A/N: HI!! This is my very first LJ fic, but some of you might know me from the comment posts.

This is sad. You've been warned. I'm nervous about it; because I'm not sure I did the story justice.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, they'd have been all Brangelina'd up a looong time ago. So yeah, I don't own 'em.

Callie was walking down the steps of her high school when she felt a pair of warm, familiar arms encircle her waist. She turned to find the object of her thoughts, Mark, staring straight at her.

"Hey." She kissed him, "I thought you were at practice all afternoon." Not that she was complaining.

"Skipped it. Figured my lady could do with a treat. Plus, I wanted to see you too." She glared at him and he did that smirk that melted her heart.

"So, then where are we going?" Callie raised an eyebrow, remembering a promise he had made to her a while back.

"Yes kid, we're going to the beach like I know you want to."

"Good boy. Taking note of your woman. And fuck you, I'm not a kid." She grinned.

They chatted about their day as he led her towards his motorcycle.

She shook her head as he slipped on his helmet. "You'll never remember an extra helmet for me, will you?"

He climbed onto the seat and helped her up next to him. "Think about it this way babe: You'll never have to worry about denting that gorgeous 'do."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. "Could you maybe be stealing lines from Hairspray, a movie you said destroyed John Travolta completely?"

"Maybe I could."

"Why are we going so fast?" Callie asked, becoming annoyed with all the wind whipping around her face.

Mark shrugged underneath his leather jacket. "Dunno. But I was telling you a joke. So Superman, right? He's real horny and he's flying around Gotham City, and he sees-"

"You're thinking Batman. Superman lives in Metropolis. And again, why are we going so fast?"

"Live a little Torres, its fun."

"Y'know you're right. It's about as fun as having as having my skin ripped off while I'm still alive. Which is what it feels like. Slow down."

Mark paused for a moment, considering something. "Tell me you love me. Then I'll slow down."

"Are you five? Just slow down!" she repeated, at the risk of sounding like a stuck record.

He took a deep breath. "Tell me you love me. Really, tell me."

Her voice softened a little. "I love you. I do."

"Hug me."

She eyed him carefully. "How? We're on a motorbike."

"Just- just squeeze from behind."

She did as she was told and in the process he got a whiff of her hair.

"Take off my helmet and put it on your head." She started to say protest, but he stopped her. "It's annoying me, and you're always saying I'll never bring you one. And to tell you the truth," he sighed before continuing, "you're right; I probably won't ever get the chance to bring you another one. So put it on."

She silently slipped it off of his head and onto her own.

"I love you too, Callie. Always."

In the paper the next day:

A crashed motorcycle was found near the beach yesterday, in the late afternoon. The victims had been identified as two high school students and only one of them, the girl, had survived.

What had really happened was, halfway through the drive, Mark had realized his brakes were failing. Not wanting to alarm Callie, he asked her to tell him he loved her. Because he had a feeling it would be the last time. He asked her to hug him, to feel her arms around him. And lastly, he told her to put on his helmet.

To keep her safe.

Even if it meant he would die.

Based on a true story.

Please comment! I want to know if my first fic was a total bust or not.