The Show Must Go On (Jaythan)

I'm Sorry

I heard something.

Very faint.

Very slow.

I wasn't even sure if I had imagined it or not.

There it was again!

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

I lifted my head and looked at the pale boy in the hospital bed. I held my hand under his nose. The tickle of warm air was the best thing I had ever experienced.

"HE'S ALIVE!" I screamed, crying with joy now.

"That can't be right," the surgeon muttered. He checked Jay's pulse and shook his head. "It's not there. I'm sorry, Mr. Sykes."

I kicked and screamed as he pulled me away from Jay. "He's alive, dammit! He's breathing! Hook him back up to life support, you'll see!"

"Nathan," Siva said, sighing. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

"THAT MAN IS ALIVE!" I shouted.

"Fine. I'll hook him up and we'll show you he's dead," the surgeon said. He let me go and played with a few wires and tubes. When he was done, he looked up at the screen.

Beep. Beep. Beep beep. Beeeep. Beep.

Very slow. Very irregular.

But there.

I watched with satisfaction as the surgeon's eyes widened.

"We need a team in here, now!" he said frantically into a walkie talkie. "You boys, get out. We might be able to save him."

Max and Tom took hold of both my arms and dragged me out. I didn't protest. If it would save Jay, I would do it.

Four painstakingly long hours, it took.

Four hours of not knowing if he was alive or dead. I had hope. He came back once, he could do it again.

Finally, the surgeon came out for the second time today, this time smiling.

"You can see him, now," he said.

I ran past him and into the new room that they moved him to.

Jay was asleep. He was cleaned up now, and wasn't covered in blood. There was an ugly scar on his chest, but it saved his life. I watched his chest rise up and down slowly and steadily. His heart best a little bit slowly, but regularly.

I practically fell onto the chair by his bedside. I grasped his hand, which was feeling warmer.

"I'm sorry for giving up hope," the surgeon told me sheepishly. The boys nodded and chorused their agreements.

I smiled at them through my tears. "It's okay. If I weren't so crazy, I would have too."

I stroked Jay's cheek tenderly and laughed a little. "We can now tell people that Jay was legally dead for five minutes."

The boys laughed. "I'm sure the press will love this," Tom said, a hint of disgust in his voice.

"Nothing matters. It's all okay. Because Jay is alive." I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "My miracle."

{A/N Did I trick you with the title? I can't kill off Jay!! I'm not THAT mean!! I'm not Steven Moffat or anything. If you want a sob story, go read Alone on the Water or something okay? Cuz I'm not giving you character death. It's just cruel. However, it will be sad later on. History will repeat itself.. ;)

Thank you for reading, as ever! I'm going to continue this, I have a few tricks up my sleeve...nothing horrible though. You guys are awesome! Xx ~Pickles}