Author's Notes: This has not been betaed.

I'm not quite sure how this happened but I was watching Legally Blonde The Musical, found some fanfic and the next thing I know my normal muse has disappeared to be replaced by one that's pink and fluffy.

Enjoy.

Emmett was furious.

He'd never felt as angry as he did at this moment staring at the closed door in front of him where the woman he adored had just disappeared through looking completely broken.

"Elle," he tried once more, "Please open the door. Let me help."

Silence answered him with only the slight hitch of a sob let him know she was still there.

"Don't do anything until tomorrow," he sighed, "I promise we'll find a way to fix this."

Grimacing when he still received no reply Emmett left the dorms, his intention was to go home and calmly think over a plan to help but somehow he ended up at the office.

"Emmett?" Callahan's voice came from behind him, "Are you here this late for a reason?"

He knew he should just leave, not say anything until Elle was ready, but the memory of her tearstained face and defeated eyes swimming through his mind meant Emmett saw red.

"I know what happened with Elle," Emmett snapped.

Callahan's expression didn't change, "I don't know what you mean."

"You kissed her," Emmett's hand fisted as he tried to keep his temper.

Callahan shrugged, "I've no idea what she told you but my memory of this evening is Miss Woods making sexual advances towards me and when I rebuffed her, she quit."

"You're lying."

The slow smile that covered the older man's face chilled Emmett, "Prove it. It's her word against mine."

Before Emmett could answer, Callahan continued, "I will also remind you that she suddenly became one of the students with top marks when you began spending a great deal of time in her room."

"What..."

"It shows how quickly she moves on," Callahan said to him, "Go home, Emmett. We have a case to win tomorrow."

Frozen on the spot at the callousness of the man he had looked up to, who he wanted to impress, Emmett could only watch Callahan walk to his car.

"I've heard all the rumours," Emmett found his voice suddenly, "And I will find every one of those women. You won't get away with this again."

Turning he started away, heading home to think of a way to ensure Elle didn't leave. Screeching tyres came from behind him and Emmett glanced back, instinctively jumping seeing a car coming directly towards him. Emmett felt his arm break when he slammed into the bonnet of the car, pain shooting through every part of his body when he hit other parts of the car before the ground. He rolled several times before coming to a stop against the wall of the building.

A shadow crossed his face but Emmett couldn't work out who it was. He felt hands pull back his jacket taking his wallet while a voice said something to him but it sounded like it was coming from under the water. Suddenly whoever it was disappeared leaving Emmett alone.

Emmett knew he had to move, to get to his phone and call for help but he couldn't. The world darkened before everything went black.

x

Vivian paced.

She'd arrived at the courthouse first, mostly because she hadn't been able to sleep but also in the hope that Emmett would appear early so she could talk to him. Vivian wasn't stupid, she knew it was guilt that had kept her awake after witnessing Callahan's attack on Elle. She knew she should have said something to the other woman, should have helped or even comforted the other woman but faced with the look in the blonde's eyes Vivian had found herself lost for words.

Enid arrived next heading into the court room to set up for them. Warner arrived soon after, kissed her hello before asking something.

"What?"

"I said, do you want some coffee?" he frowned that she hadn't been paying any attention to him.

"No," Vivian replied, "But you'd better get Callahan some."

He nodded and headed away.

"Where is everyone?" Callahan appeared suddenly.

Vivian forced herself into her cool professional demeanour, "Warner is getting coffee, Enid is already inside but neither Elle nor Emmett are here yet."

"Miss Woods won't be joining us," Callahan stated sharply, "Find out where Forrest is."

Without another word he headed into the court room leaving her standing.

"Go," she told Warner when he walked over to her, "I've to find Emmett."

Pulling out her phone Vivian dialled the lawyer hoping he was just running late. It would be that or he would hopefully be with Elle. Vivian could see, even if no one else seemed to, just how close the two of them had become.

"Come on," she breathed as the other phone rang, "Come on."

"Hello?" a woman answered suddenly.

Confused Vivian quickly checked the number before asking, "This is Vivian Kensington, I'm looking for Emmett Forrest?"

"I'm Diane Munro," the woman said, "I'm a nurse at Boston General Hospital."

"Is Emmett alright?" Vivian felt cold grip her heart.

"I'm afraid not," the nurse replied, "We don't have an ID for your friend, you said his name is Emmett?"

"Emmett Forrest," Vivian stated forcing her voice to remain steady, "Please tell me what happened?"

The small hesitation didn't help make her feel any better before the nurse came on again, "Mr Forrest was the victim of a hit and run last night. He's currently in intensive care."

"Oh my God," Vivian breathed, "Someone will be there soon to be with him."

Hanging up Vivian reached out and held onto the wall for a moment trying to process what was happening. Taking a deep breath she walked into the courtroom and straight to Callahan.

"Well, where is he?" the lawyer demanded impatiently.

"Emmett's in hospital," Vivian told them, "It was a hit and run."

Shock covered all the faces in front of her.

"Is he alright?" Brooke asked.

Vivian shook her head, "I don't know. Professor, I would like to go to the hospital and...they have his phone but no other ID so I want to make sure it is him."

Callahan nodded, "Go."

Heading out quickly Vivian knew she had to make one stop before going to the hospital.

Elle sat in the centre of her room, trying to pack her stuff away so she could catch her flight home tomorrow morning but she was finding it hard to. She knew she had to leave but Elle loved it here, she was really beginning to love the law and she loved Emmett.

A soft gasp escaped her lips at the full realisation of that thought.

She loved Emmett.

He had appeared from nowhere into her life, taken control of her studies and become the one person she wanted to talk to every day. Needing to talk to him now she realised how she felt, Elle checked the clock and sighed. He would be in court just now being the brilliant lawyer he was.

Someone knocked on her door and Elle frowned. She didn't want to see anyone other than Emmett, not after what had happened, but whoever was there was persistent.

"Vivian?" Elle asked confused finding the other intern standing there.

"Elle," Vivian said before hesitating.

Shaking her head Elle was about to shut the door, "I have things to do so I can catch my flight..."

"Emmett's in the hospital," Vivian cut her off, "He was hit by a car last night."

The air in the room suddenly disappeared and Elle gasped, Vivian sat her on the bed pushing her head between her legs.

"Breathe," the other woman rubbed a circle on her back, "That's it."

"Is he..." Elle tried to ask a question but couldn't.

Vivian sighed, "I don't know. I'm heading to the hospital now. I thought you would want to be there too."

Elle nodded and glanced around to find a jacket to wear finding Emmett's sweatshirt, the one he had given her on the night he'd found her crying on a bench wearing that stupid bunny outfit, hanging on the back of her door. Despite telling her he wanted it back he never took it. On occasion he would wear it while they were working if he was cold but would always hang it back up meaning it still smelled faintly of the budget shower gel he used. Grabbing it Elle picked up her bag and followed Vivian out to the car.

x

"I'm sorry," Vivian spoke up suddenly as they started onto the freeway, "About what happened with Callahan. I should have said so last night."

Elle glanced over at her, "Thank you."

"He's wrong," she continued, "You deserve to be here. You're going to be a brilliant lawyer and you earned your spot."

Elle wrapped the large sweatshirt around her, "It doesn't matter just now."

Vivian stopped talking and focussed on driving. She glanced to the side every so often watching Elle rub her cheek against the sleeve of the sweatshirt she was wearing. Finally they reached the hospital, amazingly finding a parking space easily before they navigated their way to intensive care. Vivian felt relief slide through her when she spotted the name tag on the red-head standing at the reception.

"Nurse Munro," she said reaching the nurse, "I'm Vivian Kensington. We spoke earlier about Emmett Forrest."

"Of course," the nurse smiled kindly at them.

Vivian motioned to her side, "This is Elle Woods," she introduced before adding, "His girlfriend." Feeling Elle's surprised eyes on her Vivian continued, "Can you tell us how he is?"

"Wait here and I'll get the doctor," Munro told them.

Once the nurse left them alone Elle turned to her, "Why did you tell her I was...that we were..."

"Just friends might not get us information on how he is," Vivian cut her off, "We need a closer connection."

Before Elle could reply another woman appeared, slightly taller than Vivian she looked stern but had kind eyes.

"I'm Dr Allen. Let's take a seat," she drew them to the small couches at the side of the reception and waited until they were all seated, "Emmett was very lucky he was found when he was. He had internal bleeding which we have managed to get under control. His right arm is broken as is his left leg. I also want you to be prepared for how bad he looks," she paused and Vivian grabbed Elle's hand sensing something was still to come, "Unfortunately he hasn't regained consciousness yet and if he doesn't soon we fear he never will."

Vivian felt Elle's nails dig into her hand at this and asked, "Can she see him?"

x

Elle took small slow steps towards the room Emmett lay drawing the sweatshirt around her tighter. Vivian was calling the others to let them know what had happened.

Stepping into the room she gasped when she saw him on the bed completely still. His normally pale face was even paler, covered in large red welts and dark bruises.

Reaching the side of the bed Elle slid her hand into his uninjured one pulling it up and pressing her cheek against it.

"I'm here," Elle whispered, "Please don't leave me."

Finding a seat Elle pulled it closer with her foot and sat, never letting go of his hand thinking back to every moment she'd spent with him wondering why she'd never seen him properly before now.

He'd been her best friend, her tutor, her confidant and she didn't want to imagine what her life would be without him in it every day.

"Come back to me," she breathed, "Please, come back."

Vivian stood on one side of the reception waiting for Enid to answer the phone watching Elle hold Emmett's hand. She'd known Emmet was spending a lot of time with Elle; they lived in the same dorm building so she saw him there a lot. Warner made a comment one night on seeing Emmett enter Elle's room about how 'Marilyn' would find a way to get through the course.

At first she assumed Warner was right and her opinion of Emmett plummeted. Until a few nights later she was passing and overheard Emmett quizzing Elle on the past few lectures they'd had. From the conversation this was not Elle using the TA to get better marks by sleeping with him, she was however being tutored by him and from the sound of things Emmett was not letting her slack off.

It was a few weeks ago though that Vivian saw just how close the two had become during a late night session working on the case.

x

Emmett had handed them each some files to go through and all that could be heard from the room was paper turning along with the squeak of highlighting pens. A soft tapping made Vivian glance up and she saw Emmett absently tapping his fingers on the table. Vivian saw Elle look up and watch Emmett for several minutes.

"Okay," Elle announced suddenly, "I think we all need something to eat. Does everyone want Chinese?"

Everyone nodded and Vivian watched Elle rest her hand on Emmett's shoulder.

"Your usual?" Elle asked, smiling when he nodded, "Who else?"

Warner leaned back in his chair, "I'll have my usual too."

Elle grimaced for a moment in thought, "Oh, sure. Enid? Vivian?"

"I'll come with you," Enid volunteered, "Vivian, you want to share?"

Nodding she watched Elle and Emmett have a quiet conversation wondering what they were discussing before Elle rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

"I know the sign when you need to eat," Elle said to Emmett just loud enough that Vivian overheard.

They returned to work while Enid and Elle fetched their dinner, a sigh of relief coming from all three when the duo arrived back with food as they all suddenly realised how hungry they were.

Vivian watched Elle pass out food, she actually got Warner's order wrong only slightly but it was still wrong. As she started to eat Vivian watched Emmett spoon food out onto a plate for Elle, removing the onions back to his own plate while she opened them both drinks. It was a dance they did without thinking.

Despite Warner's grumbling about getting lemon chicken and not orange Vivian couldn't help but smile knowing Elle was not going to be an issue in their relationship much longer.

x

"Miss Kensington?"

Vivian looked up from her phone finding a policeman standing there, "Yes?"

"We're trying to find out what happened to Mr Forrest," he explained, "Can we ask you some questions?"

Vivian nodded, "Of course. I might not be the best person to speak to though. I saw him last night when he left the office around seven."

"And as far as you know there is no one who would want to hurt him?"

"Emmett?" Vivian actually laughed, "No. He is one of the nicest people I know. A great lawyer but a nice guy."

The officer nodded, "Alright. Do you know if he has any next of kin we should contact."
Vivian frowned thinking back, "I think he only has his mother. I don't know her name or number. It should be on his phone."

The officer grimaced, "Unfortunately we don't have the code to get into it."

Vivian motioned for them to follow her to where Elle was sitting.

"What's the code for Emmett's phone?" she asked.

"3553," Elle answered absently.

The officer pulled out a pink bejewelled phone and tapped the pin in finding the number quickly.

Elle glanced up at Vivian who was staring at the phone in bemusement and shrugged, "Revenge."

"Elle, you need to eat something," Paulette said softly, "I promise Kyle will stay with Emmett until you come back."

Elle glanced over to the man standing there, looking strange wearing jeans and a black t-shirt instead of his UPS uniform.

"You have to talk to him," Elle said, "Make sure he knows we're here and he has to come back."

"I will," Kyle promised.

As Paulette finally managed to move Elle from the room she stopped and turned back, "He likes baseball."

"Kyle will be with him while we get something to eat," Paulette said again before moving them, "He won't leave Emmett alone."

Elle sat in a corner of the canteen while Paulette went to get her a sandwich still feeling numb. Vivian had told her the trial was on hold until Monday to give them time to get someone who could take Emmett's place on the team. She'd also let her know that the police were trying to contact his mother.

"He'll be fine," Paulette placed a plate with a ham sandwich in front of her.

x

Paulette heard the door and smiled finding Elle's 'friend' Emmett standing there.

"Come in," she opened the door, "Elle should be here soon."

He gave her a slightly nervous smile as he stepped across the threshold and handed her the bottle of wine he was carrying, "Thanks for letting me crash your night."

"Don't be silly," Paulette laughed leading him inside, "You should not spend New Year alone. Elle said your mom is ill?"

Emmett shook his head, "It's just a stomach bug but I didn't want her to feel bad that we couldn't do our traditional New Year's Eve together so I told her I had a party to go to."

"Well you're more than welcome," Paulette patted his arm, "Go, grab a seat and I'll bring you a drink."

She watched him take a seat wondering why Elle couldn't see what was right in front of her. Once she knew the full story about Warner Paulette stopped pushing Elle to fight for him because frankly the man was an ass. On the other hand here was a nice guy, who Paulette had discovered Elle spoke with every day, right in front of her.

"Sorry," Elle grinned when Paulette opened the door to her, "Traffic was a nightmare."

"No worries," Paulette told her ushering her in to keep the cold out, "Emmett is here already."

The bright smile that graced Elle's face made Paulette roll her eyes, she was going to have to work to get these two together.

x

"We have a problem," Paulette announced with five minutes to go until midnight.

Emmett and Elle looked at one another from their spots on the couch confused before he asked, "Which is?"

"We have only one guy," Paulette told them, "For the kiss at midnight." She saw the tip of Emmett's ears turn bright red, "I guess you can kiss Elle at midnight then me just after."

Elle suddenly smiled mischievously, "I have a better idea," she announced before leaning into Paulette and whispering in her ear.

Paulette could see Emmett looking worried but when Elle turned and smiled at him he smiled back. They stood to greet the New Year with a glass of wine, counting down the seconds Elle winked at Paulette and when the ball dropped the two women pressed a kiss to Emmett each catching a side of his lips with theirs.

When they pulled back Paulette caught the joy in his eyes she knew was not from her kiss.

x

Paulette stroked Elle's hair while the younger woman mechanically ate the sandwich and drank the juice put in front of her.

"He will wake up," Elle asked suddenly, "Won't he?"

"Oh, honey," Paulette breathed, "Emmett is strong. And he'll know we're here with him. He'll know you're with him and that will be enough to bring him back."

Elle looked at her friend confused, "What?"

"Elle, he's been in love with you for months," Paulette told her with an amused smile, "Despite being so smart you're very blonde when it comes to your own heart."

Elle let out a long sigh and leaned against her friend, "I love him too. Paulette, what do I do if he dies?"

No idea how to answer that Paulette simply continued to hug her friend.

Author's End Note - I know there's no Boston General but I didn't want to use a real hospital.