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Sunday, February 26, 2:10 a.m., Mt. Sinai Hospital, New York City

"Gordon, I swear if you don't stop pacin' child, you'll wear a hole in the carpet!" Emily had watched him pace for the last 20 minutes and was losing patience with her fourth grandson.

"I can't Grandma, sorry, but I just can't sit still. Not while Dad's in there again," he said, meaning the OR.

Grandma gave in this time, seeing her own worries mirrored on Gordon's face.

Lord, please let my son live. I know I've asked a lot for my son and grandsons over the years, and I may have used up my allowances with you, but, Lord, one more time, for my grandsons and my son's new family. I'm not asking for myself, but for them. Please don't take him away like this.

Emily sent up her silent prayer while Gordon continued to fret and pace.

Dianne sipped the bitter coffee that the nurses provided. I swear, part of our donation will be for a decent coffee service for these people! she thought, trying to divert her thoughts from where her heart was. Scott was hanging around the nurses' station, hoping to find out any news. The nurses there were taken with the handsome Tracy son, his good looks and his famous name made more than one of them wish they could catch his eye. But the ICU supervisor put the kibosh on any budding attempts by reminding her colleagues that this was a patient's son and he would be in no mood for flirting.

So it was that Scott was the first one to see the surgeon come out from the operating theaters and lead a parade of nurses and interns surrounding a bed, a bed piled high with equipment and surrounded by a forest of IV poles but holding a person, a living person, his breathing aided by a ventilator but his heart beating. Scott hurried to Dianne's side.

"Mom, they're coming! They're bringing him back!" He beat the rolling bed by a few moments. Dianne stood aside as the nurses hooked Jeff up to monitors and more monitors. But as soon as the number of nurses thinned out, she rushed to his side.

"Dr. Tracy. I am so sorry. There was a small puncture in his lung, on the underside. The IR people catalogued it. But we... I... missed it," the surgeon said softly. "It's a good thing you were here. Your quick actions...."

Dianne cut him off. "Ah am aware of my actions and their consequences, Doctor. Now, please, leave us alone before Ah let mah temper get th' bettah of me." The doctor looked at Scott, who stood impassively, then turned on his heel and left.

"You were hard on him, Mom," Scott said, moving behind her so he could better see his father.

"Ah know, son. But damn it! I gave him enough clues! He should have gone back over the notes more thoroughly!" Dianne said angrily. She glanced up at her oldest stepson. "You'd best go tell your brother and Emily. Mebbe let one of them come back for a few minutes."

"FAB, Doc," Scott said, squeezing her shoulder and getting a slight smile for his troubles.

Gordon stopped pacing, but only because Scott had walked through the door. Two sets of eager eyes bore down on Scott.

"Dad's back in his room; looks like the got the puncture fixed just in time."

"Oh, thank heavens!" Emily was on her feet hugging both her grandsons and sending another silent prayer--of thanks.

"Mom said that one of you could go and see him for a few minutes."

Gordon hesitated, looking at his Grandmother. She understood.

"Go, go son, I'll be along in a while."

Gordon hugged her again and went to see his father.

"How's Dianne, Scott?"

"Mom's angry that they missed this. I am, too, for that matter."

"Well, they found it, an' fixed it, and that's all I'm worried about right now. Your father is a stubborn man, Scott Tracy; this won't beat him. You'll see. I didn't raise Grant's son to just up and leave me and you boys like this!" And with that she sat back down. Scott looked lovingly at this amazing woman. She'd outlive them all, of that he was sure.

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"Mom?" Gordon asked gingerly as he entered his father's room.

"Gordon!" Dianne embraced him as they stood by Jeff's side. Gordon looked down at his father and tears welled in his eyes. He'd never seen his father so helpless, so vulnerable.

"You're gonna make it, Dad." Gordon squeezed Jeff's hand and then leaned closer to softly whisper, "I love you, Dad," in his father's ear. Then he stood and turned to Dianne, tears reflected in her eyes, too.

"I'll go get Grandma now."

Dianne nodded her agreement. "He loves you too, Gordon." she said gently. Now it was Gordon's turn to just nod, before closing the door after him.

Gordon headed slowly back to the VIP waiting room, hands in his pockets, thoughts on his father. So it was that he didn't see the blonde woman who pulled up beside him. She saw him, however.

"Gordon?"

Startled, Gordon looked up, and then smiled slightly. "Lady Penelope! It's good to see you."

"I came as soon as I heard. How is he?"

"It's been a near thing, Lady P. I've got to get my grandma and let her go back to see him. Come along; Scott can tell you more."

The IR agent nodded and followed the ginger-haired Tracy son. They entered the VIP waiting area where Scott and Emily waited.

"Grandma, you can go back now," Gordon said. The tiny woman embraced her grandson, then the blonde who followed him in.

"It's good to see you, Penelope. I'm sure that Jeff will be glad of your support. Now, please point me in the direction of my son's room?"

Scott smiled slightly and directed his grandmother to Jeff's room at ICU. After she left, Penelope said, "Now, tell me everything, from beginning to end."

Post by FrankieCTB2 and Tikatu on 04/07/2004

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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