The perfect O.C. story was right under my nose. What would it be like if Marissa Cooper did not die in the Season 3 finale? Let's see if I can handle a better continuation then their doing with Season 4 (which sucks).

The After-Crash

"Marissa?" he questioned again, shaking her softly.

He laid his head down to her chest, hoping for any sign of life left in the girl he loved. He wasn't surprised when tears swelled in his eyes, his vision blurring. He felt a light hand run through his hair, and he lifted his head. She was breathing.

"Who are you?" she smiled, trying to sooth him, though her condition seemed to top the humor she gained.

He grinned, "Whoever you want me to be." He held her head cautiously, propping it up, keeping her stable. "We have to call Sandy- or somebody."

"Don't leave though," she clutched onto his shirt, trying to pull closer. He got his cell phone from his pocket and quickly dialed the number.

"Hey, I need help. Fast." Ryan tried to smile soothingly at his love. "It's Marissa, look I can't talk, just call an ambulance; we're on some road…" He looked hopefully around for a sign or way to find them. "Park Road, on the 54. Thanks Sandy."

He hung up and tossed the floor on the ground. "Can you hold on a little longer?"

"I'll try," she whispered, holding tightly on to him. He nodded and looked at her lovingly, stroking her hair.

"Ryan I…" she trailed off, as their eyes met, starring deep into each other. "I need to tell you…"

"I know," he said, running a finger along her cheek, "Here, we need to stop the blood." He carefully tugged her sweater, tied around her waist, off. He pressed it against her forehead, putting as much pressure as possible, but trying to avoid pain for her.

"How's it look?" she asked.

"Bloody," he said, chuckling, "But how are you doing? You alright? How do you feel now?"

"Well apparently, I'm bloody, but I think I'm fine," she said sighing, "With you here."

He nodded, silence filling the night. But as his mind spun, he decided she'd be better if he kept her talking, "See…this isn't so bad." She laughed, coughing.

"Actually," she said, "its kinda fun."

Loud sirens filled the darkness around them. Soon a large truck, lights flashing, arrived at their side. Men poured out and immediately got Marissa on a stretcher and into the car.

"You coming son?" a man asked. Ryan nodded. He got inside and sat beside her, clutching her hand tightly. Her eyes searched for him and found, giving her a healthier glow.

"I'll be fine," he squeezed her hand, "I promise."