Nobody But You

A Thousand Deaths

Happy Finale Day Friends!

With all signs pointing to Surrera's reunion in S7, the Muse is happier than usual... So let's just go with it shall we? Thanks for reading, voting and sharing the love of this fictional couple with me. Xx – Ash!

"Hughes, I know. I don't write. I don't call. I'm so--" Robert joked as soon as he answered the phone.

He and Vic had developed a bond over the past year that he was fond of. Growing up an only child and losing touch with his family after the plane crash that took his parents meant he didn't have much experience with certain relationship dynamics. But he imagined this is what it would be like to have siblings or cousins.

"Sully," Vic interrupted. "It's Andy." She choked out the words.

Helmet tucked under her arm, standing next to the engine while the rest of the team continued to work on getting out the structure fire. Vic couldn't believe the call she was making.

Her tone and those two words struck fear in Robert immediately. His knees buckled and he found himself grabbing ahold of his desk to stay upright.

Barely able to speak. "Is she..." He questioned.

Vic responded quickly to fill in the gaps. "She's hurt, but alive. There was an explosion. It all..."

She was still at a loss herself about exactly what had happened and finding out that Andy was pregnant had been like getting hit by a mack truck. They were all shocked and bewildered. No one on the team seemed to have a clue, but Bishop and Warren which... was a feeling she'd deal with another day.

"The baby?" Robert asked.

It was automatic. The most natural place to go except he knew the woman on the phone hadn't been included in the very small circle they'd told about Andy's pregnancy. There were reasons and later it could be explained, but that wasn't something he'd concern himself with right now.

"I don't know, I'm sorry." Vic replied back honestly. "Warren and Bishop just took her to Grey Sloan. We're still on scene..."

"Was she conscious?" His voice was shallow.

Heart pounding, mind racing, Robert was trying to make a mental plan, but his normally calm demeanor was compromised. Andy and his baby were hurt. His family was in trouble and he wasn't there. He didn't know how bad. He didn't know what happened. He couldn't do anything.

"In and out," Vic said quietly.

"This can't be happening..." Robert murmured to himself. "Not again."

Moment by moment he tried to get his brain online so he could kick into gear, but fear and panic were quickly souring in his gut. Before he knew what hit him, Robert found himself making a break for the bathroom in his office to empty the contents of his stomach.

He dropped his phone to the counter next to the sink as his body contracted and released, hurling the minimal contents of his belly into the white porcelain toilet.

"Sully?" Vic questioned gently after she'd heard his retching stop.

She pulled the phone away from her ear, held her own breath and squeezed her eyes shut. This was killing them as Andy's family and they were there. Just minutes from the hospital. They'd wrap the call, take 19 out of service and sit vigil, but he was hours away.

She couldn't imagine how he must be feeling.

He must have been rinsing out his mouth, because she heard a steady stream of water. When it stopped, Vic called Robert's name again.

"Sully!" Vic raised her voice to get his attention. "I'm sorry, but..." Her voice was firm and determined. "You can be sad and scared later. Right now you need to focus. Your family needs you. So call Chief Dearborn and get your ass on the road."