Disclaimer: Ed Edd n' Eddy belongs to Cartoon Network, and the shows wonderful creator whom made the sandbox for authors to play with their characters in. There is no money being made off of this, and nothing is mine but the idea.

A dark black hat was pulled, quickly over a dark head of hair, the figure seemingly rushing to grab a dark bag and down the stairs bursting out into the drizzling rain, and into the cul-de-sac.

Edd ran as fast as he could push his small body, he wasn't athletic, never would be and he felt like he was going to pass out from only a couple of minutes of running. His feet splashing in puddles inadvertently, causing mud to fly up onto his white pants and seep into his white shoes.

He shudders in disgust, "This is so unsanitary!" He pants out to himself, trying to keep going.

He couldn't believe he had overslept so late, he was positive he had put his usual 6 a.m. alarm on, but it hadn't gone off. He was going to be late for school, and he had perfect attendance from kindergarten until now. He was not going to let one measly over sleeping incident take his title of perfect attendance, at least not without a fight.

His legs burned and his lungs felt like they were going to burst. Edd passed a stop sign and hooked his hand around it to bring his body to do a sharp right turn. It happened in all the movies, and books he read. It was badass, and he thought it was going to work.

Well it didn't, as things typically didn't work for Edd.

His hand slipped off the slick metal pole from the rain. His balance already off from trying to turn, and it caused his feet to get confused. He tried to windmill his arms to stay up, but all that suceeded in was throwing his bag flying off him.

Edd was panicking, trying to desperately stay up, but gravity won, along with a little help from a slippery metal gate in the road, and Edd was brought down with a hard thud.

He landed with his head smacking the asphalt with a hard thud, and a small cracking sound. Causing him to gasp out in pain and his eyes fade around the edges, little black dots dancing in font of them.

Edd dimly heard the echo of a motorcycle's engine roar in the distance, and groaned painfully. Trying to get some part of him to listen to pull himself out of the road.

His black jacket was soaked through, as was his white pants and shoes. Not to mention socks, he absolutely hated wet socks.

Starting to shiver violently, he tried to turn, the roar of the engine getting closer, to get out of the road.

But, even with a simple movement, his head throbbed painfully, and his vision to darken over again.

He whimpered in pain, and thought somewhere in the back of his head, God if I'm going to die, let it be painless and swift.

His rational mind leaving, he just laid there.

The purr of the engine sounding extremely close. As if it was right next to him, his head throbbing even more painfully from the vibration and loudness of it. Edd had shut his eyes, believing that he was going to die still. But at least it would be peaceful, he mused.

Until an arrogant voice, filled with laughter asked from above him. "What the fuck are you doing, Double Dweeb?"

Edd internally winced from the childhood insult, and opened his eyes to see a blurry red head, with dark green eyes leaning over, his face extremely close to Edd's own.

Edd tried to form the words, 'Go away I'm fine.' But, all he managed was a weak whimper, then no sound at all.

Kevin's tone of voice suddenly changed, and Edd vaguely saw his head disappear out of sight.

"Come on Double Dweeb, get up." Edd noted that Kevin's voice seemed slightly different, possibly concerned?

Inside he scoffed, Kevin? Concerned? About, him? Preposterous.

Edd again tried to voice words, but his mouth just uselessly opened and closed small gasps coming out of it, as he vaguely realized his head was still throbbing horribly.

Kevin cursed under his breath, "Stupid dweeb, making me take care of him."

Edd felt his body being lifted up with ease, "Wow, you're really tiny, Double D-weeb."

Kevin's voice hesitated, the 'weeb' sounding hastily added, as if an after thought.

"Half your weight is the rain that is making your body like a wet rag." He chuckled to himself, and Edd felt his body be pulled against a warm solid chest.

It felt like such a harsh contrast to his freezing body, so he shivered more.

Edd felt Kevin heave a sigh, and he was set down on the cold ground again, his unsteady head hitting the ground again with a thump. Edd cried out in pain, and he felt very light for a second, as if he wasn't even in his body anymore.

Kevin, startled, crouched down next to Edd, quickly taking off his green and white baseball varsity jersey, and quickly wrapping it around the smaller boy. It engulfed him.

Kevin wrapped it around him twice before looping the sleeves and trying to keep it against the cold boy. Kevin went to pick Edd up again, when the boy opened his eyes, the startling aqua blue staring at Kevin in a pain filled haze, and he whispered one word. "Kevin."

~...~

Kevin, scowled at the smaller boy, but his eyes had shut and it had seemed as if he had passed out.

Worried Kevin ran his hands over Edd's body, patting him down quickly.

That black hat on his head, was thick with water.

He pulled it off fascinated that he would be the first one to see the boy's head.

But, he dropped it quickly when he realized the hat was also full of blood.

Kevin barely registered the black fringe that fell into Edd's face when the hat was taken off. Or the shoulder length waves. He was to busy running his fingers through the soft locks to try and find the injury.

He winced when he found a matted area of hair, just behind the top of Edd's head, and he pulled his head away and found his hand covered in dark red blood.

"Shit, why are you always causing problems?" Kevin asked, muttering to himself as he picked up Edd again, walking over to his motorcycle and straddling it, tucking Edd's small body up against his.

With one arm, he held Edd, with the other gripping the handles; he revved the bike and used his foot to kick up the kickstand. Ignoring the helmet for himself, and he put it gently on the i already injured head Edd's, before speeding off towards the high school.

~...~

Edd woke up to an overly clean smell, his eyes fluttering open, lashes somewhat sticking to his face.

His head was throbbing, and the stark white walls, and sheets in the room he was in, was harsh on his eyes. A tad to bright, and it shot a sharp pain through his eyes.

Groaning softly he lifted up his hands and rubbed his eyes, in attempt to dull the pain and throbbing now behind his eyes, before trying to open them again.

He took in his surroundings slowly. White walls, white cabinets, pictures of needles, and a door with a small window? Must be the infirmary, he mused.

He made to sit up, but a sudden flash of extreme dizziness caused him to slump down again. His vision swimming.

A shrill feminine voice shot out of somewhere of the left of him, "Don't move, Edd!"

Edd turned his head to see a small boy, blonde curls, pastel blue shirt, and white shorts. Wires attached to his teeth, shown through his smile. Edd looked at him wearily, and asked in a scratchy voice, "Who are you?"

The boy in question, frowned and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'Who are you?' I'm Jimmy. I've known you since we were kids, Eddward. Don't play stupid, that's Ed's job." The boy, Jimmy, said, ending his sentence with a high-pitched giggle.

Edd frowned, "Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you, and who is this 'Eddward' person you speak of?" He said slowly, still in the scratchy soft voice.

Jimmy widened his eyes, and left the room tears streaming down his face screaming for someone named 'Sarah.'

Edd watched him dart off in slight curiosity, shrugging to himself.

He went to move to get out of bed, but his vision swam, his head pounded and it seemed he was attatched to a lot of machines that started going off like crazy when he moved. Which caused a flood of people to come in.

"Double-D how could you get yourself hurt like that?" One voice asked, from a tall buzzcut military brat type.

Except his light brown eyes seemed glazed over like he wasn't all there, and he was a tad pudgy, even a slight possibility of drool on the side of his chin.

Edd once again furrowed his brow and looked at the boy oddly and shook his head in confusion.

"Wha-?" He started, but a shorter, more stockier male, pushed the military brat away and glared at Edd,

"Why do you have to almost get yourself killed? And have shovel-chin save you!"

The boy's blue eyes were lit like a fire, and he was rubbing at dark black stubble mindlessly, and running another hand through his black locks almost worriedly.

"I honestly don't know what you mean. You must have the wrong person.. Because I don't know you." Edd said slowly to the two, avoiding the looking and prying eyes of everyone else, especially the pair of worried green ones in the corner.

The smaller male spoke first, "Double-D?"

He started getting closer and looking very concerned.

"Man, this isn't funny. I mean I know you get mad at me for not listening a lot and going against you. But this isn't funny."

Edd looked at him and frowned, wringing his hands, "Honestly, Mister, I don't know what you're talking about…"

The boy got an angry look on his face and reached across the bed and grabbed Edd's shoulders, hands dangerously close to his neck, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises before he started shaking Edd.

"Now you listen to me Double-D, you need to stop lying and bullshitting it's not funny."

Edd's head was swimming and he felt close to vomiting, the room was swaying. His shoulders were aching, and this madman's face was a mere couple of inches away from his.

The boy was torn away from him by an angry-looking red-head with a tough build. Edd, looked at the boy with confusion and relief, he said a small, "Thank you Kevin."

Before shit hit the fan.

AN: This is my first story ever. This will be Slash. (That means boy x boy lovin)

This very well might go up to 'M', I'm not sure yet. I'm not even sure if I will continue it, but it is one am in the morning, and I had the wild urge to see how my writing would fair.

No flames please, but encouraging and critiques and advice are well wanted. And an answer as to whether I should continue this or not...

Thank you!

-Lyly