Angel's Son
By Maureen

Disclaimer: the song is by Strait Up Featuring Lajon of Sevendust, the characters you recognize are Disney's and the characters you don't are mine. No profit being made.



"Don't push, Catie, don't push!" Jamie told his friend, clutching her hand within his own. She was doing her best to crush his hand and Jamie briefly wondered if anybody had ever had a broken hand because of labor.

"Damn you, I'm gonna push you!" Catie screamed out, not caring how much she hurt her best friend. Not that Jamie was complaining, vocally at least.

"She's almost fully dilated," Val said, wondering what divine act of providence forced their EMT team to be the first response team when the call came in that Catie was in labor. Out of respect for Catie, Val had assumed the duties of the midwife with Jamie assisting. Hank and Tyler were also on hand helping, but unable to do much. There was no time to get her to the hospital.

"I am gonna take his wormy little head and shove it up his ass!" Catie screamed as another contraction over came her. The person she was referring to was Billy, her ex-boyfriend.

"It's okay," Jamie murmured, wiping her forehead with a cool cloth. "I'm here."

"Catie?" Val asked, "Next contraction, I want you to push, okay?"

"Uh-huh," Catie replied, welcoming the brief painless moments before the next contraction hit.

Life is changing
I can't go on without you
Rearranging, I will be strong
I'll stand by you

Seven months ago:

"Hey, Catie, what's up?" Jamie asked. Catie had called him earlier that morning, waking him from a very restful sleep. Catie wasn't a morning person so for her to be calling him at 8am on a Saturday meant something important was going on.

Catie didn't reply from where she sat in the middle of her unmade bed, her knees drawn up to her chin. When she looked at him he could see her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Hey, Catie, talk to me." Jamie whispered to his best friend, joining her on the bed and enveloping her in a massive hug. She shuddered and began to cry anew, any words she was trying to say coming out as muffled sobs from where she baptized his shirt with her tears.

After she had no more tears left to cry she handed Jamie what he thought was a thermometer from her bedside table. He took it from her and looked at it quizzically. It wasn't a thermometer, but he wasn't sure what it was. There were two little boxes in it with two matching blue lines. His eyes widened, as he understood.

"Your --?" he didn't even finish his sentence, not wanting to say the word.

Catie nodded numbly, sniffling. "Positive."

"How?" Jamie asked, kicking himself mentally when he realized how that question would be interpreted. "I mean, 'how far along'?" he clarified, knowing all about the birds and the bees.

"At least two months. I spotted a couple months ago and then nothing. I should have had another period last week and when I didn't I bought the test, but I didn't have the guts to use it until this morning."

"Billy's?" Jamie asked, trying to assimilate what had happened. He knew that they had only had sex once, maybe twice, but it only took one time.

Catie nodded, suddenly intent on her hands.

Jamie hugged her, stroking her hair and back while she just sat in his embrace, numb.

You were fighting, everyday
So hard to hide the pain
I know you never said goodbye
I have so much left to say


"You're almost there, sweetie," Val said as another contraction hit. "You're crowning!"

"Ahhhh!" Catie screamed, the pain overwhelming her. She squeezed on Jamie's hand as hard as she could, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming himself. Best friend or not, EMT or not, this was above and beyond the call of duty!

"Shit!" Jamie screamed as he heard a sickening crack. Catie instantly let go of his hand, and Jamie scooted away from her. Tyler was instantly by her side, wiping the sweat out from her eyes while Hank took a look at Jamie's hand.

"Sorry," Catie muttered, not sounding sorry at all, after the contraction had passed.

One last song given to an angel's son
As soon as you were gone

Five Months Ago:

"Jamie?" Catie said, once the phone had been picked up.

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering why all the important calls came early on Saturday mornings.

"I told my mom."

"Shit." Jamie commented, knowing how high strung her mother tended to be. "What happened?"

"Can I live with you? I'd ask Val but she doesn't know and they don't have room for me."

"I'm sorry. Yeah. Want me to come over and help you pack?"

"Don't you need to ask your parents?"

"My mom's almost never home and she won't mind once she knows why. We don't have a guest room but you can use Peter's bed." He neglected to mention that Peter's bed was in his room.

"Thanks, Jamie. Can you come now?"

"Sure." Jamie rolled out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and jeans, not bothering to shower or shave. He quickly ran his hand through his unkempt hair before putting on his converse shoes.

He was at her house, in his mother's SUV, thirty minutes later. He had scribbled a quick note to his mom, since she was still asleep and left. Catie was waiting for him on the front steps. She had changed out of her pajamas but was wearing no make up or jewelry and her hair was pulled back in a simply ponytail.

"Thanks," she said simply, when he had joined her at the door.

"That bad inside?" he asked.

"Worse." She sighed, "They wanted to know why I refused to get an abortion."

"Ouch." Jamie replied. Anyone who knew anything about Caitlin Roth knew that even suggesting that she get an abortion was risking their health. She was pro-choice, but refused to have one herself and Jamie knew enough to not even mention it.


"We're going to share a room?" Catie asked, never realizing that the second bed in Jamie's room was Peter's old bed.

"Well, do you have any other ideas?" Jamie retorted. After they had moved her things in, only a few clothes and some personal effects, Jamie had immediately began to make room for her in his dresser and in the bathroom. Sharing with Peter hadn't been very fun and he figured sharing with a girl would be even worse, but she needed him and that was that.

"Fine!" she shot back, shoving her clothes into the available drawers. Suddenly she stopped and sat down on Jamie's bed, her shoulders shaking. Jamie wasn't sure if she was crying or laughing, he moved to comfort her deciding she must be crying.

"You okay?" Jamie asked softly, wishing he could take the sting out of his previous comment.

"Isn't this ironic?" she asked with a laugh, "We're best friends and sharing a room. If people found out they'd think you were the father!"

Jamie began to laugh too, understanding her train of thought. "You do need to tell Val though," he said, sobering up.

"Shit. Can you call her?"

He sighed, not sure if this was the best thing or not. He picked up the phone and dialed the number pinned above his desk. When the phone picked up he said, "Val?"

"Yeah? Jamie?"

"Yeah. Hey, Catie asked me to call you. She's moved."

"Moved? Where? Why didn't she tell me?"

"She's sitting right here, too scared to tell you herself." Jamie shot a wicked grin at Catie's glare. "She's living at my house now...she's pregnant."

"What!?" Val screeched. Jamie held the phone away from his ear, wishing girls in general didn't screech so much.

I have a knew life now
She lives through you, what can I do
I feel so alone now
I'll pray for you, we still love you


"She broke your hand, man," Hank told Jamie, as he examined his hand. Jamie was wincing in pain, trying hard not to move it. "Can you wait until the labor's over or do you want us to take you now and send for another ambulance for her?"
Normally, Hank wouldn't have even asked, sending Jamie to the hospital first; however, he knew how close the younger EMT was to Catie and also that as long as he could stand the pain, waiting another hour or so really wouldn't do more damage.

"We'll wait." Jamie replied, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. "But do you have anything for the pain?"

"If I give you anything, I'm taking you off duty."

"Fine!" Jamie hissed, not caring about being on meds on duty or not.

"Then here." Hank handed him a tiny pill. "It's valium. You'll be aware of what's going on, but it will make you very happy. If I give you any more, you're going to be higher than a kite."

"Thanks, man," Jamie replied, swallowing the pill dry. Within minutes he realized that while moving his hand was a definate no-no, although Hank was immobilizing it, life was definitely fun.


"C'mon, Catie," Tyler coached, "push!"

"I always hated you perky preppy perfect people!" Catie grunted out as she pushed. Val and Tyler didn't take any offense as she continued her diatribe on exactly why she hated them, her top reason being that they were in labor right then. "Jamiiiiiie!" she screeched as she pushed once again.

"I'm back," Jamie said, stroking her hair with his good hand. "Sorry, minor medical emergency."

"Keep going Catie, you can do it!" Val cheered her friend on. "I have the head!"

One last song given to an angel's son
As soon as you were gone

Two Months ago:

"Gods, I hate everything," Catie cried, lowering herself carefully onto the sofa at the EMS station. She had become a fixture there since she had moved in with Jamie, often helping with inventory or the computers. Jamie just picked her feet up and began to massage them, as that was usually why she complained so much.

"You'd think the two of you were married the way you act around each other," Tyler commented. He earned a pillow thrown at him from Catie who immediately demanded it back to support her back.

"If you lived with her, you'd act like you were married too! All the time it's 'Jamie rub my feet', 'Jamie will you get me this', 'Jamie I'm hungry'!" Jamie replied, good-naturedly. He hated Billy and was hopelessly devoted to Catie Roth. If he could move earth and sky for her, he would try.

"Well, you never do anything I ask!" Catie retorted, knowing it was an outright lie. So did everyone else at the station. She put her hands on her expanding stomach, feeling the life growing inside her.

"So, decide on any names yet?" Val asked. Catie had steadfastly refused to reveal the names she had picked before the baby was born and Val was going crazy wondering.

"Yes," Catie replied. Val perked up in anticipation, "If it's a boy I'm naming him I'm-not-telling!"

Jamie began sputtering with laughter as Val's hopeful expression withered. "She said she wasn't telling, Val."

"Will you tell?" Val asked, figuring that he would know.

"No way!" he exclaimed, "I have to live with her! I never want to incur the wrath of Catie!"

"You better believe it!" Catie agreed, brandishing her fist above her head. Unfortunately the effect was ruined when Jamie tickled the soles of her feet.


With a final push, Val was holding a squalling baby boy in her arms.

"I'm not pushing again!" Catie pronounced weakly.

"You don't have to," Val told her, "It's a boy."

"Wooo! Go Catie!" Jamie cheered, hugging her awkwardly.

"Now, what's the name?" Val asked, cleaning the newborn up.

"Calien James Roth," Catie said, allowing Hank and Tyler to lift her gently onto the stretcher. Val handed her the tiny infant wrapped in a white blanket.

"Come on, we need to get both of you to the hospital." Hank announced, firmly shutting the ambulance doors. Val was riding in the back with Jamie and Catie.


Two hours later, Catie laid in the hospital bed sleeping peacefully with Calien down the hall in the nursery. Jamie sat next to her, his hand wrapped from wrist to finger tips in a black cast.

"Did I do that?" Catie asked, sleepily, waking up and seeing Jamie's hand.

"Yeah," he replied. "You've got quite the grip."


"No you're not." Jamie's eyes sparkled as he called her on her fib.

"I wish it had been Billy's hand."

"Yeah, I know. It's cool."

"Jamie?" Catie asked, "I love you."

"I love you too Catie," Jamie whispered, kissing her lightly on the forehead, but his words fell on deaf ears. She was asleep once again.