Author: Cha-Cha

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show so please don't sue.

A/N: I was going to briefly mention this storyline in another fic I have planned, that is if I ever get around to writing it, but suddenly it expanded into this. Hope you like it, there really needs to be more James injured out there, so many are about the other Marauders but not him. Oh well, enjoy and please do leave a review!

Bloody wet weather James grumbled to himself as he raced along the wide open dual carriage ways on his way home. The rain lashed down around him, causing small rivers to run down his helmet and black bike leathers, he was just thankful there wasn't thunder and lightning; now that would really have made his day, he thought sarcastically. Splashing through yet another puddle, he wished not for the first time he was at home laying in front a warm fire, and not shivering due to the cold that had seeped through the wet leather, chilling him to the bone.

The weather hadn't been too bad that morning when he'd set out, in fact it looked quite sunny which was a nice change from the previous few days. It may be August but that certainly didn't mean it was hot, and as with most British weather, it had rapidly changed as he made his way back from his trip to the local muggle shopping centre. Instead of the lovely clear blue skies, it had become dark and overcast, then, as he was halfway home, the heavens had opened.

Deciding it was better just to get home instead of finding somewhere to wait out the rain, which could have been days knowing his luck, he had carried on home, a slightly slower than he normally would have done as he vision wasn't quite as good as it would be on a clear day.

Going around another bend, he gave a slight smile remembering everyone was returning home in less than a week. Sirius had gone to visit Andromeda and her 5 year old daughter, Nymphadora, Ted Tonks was away out of the country on a conference for a few days so Sirius was going to help out for a bit, and his mother was on the same conference as Ted on new methods of un-splinching people that were more time effective or something like that, he'd stopped listening after the first few words. In either way, Sirius had told James he could use his bike while he was away; they had both gained their licences the year before as soon as the bike had been finished so as to make sure they wouldn't get stopped on the roads.

The roads weren't as empty as one may expect on a wet day like this day, but the traffic was still moving at a good speed James realised as he followed the now straight road ahead, keeping an eye out for any cars that may try and cut him up.

He never saw the grey car that blended into the grey mists. He never saw how the man didn't look properly to the side before pulling over lanes. He didn't even realise he'd been hit until he suddenly realised he was flying, straight over the bonnet of the grey car, the motorbike coming straight after him.

Pain, agony, the blinding flashes of every nerve in his body screaming for attention, was the first thing James realised as he began to come too. Murmuring voices drifted through his pounding head as well as the never ceasing thumping of the rain as it hit the metal vehicles and leathers he wore before finally the darkness consumed him, not too sure whether or not it was his imagination that the sirens were coming from.