Title: Responsibilty
Author: Michelle
Rating: PG-13 - Language, Adult Content, Slash
Spoilers: Season Two Finale
Disclaimer: Characters and past storylines are property of their original owners and creators. I own nothing, except in the case of the odd original character or two.
Author's Note: My second piece in the Nip/Tuck universe, and my first in the Nip/Tuck Slash department. That said, I would like to pose a favor of everyone who may be anti-slash.
Anti-Slashers: If you don't like Slash, don't read this story, and, please, don't review it, either. That way, we can all be happy, and go about our lives. Thank you.
Anyway, I was left at quite a stand-still by the end of the finale. (The phone rang about thirty seconds before the end, and that kind of killed my hype). So, in the spirit of answering the questions left after an excellent cliffhanger, I wrote this story. (That is not to say that I know the answers. This is just my own version). Enjoy!
Summary: He was just telling himself the obvious. He was responsible for what had occured that night.
Sean would have pushed his way through the doors of the building, had they not been automatic sliding doors. He had driven like a mad man the entire way to his currently location, having received the call from Julia just a few moments before hand. He had been in such a tremendous state of shock, that he had managed to drop the phone receiver on the floor. Truth be told, Sean was still in the same amount of shock, but, somewhere, anger had mixed in with the rest of his feelings, leaving him unsure of just what he was feeling.
Passing through the waiting room in all but a run, Sean reached the check-in desk, and began to speak to the first woman that he saw in a uniform.
"Where can I find Christian Troy?" he asked, frantically. Now was not the time for a calm, quiet demeanor; it was the time to be royally pissed off.
A middle aged woman, with a light complexion, dark hair, and dark eyes, looked up at him.
"Are you family?" she asked, her tone very professional. She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows up at him, and awaited his response.
Sean gave the woman before him a look to kill over, before responding. "Look, uh," he paused, as he searched her uniform, quickly, for a name tag. Finding one, he continued. "Sandra, I don't have time to answer to hospital policy. My partner, Dr. Christian Troy, was admitted here a few hours ago. I want to know where he is." He stared at the the woman for a minute, releasing a loud sigh in the process.
"Just a minute," she said, with a monotone sigh of her own. She went to her computer, and typed in a few things. Sean stood at the desk, the height of which reached to just below his chest, and nervous drummed his fingers on the surface.
How could he have been so stupid? Why didn't he see it? He had said that he was willing to risk injury to catch the Carver, but, he had meant his own life, not the lives of those that he loved. Not the lives of those individuals that had absolutely nothing to do with this entire mess.
"It's my fault," he thought to himself, silently. The same thought had run through his head more times in the past hour than what he cared to count, and, every single time, he was just telling himself the obvious. Sean was telling himself the truth; he was responsible for what had occured that night.
Sean heard a loud beep, which made him jump, and was followed by a feminine voice.
"Here we go."
Perking up, Sean came back down to reality. "Hospital. Got it."
"What injury did you say that your friend was admitted with?" the woman asked, as if it was not a very big deal, making Sean a little angry. "Sir?"
Sean shook the thought from his head. "Um," he began, but hesitated, again; should he say it? "Um, I'm not sure," he responded, deciding to avoid any unneeded dialogue with anyone, if at all possible. All that he wanted was the information that he was waiting on, so that he could go and see Christian.
With another loud beep from the machine, the woman behind it looked back up at Sean, raised her left eyebrow, and went back to looking at the computer screen. Sean was about to inquire, but, before he could say anything, he was cut off.
"Sean!" He turned at the sound of his voice being called out, to find Julia rushing in his direction.
"Julia!" he called back, as Julia found her way up to him, and in to a tight embrace. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," she said, her voice cracking. "No one will tell me anything." Slowly, Sean closed his eyes, and nodded, slightly. Julia wiped her eyes with the back of her right hand. "Why in the hell didn't you answer the phone when I called?" she screamed, angrily.
Sean was startled by Julia's sudden rise in the volume of her voice, and opened his eyes. "I was..." He couldn't find the words to finish his sentence, and turned back around, to look at the dark haired woman behind the desk, once again. "Did you find him, or what?" he asked, raising his own voice.
"Sean," Julia began, in a whisper, and placed her hand on Sean's shoulder. Sean shrugged her hand off.
"No, Julia," he replied, as he angled his head, just a bit, and moved his eyes, to look at the floor. Looking back the the woman, he raised his voice again. "Well?"
The attendant bit on her bottom lip for a moment, eyes still fixed on her computer screen, before looking up at Sean. He stared back at her, his glare as unfriendly as he could manage. He watched, as she opened her mouth to speak, and uttered the two words that made his entire body go completely numb.
"I'm sorry."
Author's Note: I will put up a new chapter, soon. I await your kind words! Thanks for reading! Until the next chapter...