Title: Fathers and Daughters
Rating: PG13
Author: MacGateFan
Disclaimers: Eureka and all related characters are property of the Sci-Fi Channel. The story idea belongs to me, though.
Author's Note: This is my first Eureka fic and I'm a bit hesitant to bring it into the world of fanfic here. I claim to know nothing about astrophysics or anything remotely related to any field of science. I only hope that I do this fandom justice.
I never thought I'd fit in here. I mean, everyone around is literally a rocket scientist. Dad said I would learn to love Eureka, and he was right. It looks like he's grown up since he was promoted to sheriff of this little town. I guess I should admit that I've grown up too. Eureka is filled with promises and surprises. God, are there ever surprises! This town would probably be Rodney McKay's dream! Yeah, so I watch Stargate Atlantis, sue me!

I had just finished getting ready for school when I heard a gunshot. My heart thumped in my chest. "SARAH, what happened?"

It made me a little nervous when she didn't respond. I had to find Dad first, though! I rushed out of my room towards his, but he wasn't there. I took a deep breath and headed to the stairs.

When I saw Dad lying at the bottom, hands clutching his side, it didn't even occur to me that whoever did this could still be there. I just wanted to be sure he was going to be all right "Dad!" I cried, running down the stairs. I knelt next to him and I saw his face was contorted in pain. "Daddy?"

"Zoë?" He gasped out.

"It's me, Daddy. What should I do?"

I didn't want to sound scared. I needed to be strong for him, but I didn't know what I could do to stop the blood from seeping between his fingers. "Leave, Zoë. There's something wrong with... with SARAH and I don't know who got in. Please, save yourself!"

Who's daughter did he think I was and did he really believe I was going to leave him to bleed to death?

"Sorry. I'm not going anywhere!" I said, reaching for the towel that was on the floor next to him. He must have just finished showering. I carefully moved his hands to put pressure on the wound. This is what they did in tv shows so I was thinking it was the right thing to do.

"Zoë!"

"Don't talk right now, Dad," I ordered, looking around for the phone. I could see it just beyond my reach on the end table. "I'm just going to move for one second to get the phone." He nodded in understanding as I got up and ran the few feet to the phone then ran back.

"Daddy, are you still with me?"

"Still am, Zoë."

I smiled at him. "Good," I replied, dialing 9-1-1.

When that was accomplished, I glanced back down at Dad. His face was deathly pale and the amount of blood on the floor and on my hands was not a pretty picture. He was awfully quiet and I could barely hear him breathing

"Daddy?" I asked nervously, hoping that he was just unconscious if he didn't answer me.

"Zoë?"

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "Just... just checking," I told him.

It felt like an eternity, but they finally arrived. I tried to explain to them what happened but everything seemed to take a tunnel-like effect and I could only watch as someone pulled me away from my Dad and held onto me tightly.

Whoever had me would not let go. Everything was spinning and all I wanted to do was hold my Dad. Before I could tell who was behind me to let go, I felt the world slip away...

"Zoë."

The voice sounded urgent, but I just couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. Why was I sleeping? Memories suddenly flashed through my mind. Oh my God!

"DAD! I cried, sitting up.

"Easy, Zoë."

"Allison?"

"It's me, honey."

"Where's Dad?" The look on her face scared me. "Where is he?" I asked again.

She took a deep breath. This couldn't be good because she's staring at the floor and not making eye contact. "He's in the OR. He's been in there for nearly an hour. Zoë, the doctor's aren't very optimistic."

I shook my head. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. My Dad was indestructible. No! I wasn't going to stand still while he died on an operating table! I jumped down from the bed. I would have fallen if Allison had caught me.

"This town is supposed to be smart," I told her. I realized I was being irrational, but I didn't care. The one man I've loved since I was born and the one who I will always love was fighting for his life and these idiotic doctors in Eureka couldn't save him.

Allison just nodded, wrapping her arms around me. As soon as she did, though, all the tears I had been holding in burst out. I felt like I was going to be sick. Today could be the last day I saw my Dad alive.

"Ms. Blake. The doctor will be in to talk to you shortly."

"Thank you, Anna," Alison replied.

As I calmed down and pulled away, Allison handed me a few tissues. We both took a deep breath when the doctor came in. He pulled up a chair and sat across from us. However, he would only look at Allison and that made me angry.

She didn't know Dad like I did! Just because I wasn't a doctor didn't mean I was incapable of understanding anything he had to say. I think Allison could sense my anger because she took my hand in hers and squeezed it as the doctor began.

"He's stable but critical right now. We were able to remove the bullet, which was lodged near his kidney. That's actually not what we're concerned about. He has a severe head injury and he's been completely unresponsive."

I stared at Allison in shock. Head injury? When and how did that happen? The look on her face told me that she had no idea about it either. I couldn't sit there anymore. "Can-can I see him?"

"Of course you can, Ms. Carter. I'll take you both there now."

"Thank you, Paul," Allison replied.

We followed the doctor silently down the hall. The only thing I kept thinking was would I ever be able to talk to my Dad again?