To Watch Over You

By: Montez

Disclaimer: standard, love them, still don't own them.

Author note: This is my second chapter story. I hope you enjoy it. I also want

To thank everyone who has read and reviewed my previous stories,

You all gave me the encouragement to try again.

Thank You and Enjoy!

Chapter 1

There weren't to many places you could travel in LA that would be considered remote. The area he traveled through wasn't remote in a sense that you wouldn't see another car for hours, it was remote in that there wasn't a mile long traffic jam that took thirty minutes to travel that mile. So he really hadn't minded having to go to the meeting that he had just left. It gave him a chance to get the car above 35 miles an hour at what would be considered rush hour on the freeway.

He wasn't really paying attention to what was in his review mirror, he was just enjoying the unusually comfortable drive he was having. He didn't notice the high performance sports car that was quickly gaining on his more sensible one. What he did notice was the flash of color that flew by on his left side and the car jerking back in front of him, so close he was sure he'd clipped it.

He slammed on his brakes and jerked his wheel to the right-instinct. Letting out a quiet curse he saw he wasn't going to be able to recover, and as the front wheel hit the dirt edge he felt the sickening sensation of flipping in the air. He heard the crunch of metal as the impact jerked him right, then bounced and slammed on the left, finishing with almost a gentle roll that left him vaguely aware that he was no longer right side up as darkness to his consciousness.

The first time he came to awareness he felt cold. He couldn't understand that as this was LA and it rarely got cold. He was vaguely aware that he should be somewhere but he couldn't remember where. He was so tired, he couldn't remember ever being so tired. Something was telling him he shouldn't, but he allowed himself to drift off again into the somewhat peaceful darkness.

The next time he became aware it was pain that had awaken him. Pain in his head, in his leg, in his chest. If his mind had been clear he was sure even his big toe hurt. He realized two things: one, it was dark, "I don't remember driving after dark" he though to himself. The second thing was that it was getting really hard to breath. He was sure being upside down wasn't helping that. He tried to move and get himself free, but every movement brought only more pain. He tried to figure a way out, but the more he moved, the more it hurt. He closed his eyes and prayed for someone to help him, he struggled weakly, but soon the darkness claimed him again.

The last time he awoke it was to her voice. He opened his eyes and saw it was day light again, he noticed he wasn't alone either. Someone he didn't know was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't hear them. He saw movement through the cracked windshield, it was then that he saw her, standing in the middle of the chaos that was around his vehicle. The calm in the storm. She smiled at him sadly, she was still as beautiful as he had wanted to remember her, before the illness that had claimed her had ravaged her body. He could barely hear her voice, but that's what he focused on, ignoring the person in front of him.

"There here to help you," he heard her say, "I know you want to, but your not ready to come with me." He could feel tears forming in his eyes, unable to respond to her. "There here in time My Love, you have to hold on-don't give up. I Love You My Dear, you have to hold on for our sons." she smiled again, "I Love You."

Alan closed his eyes and the tears fell awkwardly over his forehead, his hearing came back to him. The sirens in the distance, the vibration against the car, the young man near his face asking him to open his eyes. But Alan kept them closed, he wanted to hold that vision of her he'd just seen. Taking in her beauty and the loving sound of her voice. He would hold on, for her, for his boys, but first he needed to rest. As he lost his fight to stay awake he heard a very anguish young man, "Sir, please, stay with me, sir." but Alan had given in a third and final time to the darkness.