musicalluna | 009 Drive - One Hundred Reasons

Title: 009 Drive - One Hundred Reasons
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassiter/Polly
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Drama
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: One of my responses for my 100 themes collection revolving around Lassiter and Polly.
A/N: OMJ. After a million and one years (okay, a couple of weeks) I return with more Lassie and Polly goodness! My brain apparently decided to go on strike after I tried to force it to write one of these a day, work on a chapter story, and try to write more other one-shots and chapter stories. It has had it's break and is now working again I think. Being finished with school (minus two finals) is helping a great deal. *Grins*
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or it's characters.

“Carlton, it’s time!”

A hand wrapped around his arm, shaking it frantically and the words finally registered in his sleep clouded mind. His eyes snapped open and he shot upright in bed, his heart leaping into overdrive so quickly that it took his breath away. “Sweet justice—are you sure?” he demanded, but he was already staggering out of bed. He’d been waiting for this moment for six months now, sleeping lighter than he ever had in his life, waking for each and every movement and noise from his wife and this was the first time she’d declared it time. He believed her.

His ankle, twisted in the sheets, threw him off balance as he tried to free himself and he fell, his head cracking against the dresser. Carlton cursed, stars exploding before his eyes, but there was no time to dwell on the pain, Polly calling frantically, “Carlton, come on! We have to go now!”

“I’m coming!” he retorted and lurched to his feet, shaking his head briefly to clear it before grabbing a pair of pants from the closet and stuffing his legs into them. He didn’t bother changing out of his nighttime t-shirt, grabbing the bag Polly had packed not even a week ago.

He raced down the stairs, meeting Polly at the door, his stomach flopping around like a dying fish in his gut as he helped her into her coat.

“Carlton,” Polly said, reaching out as he yanked his shoes on, “you’re bleeding.”

“What?” He winced as her fingers brushed a spot on his forehead that flared with pain at her touch. She drew her hand back and her fingertips were red.

“You’re bleeding,” she repeated.

“It’s all right, I’m fine,” he said and waved his hand at the door ushering her towards it.

She bit her lip uncertainly, obviously tempted to do something to stem the bleeding, but with a quiet gasp, her mind was made up.

“Are you all right?” Carlton demanded, his hand catching on her arm as they moved outside.

Polly nodded quickly and breathed, “Contraction. Don’t worry.”

Carlton made a derisive noise in the back of his throat, but released her, striding past her to open the car door. She stifled a whimper as she slid into the passenger seat with his assistance and his muscles all tightened, his breath catching in his chest. “Are you—”

“I’m fine, Carlton,” she grit. “Get in the car.”

He swallowed and laid a quick kiss on her forehead before shutting the car door and sprinting around to the other side. Oh good lord, he was never going to make it through this. It was going to kill him. He was just going to keel over and die. The raw fear he’d felt when trying to assist Karen through her labor had been nothing compared to this. Polly grunted out a half-cry half-wail as he turned the key in the ignition and his terror only increased. “Polly—”

“Just drive!”

He did the only thing he could. He followed orders.