best...that's all that matters...that's all that's ever mattered..."
"Thank you...thank you for saying that."
"Sure..." Ty dropped his gaze for a few moments before looking at his father again. This was so incredible. He once again wondered if he was dreaming. A sudden sharp pain in his chest made him rethink that however. He didn't feel vivid pain like that in his dreams. He looked down and saw a rapidly growing blood stain marring the surface of his uniform. "Wh...what's going on?" he asked anxiously.
"It's time," Ty's father stated, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Time? You...you mean for me to die?" Ty asked, a quiver in his voice.
"No, son... It's time to discover your fate..."
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