"You sure you're good?" Laura asked for the millionth time as she got out of her car with Lucy-Jane to their station. Their twelve hour shift was going to start, and even though Lucy-Jane wasn't saying anything, Laura knew that the next twelve hours would seem like forever and a day.
"Yes I'm good. I'm great. All happy and excited to be back at work," Lucy-Jane sighed, and it came out stressed and snappy.
"Someone had a relaxing weekend," Jonas called and his partner turned around and glared. "I'm glad to see you missed me. Because I did not miss you, because I was on a beach. And it was nice, and warm and there was alcohol. Which is not the same thing I can say for Boston."
"I donated bone marrow to save a person's life, got engaged, found out I'm not actually an orphan, found out my alive biological father knew and didn't want me anyway, found out my now ex-fiancé knew and didn't tell me, which has led me to been sleeping on Laura's couch since then. That was my weekend, and it was fun-fucking-tastic," she muttered angrily. "I am fine." Lucy-Jane stalked into their building, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Her co-workers stood stunned. Jonas turned to Laura for an explanation. She shrugged. "I got the same thing. Milo comes by every morning with coffee for the three of us, but she refuses to even see him. He's staying at the House in case LJ wants to be in the apartment."
"Damn she's going to be such a bitch to work with today," Jonas grumbled as he went inside.
"Lucy-Jane is on a warpath, so watch out," Edwards said, coming up to them.
"Oh we know," Jonas replied. "Just ran into her outside. And Laura's had the unpleasure of having her sleepover."
"Is it her arms?" Edwards asked, reading over some papers. "She technically has the all clear, but if those are giving her trouble, I don't want her on rotation."
"What's wrong with her arms?" Jonas asked. "What the hell did I miss this weekend?"
"Tunnel collapse," Lauren shrugged. "And I checked them this morning. The right arm is a little red, but I'm keeping an eye out for infection. And I would worry more about her back."
"What's wrong with her back?" Edwards asked, looking up and suspicious now.
"Bone marrow donation," Jonas supplied. "But like those ever had side-effects that last this long." He started making his way down their locker area, so he could switch into this work uniform before their rounds began. "She's just being a bitch from sleeping on the ground."
"She has a sofa-oh shit," Laura started then cursed as the three walked into the locker room. Lucy-Jane, whose back was to them, was sliding her uniform shirt down, hiding away the bruises on her back.
Jonas immediately got wild up. "Did that bastard hit you?" He asked immediately, going into a protective mode. He turned her around. "Those bruises, are those from Milo? Cause you tell me and I swear to god that jackass is going to be glad he works in a hospital." The threats started to spill as Lucy-Jane's partner got on a roll.
"Shut up," Lucy-Jane snapped at Jonas. "Like I would even let Milo walk around if something like that had happened. It's fine, I'm fine. It's just a side-effect from the donation, nothing to worry about."
"No," Edwards said right then. "You are not going out tonight. Laura, check who is on call and have them come in. Lucy-Jane, you get out of that uniform and to a hospital, get yourself checked out."
"I'm fine," Lucy-Jane stressed again. "A little sore, but when haven't we worked like that? If you think I'm going off-shift for this, you're insane."
"This and a possible infection," Edwards said, already filling out the medical absence form. As ranking paramedic for that shift, he was on top of everything. "Unless you're cleared by medical, you are not getting on that bus."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Lucy-Jane shouted at him.
"You're unfocused," Edwards replied. "You're angry and shouting and I do not need that out on the field today. I have to know that you're head is 100% in this, and it's not. So get your shit together and come back once you've been signed off by medical," Edwards told her sternly as he shoved the piece of paper into her hands. Lucy-Jane snatched it away and yelled, walking away frustrated to go change. She knew it was pointless to argue once the medical form was in your hand.
"She's going to hate you for that," Jonas said after a moment.
"Yeah well you should be thanking me from saving you from twelve hours of that," Edwards told him. "Whatever happened between her and Milo better get fixed because I cannot have her out on the field like that."
"From what she told me, it's so bad she's going to need a vacation and a therapist," Jonas muttered.
"Alright. I got Marcel to come in, so he'll be here soon," Laura said as she opened the door. "Also guess who I found in the hall," she opened the door further and Alan Tracy stood in the hall looking rather sheepish. And with a black eye.
"Is Lucy-Jane here?" He asked. "I stopped by the apartment and she wasn't there, so I figured she'd be here..."
"Alan Tracy," Lucy-Jane stated as she appeared in the doorway, out of her uniform and in street clothes. She had a semi-surprised look on her face, but the angry bite in her tone confused her coworkers and friends on whether she was actually glad to see him. "What happened to your face?"
"I got punched in the face," Alan replied.
"Did you deserve it?"
"Probably. I don't know for sure yet. Are you busy?"
"No she's not," Laura said quickly. "She actually has the next twelve hours off and nothing to do. And I would know." She grabbed her shorter friend and steered her towards Alan.
"Get the formed signed Williams," Edwards called out before going behind a door. Just because Lucy-Jane got to go home and was having life problems, that didn't mean he didn't have work to do and people to save.
"Gotta go LJ. Be good, stay away from trouble. And don't take it the wrong way, but don't come back to my house," Laura grinned at her blonde friend. "Take care of her Tracy."
"Get your shit together," Jonas told her. "I cannot ride with Marcel. If I have to hear about his grand projects to make quick money then I'm going to kill someone," he said straight faced before looking away. Lucy-Jane gave him a half-hearted smile. That guy.
"Come on," Lucy-Jane motioned for Alan to follow her. She gripped the paper and shoved it into her coat pocket, getting upset again upon having to see it. What the hell was she supposed to do for the next twelve hours? Because there was no freaking way she was going to be approved in time for her next shift either.
They started walking down the street, the two twins side by side without saying a word. Lucy-Jane didn't know what to say, or if she even wanted to hear what Alan had to say. If he had known the whole time, and had just used her for the bone marrow donation, then it would kill her. And Milo would have been right.
Lucy-Jane walked quietly beside Alan. "So you didn't know?" She asked him finally. Her head was starting to hurt and she wanted to go home. It was time to get this over with.
Alan shook his head. "Not until Milo gave me the envelope."
"Did he punch you?"
"Yeah. He said my family ruined his and his life. He was really upset. What happened?"
Lucy-Jane was quiet for a moment. "I walked away," she finally told him. "I found out he knew and he said he hadn't told me because he didn't want to lose me. I accused him if wanting to marry me for the money and the Tracy name. Then he said Jeff Tracy didn't want me because he'd known and hadn't said anything and asked him not to. I bet he got the stupid Tracy award to keep him silent. I guess as a foster kid I should be used to people wanting me for a little bit then throwing me away."
"He didn't get the award or funds," Alan told her. "We couldn't give it to him because of the transplant. It would have been a PR nightmare because any way you spun it, Milo ended up getting the funds because of you, not because of the project. And his project deserves the recognition."
The news stunned Lucy-Jane to a stop. "But without those funds he can't expand. He can't update the Boston home. It's all at standstill."
"I guess I did ruin his life then. He lost his family, best friend, fiancé and his dreams all in one day."
Lucy-Jane's stomach twisted, feeling a little guilty now. Had she overreacted? Her stubborn resolve said no immediately. Milo was her best friend. She loved him with every fiber of her being, so she would never leave him. And he had done the worst thing you could do to a person like them; give hope of a family and then strip it away. He should have known that she was never going to leave him or replace him. He should not have been selfish.
"Why are you still here, Alan?" Lucy-Jane finally asked. "Weren't you cleared to leave for your family island?" The last two words were bitter. Alan gave her a surprised look, taken aback.
"You're my sister," he said resolute. "More than that, you're my twin. We're family and...and I wanted to make sure you're alright. Milo was upset and I thought you would be too."
"I'm just peachy," Lucy-Jane told him. "We don't have to do this. You know, pretend we owe each other something because we shared a place for eight months. I've made it alone for this long."
"Yeah but you didn't have to. I'm not pretending Lucy-Jane. I had the chance to ignore this, to walk away. But I didn't. I rode the T up and down this town looking for you. I want to get to know you Lucy-Jane. I'm not saying we have to be peas in a pod. But I'd like us to try to be friends; I'd like to be friends with my sister."
Lucy-Jane looked at him. She liked Alan, she really had. He was a cool guy, simple and down to earth despite his fame and fortune. He cared about other people because they were people, not because of names or riches. "I don't have practice being a sister, or a friend really." She gave a small smile.
Alan cracked a wide smile. "That's okay. I've had a lot of experience being a brother and I think I'm a great friend to have!"
Lucy-Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Wow. I guess Tracy's do have big egos," she teased as they started walking down the street again.
Alan decided to let that one slide and asked her a question instead. "Why aren't you working? Jonas was there and you guys are partners right?"
"Edwards gave me the yellow slip," Lucy-Jane said darkly. "I'm on medical until I'm cleared."
"What's wrong that put you on medical?"
Lucy-Jane didn't get to tell him because the tricolored lights flashing behind them caught her attention. They stopped and turned towards the street to see an ambulance pull up besides them.
"Dammit Williams, keep your phone on," Edwards shouted at her from the driver's seat as Laura jumped out.
"We've been trying to get you for the last ten minutes," she said directing them to the back. She opened up the doors.
"Laura what's wrong?" Lucy-Jane asked.
"There was an accident- a shooting. At the House. Two victims, one in critical condition," Laura told her slowly.
Lucy-Jane's heart stopped. "Milo?" She asked quietly. He was sleeping there, to give her space. So she could be in her room while she was mad at him.
"We're not sure," Laura said as the three got in and she closed the bus doors. Edwards flipped a switch and sirens went on as he drove towards Mass Gen emergency. "But he fit one of the descriptions."
Alan reached for her hand and held it. "He's okay," he promised and hoped to god it was true.
A/N: Second to last chapter! It's all coming to an end. Sad.