Disclaimer: Neither man is mine - unfortunately.
While James was at home starting to feel the signs of his impending labour, Danny was down at the BBC doing an interview with the rest of the band. He’d done all he could to get out of taking part in them, Fletch and Richard had also tried to get him out of them but Mercury in a fit of peak had demanded that this interiew had to be done. He wasn’t happy to be there but he knew James would be ok because Matt had promised that he’d go over and sit with the blond until he got home. What Danny didn’t know was the fact that Matt had been side tracked by a phone call from his step father telling him that his mother had been taken ill again and was once more in hospital. Not surprisingly Matt had rushed to his mothers side. But before he did he rang Tom, leaving a message on his answer phone begging him to go over to stay with James, he didn’t know that Tom had left his mobile in his car and wouldn’t return to it until nearly eight o’clock.
Returning to his car, Tom picked up his phone and cursed loudly when he saw that he’d been left a message from Matt. Flicking on his voice mail he listened to the message, one hand reaching across to switch on the ignition of his car as soon as he realised that James was on his own. Luckily for James, Tom was less than a mile away from his and Danny’s house and at that time of night it didn’t take him long to get there. Pulling up in the street outside the house, Tom exploded from the car, his actions alerting the few waiting press reporters that something might just be happening. Running up the steps to the front door, Tom rifled through his pockets for the key that Danny had given him on the understanding that it was only to be used in emergencies. To Tom this was an emergency, he’d tried to ring James on his way there but had got no answer, ok the blond might just be asleep, but Tom preferred to be safe than sorry.
Stepping into the hall, Tom quietly closed the door behind him, he didn’t want to wake James up if he was asleep, he hadn’t been getting a lot of it in the last few weeks. His bulge made finding a comfortable sleeping position hard and the baby seemed to like practising its football skills whenever James tried to rest. Stopping to listen, Tom suddenly heard a noise from the front room, moving in that direction, he entered the room. There stood in the bay window was James, his eyes closed, one hand pressed against the window frame, the other gripping the curtain tightly. Immediately Tom realised that something was wrong. Hurrying to stand behind James, he reached out and wrapped his arms loosely around James’ body just above his bump, bracing his legs as he gave the blond something human to support him.
Once that contraction had past, Tom helped James away from the window, leading him over to the settee, settling him down on the edge before snatching up his phone and frantically dialling for an ambulance. Once that call was made, he dialled Fletch’s number, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get hold of Danny or any of the others during an interview. Receiving that call, Fletch did the only thing he could do, he burst into the studio, ignoring all attempts by floor staff to keep him away from where the interview was taking place. Reaching the band, he leant over and quickly told Danny that the baby was on its way, forgetting that the man was miked up and that everyone else heard the news at the same time as well. Leaping to his feet, Danny rushed across the studio, tearing off his mike as he ran, the rest of the band following after him. Fletch watched for a moment before turning to apologise to the presenter before he too turned and ran.