Title: Finding yourself

Summary: Paramedics do everything at 60 mph: their jobs and their life. They spend their lives taking care of others, but who takes care of them? Can one paramedic save another or will their job take it's toll on them?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Saved. I do own Christine 'Chris' Morgan. But if she's real, my apologies, I don't own her. Please don't sue; I'm a poor high school girl.

A/N: I've only seen one episode of the show so far, so I'm basically making this up as I go along.


When I first moved to Portland, I thought it was because I wanted to be a paramedic. Sure, I had once had the chance to be a paramedic in Los Angeles, but much like every other twenty three year old, being away from your parents is a good thing. Being a paramedic may not have been my first choice of jobs, but I had never studied anything but medicine. In college, I majored in pre-med, then ended up going to Med school for two years, but dropped out, realizing that I was as miserable as both of my parents were. Growing up, moving away was my dream. I wanted to get as far away from the Morgan family as quickly as possible. Maybe Oregon isn't that far away, but when I first moved here, I thought it was. Life here was a little rocky at first, having gotten into poker and alcohol, but a girl that I had grown up with, saved my life: Angela De La Cruz was my age, but had skipped college and med school, and became a paramedic: She had been doing her job for over five years. As the year has gone by, and I've seen my fair share of different things, I've wondered why I didn't' just follow Angie's path and become a paramedic right away. Everyday, we see people on their worst days and we help them. We save lives everyday, and it's an incredible feeling to know that people are walking around because you saved them. Now, I've been in town for a year, and couldn't be any happier. For some reason, that's the first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning, besides the annoying honking on the street below. Looking over at the clock, I decide it's finally time to get ready, so I get out of bed, shower, and drive into work.

"So, you finally decided to get to work."

"Oh, come on, Lieu. You know you love me."

The short balding man chuckles for a moment, having known me for over twenty years. He had grown up with my mother, and they have remained friends ever since. I sit down at the ping-pong table with the other paramedics that are there: Angela, John 'Sack' Hallon, and the new guy, Harper Sims.

"Alright, everybody, there..."

Before Lieu can even get started, another paramedic comes running into room.

"Glad you could join us, Wyatt."

"So am I."

"As I was saying before Mr. Cole so kindly interrupted, the department thinks you're getting too attached to one another, and has ordered a partner mix-up."

A chorus of groans is heard between the paramedics. Most of us have been with the same partner since we joined up, so switching us around is something that nobody wants to hear.

"Sack, you are with Sims. Cruz, you finally get your own bus."

"Damn right."

"Morgan, sorry, but you get Cole."

Wyatt looks over at me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I can't help but smile back as he begins his crazy antics.

"Hi partner."


"You ready to go?"

"Always am."

"Finally! A woman paramedic who is actually excited about getting to work everyday. I'm thinking I'm going to like this."

I give Angie the look of 'save me' as Wyatt and I walk out to the ambulance. He gets into the drivers seat, as I get into the passengers side. I'm hoping that today goes off without a hitch, but with a crazy partner like the one I ended up with, that is going to be a little more difficult than planned. I had never been partnered with Wyatt, but from the stories I've heard from different paramedics, he's a great paramedic, but a crazy ass guy away from work. Sack, who had been his former partner, told me that as long as I had a sense of humor that I would get along with Wyatt just fine. Unfortunately, my hectic work schedule has never allowed me much time to get to know anybody. Anytime I was given the chance I would work double shifts, for the extra money. I might see him passing somewhere, but I never stopped to talk. Maybe this is a sign from above, or maybe it's just a sign that I need to take a day off and do nothing but sleep.

"So, what brings you to Portland?"

"Getting away from my parents is probably the biggest part. They're both private doctors with their own practices down in L.A., and as far as they're concerned, being a doctor is the only thing that matters."

"My parents are doctors, too."

"Really? Where?"

"They're these private doctors back east. I moved here when I was twenty one; haven't looked back since."

"That's the only way to live, not looking back, but looking forward."


Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.