A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers. You know who you are! This story is going to follow Canon somewhat for this chapter then I intend for it to be AU.

The characters belong to Shonda… The story is mine…

Last time on When Life Hands You Scalpels

"Miranda," The Chief called after her. "What in the hell happened back there?"

"I have no i…" Miranda was interrupted by her ringing phone once again.

"Are you going to get that?" The chief asked exasperatedly.

"What do you want, Tucker," Miranda screamed into the phone, as her pager went off. She rushed off towards the ER. "I told you not to bother me at work unless it's an emergenc…" Her sentence ended there and she almost dropped to her knees, as she watched her baby boy being wheeled into the emergency room.

"There was an accident…" Tucker said.

AND ON TO CHAPTER TWO…

Chapter 2: Save My Son

Voice Over:

Nothing in life can ever prepare you for the wave of emotion that hits you when your child is hurt. It's like a tidal wave that crashes onto the shore. It slowly envelops the people standing on the shore watching the sunset. It cascades over you, filling every fiber of your being with darkness. It threatens the very air you breathe…

Miranda felt like she was hit by a tidal wave. She stood in shock for what seemed like days, but in reality was only a second, rooted to her spot, staring at her husband, silently begging him for answers. Richard broke her out of her silent reverie.

"Dr. Bailey, move out of the way," Richard implored, rushing past her to get a better look at Tuck. He had to get closer. He had to help Miranda in some small way.

Derek had already done a Neuro workup, so at least we knew that there was no head injury. Hahn would have to be called, his chest looked crushed. Richard glared at Tucker, asking silently the question on everyone's mind. What the hell happened?

Miranda snapped out of it and rushed over to Tucker, grabbing his forearm with her hand. "What happened Tucker?" Miranda asked tightly. "More importantly, how did this happen?"

Tucker was tired of being blamed for everything and he was more tired of coming second, third, or even fourth in Miranda's life. "I turned my back for a moment Randi, and the next thing I knew he was trapped under the bookcase." He said in frustration, shaking her.

"How did he even get in the living room," Bailey screamed. "Why weren't you watching him?"

"I was watching him, but the gate to the living room was open," Tucker shot back.

Miranda dropped her hand from Tucker's arm, looking like she had just been slapped. "Are you saying that this is my fault?" Miranda whispered. Tucker didn't reply, so she moved away in horror. She could not believe that her own husband would accuse her of such a thing. She turned around and moved to her son's side.

If this were any other case, Miranda would have been barking out orders to both the Attending and Residents, but this was not any other case, this was her baby. In this case, however, she vaguely followed the orders that were being shouted by Dr. Shepherd and Hahn. I think they called for a CAT scan and a chest CT, but I'm really not sure. She blindly followed the gurney carrying her baby down the hall towards the elevator, trying to pay attention to what everyone was saying, but she was fighting a losing battle. She was stopped at the door to CT and turned around, thoroughly confused.

Richard had waited, lagging behind everyone else so he could explain everything to Miranda. He had been watching her out of the corner of his eye, while he was treating Tuck. He knew she had missed his preliminary diagnosis, as she was so tuned into her own pain. He looked down at her and she looked so scared and lost, that his heart broke in two for her.

"Miranda," He began gently. "We have to do a head and chest CT to determine the extent of the damage, and then we can repair it."

"Is my baby going to die, Richard," She asked softly, almost afraid to voice her own thoughts.

Richard looked between her and Tucker before he replied confidently. "Not if I can help it." He gently squeezed her shoulders and walked into the CT room.

Miranda stood there silently for a few moments, wondering if she could have done anything differently. Richard came out a few moments later and explained to both of them that they would have to perform heart and lung surgery on Tucker to repair the damage from the fallen bookcase.

"Dr. Hahn is going to do the surgery," He explained. "She is the best and she will be able to fix the tear in the left ventricle and the collapsed lung."

Miranda breathed heavily and began to process everything that Richard was saying to her. Tuck would have to have surgery, and very dangerous surgery at that. She wasn't sure that she would make it if he didn't survive.

"Dr. Bailey, I have to go," Richard said. "Do you both understand?"

Tucker looked at Miranda in anticipation, when she did not reply, he simply said. "Go Chief."

Richard looked to Miranda, and at her nod, ran down the hall to the O.R. She followed him with her eyes and then started moving in the direction that Richard had gone.

"Miranda, wait," Tucker called out, but it was no use. She just glared at him and waved him off. There were two things that Tucker knew for sure. The first being, you didn't piss off Dr. Miranda Bailey, and the second being, if you did, you better stay the hell out of her way. He knew that he had hurt her with his comments, but at the time he didn't care. He wasn't sure that he cared now, but he did want his son to be all right. Everything would be fine, if Tuck made it through.

Miranda stood poised outside of the O.R. She would take down Meredith Grey with her bare hands if she had to. She needed to see her son. I have to give the girl credit though. She is truly channeling her inner "Nazi". It makes me proud.

"Get out of my way, Dr. Grey," Miranda said tightly.

"You can't go in there Dr. Bailey," Meredith implored.

"The hell I can't," She shot back and pushed past Meredith.

The scene that greeted Miranda took her breath away, as she stood watching Erica Hahn with both of her hands inside of her baby boy.

"You have got to be kidding me," Erica said, her voice dripping in irritation.

"I won't get in the way, please," Miranda begged. "I just want to hold my son's hand."

"Absolutely not," Erica stated. "There is no way that I am operating with that woman in here."

"Please, I just want to hold my son's hand," She said, her voice breaking, the tears threatening to fall.

Richard knew Miranda well, and he knew she was close to the breaking point.

"Dr. Hahn, I think…," Richard started to say before being cut off by an irate Erica Hahn.

"No!" She spat out looking at Miranda. "Do you want me to talk to you, or do you want me to save your son?"

Miranda blanched at the implication, and was stunned into silence. The entire O.R. itself fell into silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"Miranda," Richard said softly.

She looked at Richard with wide eyes. "Of course I want you to save my son, but I'm his mother. I just want to hold his hand."

Meredith took in the scene before her. "I could hold his hand Dr. Bailey." Miranda looked at her in surprise. "I could stay and hold his hand and even talk to him." She grabbed Miranda's arm in reassurance. "He won't be alone, don't worry."

"There will be no talk…" Dr. Hahn started.

"Shut up Erica," Richard interrupted, sending a glare her way. "It will be fine, Miranda, Meredith can stay."

Miranda Bailey nodded and turned toward the door. She moved slowly toward the waiting room. The air around her felt heavy. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't face Tucker yet, not if this was her fault.

She went into an on call room and slowly sank to the floor. She didn't realize that all of the interns and attendings had watched her long walk up the hallway. She didn't realize that Derek had followed her into the on call room until she felt his arms around her waist, as he uncurled her and leaned back against the wall. She could only think of one thing. She's a doctor, one of the best, a prime candidate for Chief of Surgery, currently Chief Resident. She had thousands of hours practicing surgery, trained by world-renowned surgeons but not one of those credentials had prepared her or could prepare her for this moment … because at that precise moment, she wasn't Dr. Miranda Bailey, M.D, she was Miranda Bailey, wife and mother and her son needed her. All of her training and she couldn't save her son.

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