New fanfiction. Greg/Sara. Set after Way to Go. NOTE: English is not my first language. Please forgive me the possible grammatical mistakes (or tell me about them), and remember I'm trying my best not to make any. Faded Away My fault. My fault. That was what was going through Greg's mind as he sped his car down the road. Thick raindrops took away his sight out of the front window, despite the rapidly moving up and down from the windscreen wipers, desperately trying to wipe away the water. But Greg didn't care.
He pushed down the accelerator even more, racing forward and passing three cars at once. One of them honked the horn at him, but he just cursed under his breath and drove on.
His headlights shone down an empty road. The rain was still pouring down and raindrops splashed against the front window.
My fault.
He had to get there in time. It didn't matter how, but he had to make it there, before…
Before it was too late.
Flashes of imagination he didn't want to live through, crossed his mind and he felt a huge shock, as if someone had just showered him with icy cold water. No. That was not happening. She couldn't do that to him, right?
Please, Sara. Don't do that to me. I'm so sorry.
Greg gasped, as he saw a car in front of his all of the sudden, which halted abruptly. He hit the brakes immediately.
His tires screeched over the wet asphalt and he got thrown forward, for he hadn't bothered to fasten his seat belt.
His head hit the steering wheel hard. Pain flooded through his head immediately and he cursed once again, as he rubbed his forehead.
After the pain had gotten a little less, he narrowed his eyes, trying to look through the pouring rain at the car in front of his. Why the hell wasn't it moving?
"You idiot! Get driving!"
The car behind his came to a stop too.
Greg grabbed hold of the door handle and pushed the car door open. He stepped out with one foot, trying in vain to cover his eyes from the rain.
No way. A queue of cars. Tears of despair jumped to Greg's eyes.
Without a moment of hesitation, he slam the door shut and started running. The rain streamed across his face, soaking him completely within a second.
As he ran, memories flashed through Greg's mind. Memories of Sara.
Sara wearing her dark blue CSI vest, with 'Sidle' written on the left side (or was it right?), the LVPD cap on her head, her darkbrown curls bouncing around her face. She held a camera in her hand and laughed at him.
Beautiful, sweet Sara. Why from everyone else was she the one that this had to happen to?
Although his legs started hurting and the shortness of breaths caused a huge pain in his chest, Greg didn't stop running.
He jumped over a big pool of rain water, landed, and ran on again. Around the corner of his eye he saw a flash of headlights from an approaching car.
Even though in the back of his head he knew he should stop and let the car pass, his mind focused upon Sara told him to keep moving.
Stop. Move. Stop. Move. Stop. MOVE.
His mind won. He quickened his running even more, his lungs screaming for air. He heard the approaching car brake loudly, tires screeching.
It missed Greg just barely. He jumped aside, sliding on the wet ground, as the car came to a stop right next to his feet.
Greg slipped, lost his balance and fell flatly forward. He felt his face touch the asphalt. Then he passed out.
My fault.
To be continued. The next chapter is written and will be posted soon. Please let me know what you think.