-COLLAPSED-

Greg and Sara face a traumatic event at a crime scene. Characters not mine, Song is Aly and AJ's. This is the last chapter.

If I knew that you were mine
I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now its all collapsed
In my lap

Chapter 10:

"This. Completely. Sucks." Greg groaned, his arms crossed over his chest from where he lay in the backseat of Sara's Tahoe. It had been two and a half weeks since he'd woken up from the chemically induced coma and they had finally let him go home. "Could they have made this stupid cast any bigger?" The cast covered both of his legs from his toes up to his pelvis, with a plaster strip connecting the two behind his back.

Sara looked back at him in the rear view mirror, he looked absolutely miserable. "You're lucky they let you out, you should have been in the splints for another week."

Nick was in the passenger's seat, he'd insisted on coming along since it would be near impossible for Greg to maneuver himself back into the wheelchair he'd be confined to for some time, without some help. "Once you get the Vicodin into your system you won't care about anything. Believe me…"

"That's what they gave you after…" Sara started, but trailed off.

Nick nodded. "My attempt to fly? Yeah."

Sara stopped the car at Greg's small town house, and she and Nick climbed out. Nick opened Greg's door while Sara removed the wheelchair from the trunk. "This will be interesting," she sighed.

"No kidding," Nick replied, working the situation and all possibilities over in his head. "Okay, I have an idea."

Greg looked doubtful but complied when Nick told him to scoot backward on the seat, edging closer to the open door. "Wah! Nick! What are you doing?" he wailed, as the Texan picked him up, with some difficulty, and dropped him, quite ungracefully, in the wheelchair.

Nick leaned against the car. "You're heavier than you look…"

"Remind me not to trust your bedside manner…" Greg replied, promptly flipping him off. He looked to Sara. "Can we go inside now?"

Sara nodded, pushing the chair toward the door, Greg's bag across her shoulder. "You coming, Nicky?" she asked, looking back at him.

He shook his head, but pulled something out of his pocket, handing it to Greg. "If you need anything, just say so."

Greg rolled his eyes but took the walkie-talkie anyway, intent on getting revenge for Nick's hardly well thought out plan.

Upon entering his house, Greg was prepared to immediately tackled by his two dogs, Golden Retrievers, Dax, and Chihuahua, Miyu. Instead, the both lay calmly on the couch. Smiling Greg called out, "C'mere, guys."

Miyu barked happily and jumped on his lap, the four pound animal curling up in his lap, Dax sitting happily by his side.

"I missed you two," he said, scratching Dax's head. "Did you behave for Sara?"

Sara nodded from behind him. "Completely. They didn't even bark when I came in the last few times."

Greg smiled as Sara continued to push him down the hallway, stopping at his bedroom and turning into it. "Think we can manage to get you out of the wheelchair?"

He nodded, "Just get me next to the bed." She did as he asked and Greg managed to get himself up and out of the chair and into bed. "That was easier than I thought it would be."

Dax barked, standing in the doorway and jumped up, curling up at the foot of the bed, Miyu had claimed her spot on Greg's chest.

"You want anything?" Sara asked, moving the wheelchair several feet away and sitting down on the other side of the bed. "Within reason."

Greg laughed. "Actually, could I have a glass of water and some of the crackers in the pantry, so I can take that Vicodin? I hate not being able to do things for myself." He moped.

Sara nodded. "No problem."

She returned a moment later, handing him a glass of ice water and the crackers. After he'd eaten those, she gave him half a Vicodin and sat beside him.

Greg looked down at his neon green knee. "Itai!" he exclaimed. "IT ITCHES!"

He moved to grab a ruler or anything within reach but Sara grabbed his hand. "No scratching." She reminded him.

He pouted but stopped, waiting for the itch to go away, which it did a few moments later.

"Thanks for staying with me," he said, some time later, taking her hand.

She smiled as he leaned against her, the side effects of the Vicodin starting to kick in. "Anytime," she replied, using one arm to prop herself up and the other to run her fingers through his hair.

"That feels nice…" he said, drowsily.

She continued to scratch his head, using her nails lightly against his scalp, noticing that it was putting him to sleep.

She pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes closed, moving to stand up a moment later.

"Breaker, Breaker. Do you read me? Over." the static from the walkie talkie in Greg's pocket sounded, waking him up quickly.

"Nick…" he glared at the offending device. "10-9," he held in the button while he spoke, letting go after he finished.

"Breaker, Breaker. Do you read me?" Nick's voice came yet again.

"10-4. Now, what do you want?" Greg replied, watching Sara roll her eyes.

There was a second of static before Nick replied. "Just checking up on you."

"Nick, you are not normal…"

"If I'm not normal, you're downright weird." He replied.

"10-96," Was Greg's reply, which caused Sara to laugh.

Nick paused for a second again. "What's that one mean?"

"Hah!" Greg smirked. "Google it."

Before Nick could reply, he turned the device off, tossing it aside as Sara wrapped her arms around him.

"He's gonna be amused for the entire time I'm in this thing. If he comes over here, I can't escape him." Greg realized. Then his eyes widened. "He'll… He'll make me listen to country music! NO!"

Sara laughed at his immaturity. "Try and get some sleep." She told him, kissing him quickly before walking out of the room.

Greg shrugged and closed his eyes. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all," he said aloud.

Okay, that's the end of this one. My best friend just had surgery, so hanging out around her inspired most of this chapter, which amused her quite a bit. Thanks to all who read and reviewed. Sorry for my lack of updates, I've been busty lately.

Oh, btw, the 10 codes.

10-4 means ' yes'

10-9 means 'repeat'

10-96 means 'mental patient'

And Itai means 'Ow!'

I hope you enjoyed this fic…

-Animegirl1129