AN: OK, here is the story I promised you guys way back when I wrote my other stories. So please give me a break, this story is a little bit more medical then my usual stories, so I'm trying my best to make the treatments and stuff happening in here real, but I'm no doctor! So let's just say that whatever happens in here can happen in real life.This story takes place back when Babe and Jamie were together and Babe and JR hated each other. And in this story, Krystal is married to Adam to try and get Babe more time with her son, but it isn't working out too well just yet. OK, on with the story. –Danielle

Ch. 1

Accident

"God, he is so stupid!" Babe yelled, slamming a dish in the sink.

"Who is?" Jamie asked, tossing down his keys on the table.

Babe was busy washing dishes in the small little apartment over the garage she shared with Jamie. Jamie had just returned from working downstairs and was covered in oil and grease, and smelled of gasoline.

"JR... who else?" Babe said, while trying not to get water all over her clothes that she had to wear to work that night.

"What happened?" Jamie asked, taking his shirt off in the middle of the living room.

"You know, same old same old. He tells me I'm never going to see my son again and I tell him to go to hell." Babe finished the dishes and grabbed a towel to dry off her hands.

"This is why I told you not to talk to him. He gets you all worked up." Jamie walked up behind Babe and turned her around and started kissing her neck.

"Oh Jamie, as much as I like this, I really can't right now, I'm late for work."

Jamie pulled back and groaned, "Later?"

"I'm working extra late tonight, we need the money. Tomorrow?" Babe asked, hopeful.

"I've got a full day." Jamie said.

Babe sighed and rolled her eyes, "Well, I'll see you sometime in the next month or two."

Jamie chuckled, "Yeah."

"Bye honey." Babe kissed him and grabbed her things, and walked out of the apartment.

She shut the door a little harder then she needed to, still thinking about JR. God, he was such an ass. Why is he always calling her just to rub it in her face that he had their son while she only had visitation? At least Babe said a couple of things to JR that she knew would tick him off even more, making her feel at least a little better.

Babe got in her car and shut the door, heading towards the seedy old bar that was becoming like a second home to her because she was there so much. Also thanks to JR. He wouldn't even let her get a decent job anywhere else. He though serving beers in a bar to drunken men and women was a job fit for her, a... hmm, what did JR say, a slut? Yeah, that was it.

Babe, still fuming, sped towards the bar where she was already supposed to be.

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JR gripped the steering while so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He was incredibly pissed while driving down the highway. He had just got in a fight with Babe over the phone. Usually he enjoyed fighting with her and making her angry and upset, but today JR didn't like some of what she said.

When JR had called her and made his weekly comments about how Babe would never see her son again, Babe started talking about Dixie. She said that Dixie would be angry and disappointed in him that he had turned into a miniature Adam. And she said that JR always hurt the people that loved him, so he would die alone, with no one caring about him in the end.

That was when JR hung up. He didn't want to hear anything else Babe had to say. She had no right, no right at all to talk about his mother!

JR hit the steering wheel with his hands, and then reached for the flask of alcohol that was inside his coat. Lately JR had been drinking non-stop. At first it was just to dull the pain that he felt, and now his goal was to drink so much that he would pass out and be able to escape his world filled with problems.

JR's pain was caused by loneliness. Babe was right, JR would die alone. He was dying a little bit each day, and he was becoming more and more depressed and lost. JR didn't know how to stop; he was in a downward spiral. JR didn't even know if his son could help him.

JR polished off the rest of the alcohol in the flask, and then threw it onto the seat next to him.

JR didn't like feeling like this, he hated feeling out of control. He was on auto-pilot, and he was just along for the ride. This was not how a Chandler was supposed to feel. Total control over everything, 24/7. That was the rule Chandlers lived by. They had to control everything, even people's lives. And that was what JR was doing to Babe and Jamie. Controlling where they lived, where they worked, how they lived their lives.

JR kept putting more and more pressure on Jamie and Babe because that was one way he could stay in control.

JR shook his head, trying to clear his blurry vision. He didn't know if the cause of it was alcohol or tears.

"Mom, I wish you were here." JR said out loud.

JR squinted his eyes because two bright lights were aimed directly at him. Then JR's eyes opened wide as he realized what was happened.

"Oh god!" JR shouted, gripping the wheel and trying to get out of the semi's way.

The last thing JR heard was metal on metal, and then Dixie's voice.