DISCLAIMER: I do not own 21 Jump Street, I wish I did but no, Santa failed to deliver yet again. I bought a few scarves today though.

Ok, so I'm sorry I took forever and a day to post this little bit of nothing really, I'm still not happy with it but I figure if I at least get this out then I can focus on more pressing matters ahead, such as dearest darling Tommy.

Doug watched in horror as the Rescue Squad cut through the remains of Hanson's beloved Mustang, their shouts and cries falling upon deaf ears. All that mattered at the moment was Tom.

Doug turned his attention to the man attempting to remove the door. The man paused and looked back at his squad leader, "It's close boss, but I still need a couple of minutes!" He turned back to the Mustang, as he worked he smelt smoke. He glanced at the bonnet and saw smoke beginning to pour from beneath the crumpled metal. "Boss…"

"Get out of there! Leave him, you haven't got time!"

Doug sprang to his feet, "No!" he screamed as Hanson's car exploded in a ball of flames.

Doug awoke with tears in his eyes and his chest heaving. His eyes took in his surroundings, he was in the same chair he had been occupying for six weeks now. Tom was still there, he was ok. Doug took Tom's hand in his own and sighed, "Come on bro, it's time to go home now."

It had been six weeks since the accident, Doctor Stevens had told Doug most coma's last between 2-5 weeks, much longer than that and it could be considered critical. Dough was scared, he didn't want to make the decision he knew was coming. No one did.

Everyone visited Tom every day. Judy's eyes filled with tears every time she thought about Hanson, and like clockwork, 30 minutes after every visit she would cry. Never in front of Tom though, he needed them to be strong. She had almost lost Harry not all that long ago and now she could loose Hanson. There was danger in being a cop, they all knew that, but Hanson was just driving home when he was hit by a stolen car. "It's not fair", she had sobbed into Doug's shoulder on the night of the accident.

Harry had done what the team had done for him and had automatically started decorating the room. He went to Hanson's apartment and bought back his saxophone, guitar and sheet music. He also collected photos of Tom and the gang and stuck them up above the bed head. Ioki included his own poster of Bruce Lee in the decorations. He visited every day after work.

Fuller looked the most composed but he was dealing with it the hardest. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He made Hanson and Penhall work late that night, if he had just let the paperwork wait till morning… He visited every morning before work and every night after. Fuller had also been the one to inform Tom's mum about his condition.

Mrs Hanson hadn't been handling it well at all. She hated seeing Tom like that, so small, so pale. It hurt too much. She was thankful for Doug, he called her every day to check on her and give her any updates on Tom's condition. He called every day, without fail, even if it was to tell her "he's not any worse."

Hanson had also been receiving visits from kids at school, they had been introduced to Tom's brother Doug, Doug's girlfriend Judy, Judy's father Adam and Tom's dealer Harry. Doug insisted on keeping Tom's cover in tact, Hanson would want to finish his case.

"Doug…" Doug was roused from his thoughts by Doctor Stevens, "As you know by this stage we have to class this as critical, the chances of Tom making a full recovery are slim and every day the chance of brain damage increases. People have been known to make full recoveries after being in comas for years, but for every success there are three cases of someone not being so lucky. Mr Penhall, we need a decision. I'm sorry about your friend, let me know when you have reached a decision." Doctor Stevens explained before giving Doug a sad smile and leaving the room.

Doug looked at Tom's pale face. Hanson was his best friend, the brother Joey never was. He was bright and intelligent, he had so much to offer. He deserved a full life, not one dependant on a machine, unable to move around, breath on his own or even (and Doug hated to admit it) enjoy bowling. Yes, Tom deserved a full, amazing life, and yes Tom wouldn't want to live through a machine…. But Doug wasn't ready to let him go yet. He needed his brother.

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