I hope you enjoy. I'm not evil, as many of you are probably thinking at the moment, I promise, but I felt the need to get something dark out there. Don't worry; it will get better. :)

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In the back of your mind, you always think it will be like in the movies. In slow motion, letting your entire life flash before your eyes and giving you the chance to pray to whatever god you believe in. That's not the case. It takes less than a second for it to happen. One instant filled only with the sound of crushing metal, panicked gasps and the sight of blood arcing through the air.

When the trucked plowed into the cruiser, everything rocketed into hyper speed. There is no time to brace, no time to shout a warning. No time to accept the reality.

They spun wildly, flipping over and over in a dizzying dance that left no place to breathe. Each impact sent a new jolt through each of their bodies, jerking them around like puppets. Eventually all motion ceased as the cruiser skidded to a stop on its back, like some large beetle.

At first, the world was a kaleidoscope of swirling colors when Sam first opened his eyes. Constantly shifting blurs drifted in and out of his vision as he tried to focus on what was actually in front of him. His head spun in a giddy real when he attempted for remember what happened. All that he could recall was looking over at McNally, about to make a sarcastic retort to something she had said and then everything exploded into a burst of light and sound.

Emitting a weak moan, he felt blindly for the clasp to his seat buckle, the sturdy fabric trapping him upside down. He could feel his right hand scrapping against the shards of glass that littered the roof of the cruiser, but there was no sensation in his left. He turned his head slowly, hissing through the bright shards of pain that hit him and blinked desperately to clear his vision. It seemed like hours before he could see, but was in fact probably seconds, and another groan escaped his throat when his sight focused. A jagged shard of metal had pierced the forearm and pinned it to the windowsill.

Looking forward again, his eyes locked onto an object lying just beneath the spider webbing of what had once been their windshield. In his stunned state, he didn't register what he was seeing at first, but simply followed the pale arm to the person it was attached to.

The instinctive denial was caught in his throat; a bone deep sob forcing its way out.

Andy's entire right side was crushed, bone fragments bursting from the skin on her arm and through the dark uniform pants covering her leg. While Sam couldn't see much of her side, the blood that was slowly pooling beneath her told him more than words ever could. Her face was pale and lax, eyes closed and her breathing was erratic, coming out in short gasps.

While he wasn't aware that he was doing it, he noticed that his right hand reaching toward her blood stained one.

"Andy." There was a slight pause as his voice rasped harshly over bruised vocal cords. "Andy, please wake up. Please, please stay with me." He continued to murmur softly as he gently clasped her hand. At first there was no response and all he could hear was the scream of approaching sirens, but a sudden twitch had hope surging through him.

"That's it. Just stay with me." Her fingers moved again, but this time going with purpose. He waited with baited breath as they intertwined with his, squeezing weakly. A sob burst from him as he clutched tightly to the lifeline that he had just been granted.

Blackness jumped from the corners of his vision, quickly swamping him, but not once did he let go of her hand. He would never let her go again. Just as his body gave out on him, he heard the staccato of feet rushing towards them. Then he simply let go and fell.