Jemma's Pov:

The limo dropped us off around midnight. Michael fell asleep as we cuddled in bed watching tv. 

I glanced at the clock. It's a little after three and I still cant sleep I was wired from our classroom tryst. 

I groaned and threw the blankets back. It's been heavily storming for the last hour. 

I love the rain.

I walked around picking up our room. I looked back at the clock, 7 minutes passed.

 I walked to the kitchen to see if we had any ice cream. Mmm some Chunky Monkey would be really good right now. 

I opened the freezer. Damn no ice cream.

Ehh Wal-mart is open all night. I'll just pop over and get some. It'll just take a few minutes, plus I'll get to be in the rain. I love stormy weather. 

Then I can eat my ice cream in peace then hopefully crash out and sleep to the sound of the crashing thunder and pitter patter of the rain.

I ran to the store trying to get out of the down pour. I may love the rain but I didn't want to get sick from being soaked in this cold weather. 

I felt my flip flops lose traction and I began to slide. I managed a startled scream as my body slammed full force face down on the wet pavement. Hitting my head on the one of the cement poles then slamming my torso onto the wet ground by the entrance of the store.

Ouch.

 A worker that was mopping the entrance ran to me. "Miss are you okay?"

My mind was fogging and I felt sluggish. A sharp pain ripped through my head and my abdomen cramped hard. The worker rolled me over and pulled out his phone. I could feel myself losing focus. I grabbed his hand.

My vision blurred and and my stomach tightened I wanted to puke. It didnt even faze me that the rain was coming down harder, my face hurt so much I couldnt even feel the rain pelting me anymore.

"Please call my husband. It's Mike on my phone." I panted. My head was killing me. The last thing I noticed was the guy's hand had blood on it. 

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Michael's Pov:

I stretched my arm out and felt around. All I touched was cool sheet, not Jemma. I cracked my eyes open and looked around. Maybe she got up to pee. I laid back down and was about to doze off again when my phone started blaring Jem's ring tone.

I snatched the phone up and laughed. "Love, are you calling me from the bathroom to complain there's no toilet paper. I'll get-"

"Sir" The male voice interrupted me.

I pulled the phone back and looked at the screen. Call connected to Jemma and her picture showed on the screen.

"Who are you and why do you have my wife's phone?" I demanded already getting out of bed as a feeling of dread settled in my stomach.

A throat cleared. "Sir I'm with your wife. The ambulance just pulled up and they're gonna take her to the hospital. She asked me to call you before she passed out."

I felt my heart stop. "What... what happened? Is she okay?" I held my breath as he answered. Fear like I've never experienced flared through me.

"She was running into the store and fell. She hit pretty hard and there was a lot of blood on her head and um on her thighs. She mumbled something about pain and losing the baby just before she lost consciousness. I.. I'm so sorry"

I white knuckled the phone and took a deep breath to try and calm down. "Thank you. I'm on the way to the hospital!"

I hung up and rushed out. I was in my car and driving within a few minutes. The rain was coming down so hard it made it difficult to see. 

 I grabbed my phone and called Skip. He didn't answer so I left a voicemail.

"Jems is in the hospital, I'm on my way there now. She uhh might have lost the baby."

I sighed and felt my heart squeeze. Please let her be okay. I cant lose her. I silently prayed for the first time in way too long.

"Umm Could you call everyone and let them know...SHITTT!" I dropped the phone and tried to swerve out of the way but it was too late.

It happened so fast but at the same time in slow motion. 

The force of the collision slammed me forward. The truck spun in circles and I felt another slam as the other heavy duty truck rammed into the my truck again.

I flew back and forth, feeling like a Scruffy's rag doll. 

The seat belt finally tightened.

The crunching of the metal pierced through my thoughts and I looked up in time to see that I was skidding into a concrete covert.

I closed my eyes and whispered "I love you Jemma."

The slam into the covert was more powerful then the slam of the big truck that hit me.

I could feel my heart rate slowing and the pain numbing. I've been here before and I can feel myself slipping away.

I felt tears run down my cheeks and I prayed to god that he'd help Jemma through this and find her someone that will love her as much as I did.

 Maybe I'll see our baby in heaven.

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Skip's Pov:

The phone was ringing and I groaned. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little after 4. I reached over Tina and grabbed it. 

The ringing stopped and missed call from Mike showed. I groaned and flopped back onto the bed calling him back. It went straight to voicemail.

"Bro I love you but you better have a damn good reason for waking my ass up or I'm gonna march down this hall and yank your ass outta bed and give you a swirly!"

I closed the phone and laid back pulling an adorable sleeping Tina closer to me. Man it's so crazy how life works and I'm so damn happy with it right now. 

My phone beeped signaling a voicemail pulling me from my thoughts. 

I stood up to pull my boxers on. I'm gonna follow through with my threat. One high school nerd swirly coming up. 

"You have one new voicemail press one to playback." I hit the button to listen and seriously hoped it wasn't like a butt dial of them having sex.... 

 I pressed one, Michael's strained voice filled the speaker.

"SHITTTTT" He yelled, it sounded like the phone dropped and then I heard loud crashing and metal crunching before the line went dead.

"Oh my god" I breathed temporarily paralyzed with a sick sense of deja vu.

The phone slipped from my fingers and smashed on the floor.

"Babe, whats the matter" Tina's groggy voice snapped me out of it.

She flipped on the lamp and I began frantically yanking on my clothes.

"Jemma's at the hospital and Michael just called I think he was in an accident. I need you to call 911 and tell them there was a wreck between here and the hospital. I gotta go" I ran to the door and grabbed my keys.

A hand yanked me to a stop. "I'm going with you."

I nodded and we ran out. Tina was on the phone explaining everything and repeating questions the 911 operator asked.

I slammed on the brakes. "Here, Oh my god!!" I gasped looking at the carnage in shock. It was like a war zone... Like a bomb went off.... Like when Mike... Oh god...

I jumped out of the car and ran to the pile of twisted metal that used to be my brothers truck.

I dropped to my knees and didn't fight the tears. I gave into the searing pain for just a second before my training kicked in. I went into combat mode and rose up like the well trained robot I am.

I ran to the crushed truck and quickly examined it. I jumped on top of the hood and climbed halfway into the cab through the busted windshield. 

Blood

So much blood... Michael my little brother and best friend's blood!

I reached forward and felt for a pulse.

I couldn't find one.

"No god dammit! You are not dying! " I screamed, shaking him and feeling like breaking down and crying when all that happened was his head flopping back and forth lifelessly.

I shimmied the rest of the way in and pulled out my pocket knife.

 I sliced through the seat belt and as gently as I could I pulled my brother, my best friend in the whole world out. Silently pleading that he make it out of this alive.

He was covered in blood. The rain was rinsing it off but more would come flowing out. I heard Tina crying in the background but I couldn't think about that.

This was a mission, I had to stay focused. It could be the difference between having Michael around or not.

I combat field medically assessed him. Broken bones, cuts and gashes, probably some internal bleeding. Fuck!!

It really is just like the last time I came close to losing him.

 No! 

No I refused to lose him then and now is no different. In fact it's even more important now. He's got Jem's, and she's going to need him now more then ever.

"You better not die! God damn you, I'll come across just to kick your ass! Jems needs you!" I screamed.

I gave him mouth to mouth and compressed his chest.

Nothing... I kept on, the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics tried pulling me off.

I struggled and slammed my fist on Mikes chest. "Get up fucker! Now soldier! Get the fuck up!!"

I slammed his chest with my fists again and did another round of mouth to mouth. I felt for a pulse. Nothing still.

I leaned my head next to his. "Please don't do this to us. I cant deal with losing you again and this is gonna kill Jemma. Please you have to fight Michael. Fight for Jems, come on bro you can't do this to us. We need you!!" I cried next to his ear all hope draining out of me as the seconds ticked by.

The paramedic yanked me back and I felt my knees buckle.

 I turned and looked to the other truck where the police were giving a breathalyzer to the man that just killed my brother.

My brother was here having the paramedics work on him to try to save his life and this bastard barely had a scratch on him. 

The thought didn't just sicken me, it made me livid and raging to place this worthless drunk in the same position he'd put Michael. 

Dead or damn near it.

I stood up and walked over on autopilot.

"Sir, you need to stay back." Some young cop said. 

I ignored his warning weaving around him I slammed my fist into the bastard that got drunk and drove, killing Michael.

"I'm gonna kill you" I screamed as I drove my fists into his face and chest repeatedly in rapid succession.

"You killed him! He just lost his baby! Oh god poor Jemma!"

My screams were a mixture of rage and the worst pain I've ever felt. I never let up on the hitting. I had him on the ground under me and began to choke him. 

He didn't deserve to live.

The entire time tears streamed down my face.

 I had ignored the two cops as they'd tried to pull me off him. I felt the tazer attach to my skin and jolted from the force of the shock.

I rolled to my back and tried to breath through the pain. The cops held me down and as they cuffed me I heard the best words ever.

"We have a pulse!" Screamed the paramedic as they lifted the gurney into the back of the ambulance.

They stood me up and I finally came back to sanity. I looked around and saw Tina staring wide eyed at me and what I'd just done. Shit she's probably scared of me now.. 

I hung my head and let them lead me to the other cop car.

 As they passed the man I'd just beaten I kicked his chest hard enough to break a few ribs.

"You better hope he makes it or you're dead." That wasn't a threat or promise or warning.

 It was just a fact.

They put me in the interrogation room and I leaned back and assessed the situation. I had a few options. 1) escape. I've been trained to do that. But they'd freeze my assets and Tina and the baby would suffer. 2) Plead temporary insanity or claim I snapped because PTSD or some crap. We were taught how to fake out the best psychologist and polygraphs. 3) call in one of the favors the big wigs owe me.

Before I make a decision let's see what they want to charge me with. The door opened and a detective walked in. He uncuffed me and handed me a bottle of water.

"I'm officer Donald. I understand you're Mike's brother." He waited for me to say something but I just stayed silent.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

''No"

He sat back and sighed. "Okay how about you tell me what happened before you went-" He paused momentarily looking directly in my eyes.

I raised a brow and waited for him to finish.

"Crazy"

I shook my head. He shouldn't be saying that. Interrogation 101 you do not give the perp an easy out like saying he was crazy. Hello that makes an insanity defense even easier.

"I'd like my call and a lawyer. What exactly am I being charged with?"

"Assault and possibly attempted murder. Look I know your brother and I like him. He makes Jemmy Bear happy. I'm really trying to help you here. Give me something to work with." He pleaded sincerely.

I sighed. I'll tell him some.

"I got a call but by the time I got up, it was already a voicemail. It was Mike and he said he was on his way to the hospital. Jems was in some kind of accident and lost the baby."

My voice shook so I cleared my throat and took a drink of the bottled water he handed me.

"I heard the entire crash on the message and rushed out. We got there before EMS and I pulled him out and tried giving him CPR. I couldn't let him die. He's been through hell and back and he's finally happy. Our parents and I couldn't lose him again. I couldn't let Jems lose him and the baby all in one night. That's too much for anyone but with everything she's been through already, she....It would have broken her and I can't... " My eyes were stinging from the tears I held in.

I cleared the waver from my unsteady voice making it steady and strong once again. I was a soldier, a damn fine one at that and soldiers do not show fear or weakness.

"Charge me with whatever it is you're going to charge me with so I can get the hell out of here and to the hospital where I'm needed. I wanna know how my family are and if there is anything I can do to help Michael and if... If he doesn't make it Jemma's gonna need me and Tina there to help her through this."

I finally looked up and saw that Detective Donald had tears in his eyes. "I didn't know Jemmy Bear was in the hospital. Oh god, that poor girl."

"I need my call now. I gotta be out of here and be there for them when they wake up. I cant let Jems go through this alone. So will you please push the charges through and give me my call."

He looked at me and slid his phone across the desk.

"Call whoever you need and I'll talk to the Captain and District Attorney about lowering the charges to misdemeanor assault with the suggestion that the jail sentence should be suspended on the stipulation that you see the base's psychiatrist when you return to Fort Hood. I think you may have suffered a PTSD episode. That would definitely mean you were unable to control what you did and therefore shouldn't be held responsible." He winked and leaned back while I dialed out.