Dr Lachlan Campbell

LINK: Although he was keeping a calm and positive exterior, the truth was that Lachlan was really struggling to see his best mate back to Square One and suffering like this all over again, and the helpless sensation setting in was just beginning to make him feel more and more angry.

6.21. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
My Immortal - Evanescence

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

Patrick felt like he had been lying in this hospital room for years, not days. It was easy to loose track of time when there was nothing to do but lie there. He drew in a sharp breath, dropping his head back on the pillow as he blinked back tears that just seemed to keep trying to come. He let the breath out heavily again, trying to keep his composure as he turned his head on the pillow and watched his husband in the bed beside him. A twin ICU room, for those occasions where a married couple were both seriously ill. Patrick just found the notion morbid, even if he knew the Princeton Plainsboro ICU had a handful of rooms with more than one bed. He was grateful, though. At least he could now see Aiden with his own eyes, hear that monotonous beeping that was the assurance that his heart was at least still beating. The was too much space between them, though. Patrick couldn't touch him, hold his hand, kiss him. He could only just lie and watch, wait.

( Aiden's complexion was still that horrible pale grey colour. Patrick remembered it in Lachlan after he was shot... )


Word Count | 2,598

This is what happens when Mum tries to feed you squished peas and carrots.

Jesse Spencer (c/o spencerfans) @ #23.

I worship you. Once you've blown a pipe, you never go back.

LINK: Some days, in some surreal way, I'm grateful if happened, others, I wish I could rewind and nay decide to leave work late that night... and then there are the days I dinnae feel anything at all.

LINK: Lachlan didn't know whether agreeing to do a charity concert with the band was a good idea or not, really not liking the hints of stage fright he was starting to feel whenever it was brought up in conversation...

LINK: Lachlan couldn't help but scoop his baby son up into his arms and do a victory lap around the house singing We Are The Champions when the wee boy took his first steps just days after his first birthday.

4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck

Lachlan had a pounding headache. Little to no sleep the night before when he just couldn't switch his brain off made for feeling like utter crap when he woke up. He had gotten into a habit of taking Riley to see Tara at the hospital each morning. She might be in a coma, but he didn't want the connection between mother and son to disappear just because Tara wasn't conscious. Riley was usually content and well-behaved on the visits, happy to sit and suck on his Mum's finger or run the edge of her hospital sheets through his little fingers while he watched her face. Four weeks and still counting now that she had been in the coma. Lachlan's nerves were frayed. He was getting more and more scared she might not wake up. It didn't help that it was this week, either. Two years to the day almost since he got shot and he was in the ICU. Which is why it wasn't helping at all to have his baby son sitting on the side of Tara's bed making this high-pitched squealing sound at the top of his lungs like he had no intention of stopping. Lachlan's hands were braced around Riley's belly so he didn't fall off, and he blinked slowly, wishing the headache would let up so his head stopped feeling like it was about to explode and he could actually tolerate his son's attempt at finding his voice, albeit in probably the most irritating way possible.

( “Riley, son. Give Daddy a wee break. Please?” Lachlan moaned softly and wiped Riley's mouth as he dribbled with the enthusiastic squealing he was doing... )


Word Count | 1,307

LINK: After pointing to or picking up about everything in the room to try and decipher baby talk, all Lachlan could do was just sit in front of his giggling son, lips pressed together, and wonder what the hell "Bah-po" was supposed to be.

LINK: Nay matter how shite things are, there isnae any excuse nay to celebrate Christmas with your family.