WHEN A HOUSE IS MERELY A PRISON

DISCLAIMER

In A Heartbeat belongs to Disney. This is a Jamie abuse fic. What can I say? I have a penchant for torturing my favorite characters. I started this because I needed a break from my HG fic "Our Common Bond".

CHAPTER ONE: FEELING OF FREEDOM

Jamie Waite would never admit it, but he loved going out on calls. It was the only time he ever felt free. Oh, he didn't think it was great that people got hurt, but it took his mind off of his own problems at home.

"Jamie, hand me a unit," Tyler Connell requested. Jamie did as he was requested. Val Lanier read off the vitals as Hank Beecham handed her and the others the needed instruments. After they got done with their first call, they had numerous more incidents. Finally, they all convened back at headquarters.

"Dang, you guys look beat," Val's younger sister Brooke said. Their only answer was a collective groan as they collapsed onto the couches. Jamie sat down, but then grimaced in pain.

"You okay?" Hank questioned, catching the action. Tyler, Val, and Brooke looked to their friend.

"Yeah," Jamie answered, shifting in his seat.

"You sure?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah. This chair's just a killer," Jamie responded. The others let the subject drop and began to talk. Jamie closed his eyes and listened to his friends' chatter. This was what he looked forward to when they hung out. This was the feeling of freedom.