[[A/N Ok, so, it's been a while hasn't it. Just so you all know I am working on A Child Called Matt. It's slowly piecing itself together in my head and all that's left to do is type it up. I can't guarantee it's worth the wait but I'm trying as hard as I can. The reason there's been such a long gap ion the updating process is due to the fact that the last year has been almost unbearable. I've barely been able to focus on normal things let alone the fiction that's been trying to come out of my head. Anyhoo, on with the oneshot!]]

Going Too Fast in the Wrong Lane

Have you ever felt like you're speeding out of control and you have nothing to hold onto, nothing to slow you down and no reason to stop?

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to drive much too fast in the wrong lane, to crash into a car with no hope of survival?

That is how I feel every minute I'm alive. From the second I wake up, to the second I fall asleep, I feel like I could crash and burn and lose everything I've worked so hard to gain.

Mello is like a land mine. One false move, one step out of line and he would explode. I could do everything he wants, but if he's in a bad mood and I've done one thing wrong, that's the end of anything I've been working towards.

Near is like a mask. Almost completely unreadable, at the best of times. The perfect poker player. What he doesn't realize is that with a slight falter in his usually calm demeanour, a slight pause in his actions, he gives everything away.

Mello is like a car that goes too fast at just a slight nudge of the toe on the accelerator. Near is the wall that the car crashes into. The wall that stops the car in its tracks faster than a monkey can steal your sandwiches at the zoo.

And me? I'm the small cushion of air that separates the car and the wall for a split second. I'm the strings that hold the mask on. I'm the earth between the land mine and someone else's foot. I'm the one to take the fall and be happy that I could help in some way.

In essence, I'm the one that nobody really thinks about but needs to be around. I am like the catalyst that holds everything together. The minute link between everything, the one that everyone overlooks.

And now I wonder, if I was going too fast in the wrong lane, who would be there to tell me to slow down? Who would be there to stop me speeding to my death?

I already know the answer.

[[Reviews would be much appreciated and an update on A Child Called Matt is imminent. *Loves*]]