(Alright, mah friends! Here is my newest story. It has no name. It has no real plot. What it does actually have is this little... introduction. It lets you know, generally, what this story is going to play on. Do you want to read more? Should I write more? I'll make you a few promises right off the bat:

'Updating as frequently as possible' means whenever I have the time. That sounds straight forward, but this concept does actually confuse many people. It means that I'm in college, and I'm in the theatre. I'm busy. I don't have as much time for writing as I would like. But I will try to not forget about this story. Bear with me, please.

Chapter length: I intend to write chapters at least three pages in length each time I update. This little prelude is just to get my juices going. You will never see anything as short as this ever again in this story. This is kind of an excerpt from a later chapter, so you will be seeing it again, but with a lot more context.

Characterization: I do my best, but I may miss a few swings with the characters. They will be difficult for me to capture. I'll give it my best shot, though. Also, I'm bound to make factual errors, as this story has no real base in the timeline of the show.

I don't own any of these characters. Just a general disclaimer there.

Please read and review! I would like to know if I should put more effort into this than I've currently got going. Okies? Thanks!

And on to the show.)

Prelude:

Perry climbed out of the ambulance with his EMT jacket drawn around him. It was raining heavily, thick icy sheets of water falling without a pattern through the air, puddles like oceans stretching out across the uneven, worn pavement. It was freezing cold, their breath forming thick clouds of white in front of their mouths and noses. Elliot climbed out beside him, feeling that she hadn't been quite as lucky as she thought when she had won that coin flip.

The scene was worse than they had imagined. Considering that they had been told nothing about the situation they were racing haphazardly towards, that was actually quite an accomplishment for an uncontrollable disaster. Elliot felt a vice on her arm and looked down to see Perry gripping her. She followed his arm with her eyes until she found his face. He was looking at her with a steady, intense gaze that she found instantly calming. His hand acted as a conductor, steering his bravery straight into her veins. She nodded at him, silently letting him know his small action worked. For some strange reason he did not let go right away, even as he turned his head to survey the severity of the chaos.

They were in the middle of one of the largest highways in the area. Four lanes of speeds close to 100 on average in each screamed 'multi-car wreck', and yet it was still surprising that it had actually happened. Seven cars had been involved, three of which were flipped upside and currently lodged underneath the four others. As far as Cox could see, none of them had all four of their wheels on the ground. It was a grotesque pyramid, some sort of monument to twisted burning wreckage.

He couldn't see how there were any survivors.

The roads were bathed in red flashing lights, the timing completely off for all ten of the emergency vehicles on the scene. There were three ambulances including the one he had arrived in, two fire trucks, four police cars and one helicopter that was halfway through a lift off. A paramedic was standing near by, and Perry, finally disengaging from her arm, went to speak to him.

"How many have you pulled out from there," he said by way of introduction. The paramedic looked at him, saw his jacket and the shadow in his eye, the thing that said 'I've seen hell before', and nodded towards the wreckage.

"Five people."

"Alive?"

"We pulled the ones that were moving out first," the paramedic said with a slight scoff. Perry looked at him straight and all the fear he had built in all the people he had ever worked with some how transferred to this person he had never seen before. The paramedic shuddered and clarified, "We only have direct access to two of the cars. The rest are so badly damaged or buried that we need the firemen to get us in there."

"That explains the useless standing around. Barbie!" She was at his side before he finished the second syllable of his nickname for her. She silently dreaded his order, but readied herself for the worst. His tone was surprisingly delicate, "I don't want you anywhere near that mess. You wait for the patients to come to you. It is not in your job description to get in there and get yourself hurt, because the best you'll accomplish is adding yourself to the patient list while the very worst would be you ending up as a mortality statistic."

"We've got access! Four people! Two adults, a teenager and a kid!" A voice, sounding taxed and bedraggled, called from somewhere in the dangerous looking mass.

Perry gave Elliot a look to drive his order home, then promptly followed the paramedic towards the burning death trap.