The Academy

Fifty

Tinkerbell:

"Jace, wake up. Come on bud, it's not that bad. Jace!" I yell, trying to get him to wake up. He was shot in the side and Bobby Singer and me are trying to get the bleeding down. I slap him, hard, and he sits up with some pretty explicit language. "No, lay back down pumpkin. We are trying to fix this. I promise we're almost done," I tell him, keeping the pressure on his side. Bobby starts cleaning it so he can stitch it up and Jace loses consciousness again. "We need to get him to a hospital like now," Bobby says, scooping him up. I try to stand up but then remember the bullets in my left thigh and right shin. "I got you," Sam says, pulling me up into his arms which is a far ways away from the ground.

Some how we all fit in the Impala and the whole five minutes to the hospital I fight for consciousness. Jace needs you to be awake. "Tinkerbell," Dean roars from the front seat. He has been frantically glancing back at us ever since we got in the car.  "When we get there, it's Hayley Barakat," I mutter. "Okay, okay. I need you to stay awake," Sam says, urgently. I nod, but slip into unconsciousness.

"Hey, look who's awake," Jace says, from the hospital bed beside me. "We're not in heaven right?" I ask sleepily. "No, I believe heaven would have nicer food and free WiFi," Jace answers. "Thank god you are the same size as Bobby's wife. Your favorite pants were drenched in blood," Jace says. "Gross," I mutter, sitting up. "Yeah. You should've taken care of yourself first Tinkerbell. I could've held out. You were dying. I actually had to call your husband and your dad and tell them that I wasn't sure if you were going to survive surgery. The one bullet nearly missed an artery and removing it was putting you at high risk," Jace responds.

"Check your email, I've got data," I say, tossing my phone to Jace. He smiles as he starts typing. "You really love her don't you?" I ask when he hands my phone back. He nods, still smiling. "Hey baby, I'm okay don't worry, I'll be home soon," I say into Peter's voicemail. I hang up and call my dad. "Tinkerbell, oh my gosh. Hey sweetie," Dad says, sounding like he is crying. "I'm okay dad. No complications. I'm fine. I'll be home soon. Unfortunately that is all I can tell you so yeah," I say, feeling like I might cry because he is crying. "Heal up, get back on the field and come home alive," he says. "Was that commanding officer or dad?" I question. "A little bit of both. Pass the message along to Jace," Dad responds. "Tell I Jean I said hey. I love you, bye," I say.

"Dad wants us to heal up, get back on the field and come home alive," I tell Jace, reciting the words I've heard for two years. "Classic see you soon from officer in command," Jace sighs, knocking blonde curls out of his face. "How long have I been out?" I ask. "Two days. I'm gonna finish, you stay and heal up," Jace sighs, standing up and hand cuffing my wrist to the guard bars. "Jace, unlock it," I say, pulling on it. He walks out after pulling out my hair pin, stealing my lock pick and taking away my core. "Jace!" I scream as he walks down the hall with my magic in his hands.

My phone is on my right bed side table and that is the cuffed hand. I reach for it ,with an enormous amount of effort, I grab it. I toss my hair back and try to dial but hey, Jace took my battery. I start crying and lean back. This was my kill. Killian was my father and I was supposed to be the one to kick his ass. "You okay?" Sam asks from the door. "Oh my gosh, I could kiss you! Undo the cuffs," I gasp, sitting up straight. "I can't do that," Sam says, shaking his head. "Fine," I respond, shrugging my shoulders. I dislocate my wrist and slip out of the hand cuff. I pop it back into place and stand up.

"I don't think so," Sam sighs, handcuffing me to him. "My wife is going to love you," Sam says, sounding kind of excited. We take a four hour drive to his house and when we get there I really want to kill him. "She's upstairs with Bella, Kylie is out right now," Dean says from the bar stools. I take a seat and Sam un-cuffs me. Sam goes to get a cup and flour explodes over his face and arms. "Tessa!" He yells. "Is anybody hurt?" A woman asks from upstairs. "Unless you count flour to the face, no," he says back before chasing her up the stairs. "Can I use your phone?" I ask Dean. He points to it and I go over to it. "I swear to god Jace if you kill him with out letting me have the final go, I will never forgive you. Ever," I say to his voicemail and then I dial again.