Chapter 1: Wreckage

White flutter flakes fell from the darkening clouds above the car as Alli and Lars drove back to Amsterdam from their recent trip from Russia. It had been warm for a few days and now, the road was frozen once more. Dangerously slick with invisible black ice. Alli's car was not meant for this. They didn't get ice like this in Scotland that often. When they did, he certainly didn't go out driving on it. He was so use to riding his motorcycle. Before leaving, he knew he should have probably changed the age worn tires, but Alli being Alli. He didn't think they really needed it. He regretted it now as he drove about twenty miles per hour, just trying to get them home. He knew it couldn't be that much farther.

"Oh god, please be close…"

He pleaded inwardly to himself. Jerking with the ice, the redhead felt his heart start to pound hard in his chest. The sick feeling in his stomach growing more as the car jerked again, making him let out a small gasp of fear. It was enough to wake up Lars. His sleeping passenger opened his green eyes and looked over at the nervous Scotsman. "Alli? You okay, schat?" Alli nodding quickly, trying to confirm that he was fine, though he really wasn't. He was terrified. His green eyes never left the road, he didn't want to take them off of it, in fear that the moment he did, something would either run out or the ice would catch and he would not be able to correct them. Lars sat his seat up, his belt was across his chest keeping him strapped in tightly. The blond took hold of it and loosened it a little, before eyeing the Scot again. "Alli, if you're nervous, maybe we should stop for a little while." The scot frowned moving his emerald eyes from the road, to Lars and then back to again before shaking his head no. "Ah'm fine. Jist…need ta git there, then Ah'll know we're safe and sound. Ah donnae think et's too much farther."

It can't be much farther.

The Dutchman looked out at the road, he could feel Alli's tension and it was actually making him more nervous as well. The snow was coming down harder than when they had left Russia. The entire road was covered with a blanket of white, hiding the deadly black ice below it. Lars looked over at Alli again, frowning lightly. "Alli, please. This is really dangerous. We can't see the road or if the ice. We need to just pull over and wait for it to stop. There's gotta be a house somewhere that we can pull into, just for a little while, so we're off the road." He tried to reason with him. Inside Alli knew he was right. But he was worried about running out of gas, or the car dying on him. He didn't like cars. So being the stubborn man he was, he shook his head again and turned to look over at him. "Lars, donnae argue wit' meh righ' now. Ah jist wann-…"

Words were cut off by the sound of metal screeching against metal. They had drifted too far over and now the car was grinding against the guard rail. Alli tensed behind the wheel as he desperately tried to move the car back on to the road.

Please, please, please! Go back! Correct! Please!

The ice and snow under the age worn tires didn't give him any traction. He knew what was going to happen, before it even did. He has enough time to look over at Lars with an apologetic stare.

"Hold on, baby…"

He muttered out right before a hard jerk came from his side of the car. The vehicle flipped. Over the rail and headed down the deep embankment. They plummeted down. Down into the snow. Taking out trees as they went. Everything seemed to almost stop. Just for a moment.

Was this happening?

Were they really falling?

Was the car going to smash into a thousand pieces when it hit the frozen ground below?

The blue Camaro pounded against the side of the hill as it rolled. How many times had it spun now. Over and over. Head over tail end down the embankment.

God.

How we're they going to survive this? Could they even survive it?

Alli still couldn't believe this was happening as his body smashed against the inside of the car as it rolled down the hill. It was like it hadn't clicked in his head. Well, until he looked over at Lars. He wanted to do something as the blond smashed against the door. He wanted to scream, or grab him, or just…something.

Suddenly the car hit the ground with an ear shattering crack. The redhead felt like all the air in his lungs was suddenly sucked out. His arms flew up and covered his head as the windows around him shattered into a thousand pieced. He still felt bits of glass fly into his arms and face. Blood was rushing to his head. He felt warm, but at the same time he could feel the sting of the icy winter air as it bit at the sensitive skin of his cut up face. He gasped lightly, his vision fading in and out for a moment or two as his brain tried to realize what had just happened. He was dizzy. He didn't know if it was from them spinning or if it was from the blood rushing it his head suddenly, or maybe even from the blood loss. He opened his eyes and everything was red. Blood over his eyes.

What had just happened?

Did we really crash, just now?

The redhead whimpered as he moved his head to look over to the blond handing limply from the passenger seat. His head was bloody, the crimson liquid staining his hair. Alli felt now panic rise into his chest, making it tighter when it already was.

Shite, shite, shite.

What have I done?

"L-…" He groaned trying to force his vocal cords to work. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes tightly. Opening them again, he moved one arm. Weakly reaching for his lover. "L-Lars…" He almost whispered out.

Why can't I talk?

Growling a little to himself he pushed it more. "L-Lars…!" He managed a little louder, but the bloodied blond didn't move. His heart was racing like crazy now.

Don't be dead.

You can't be dead.

Wake up.

Please wake up!

A wave of dizziness washed over him again, causing him to slip momentarily from consciousness. He gasped as he pushed his eyes to stay open but everything started to fade. He needed to try and wake Lars up.

Once more.

Try one more time.

One more time.

Again, he called loudly to his love.

"Lars!"

He felt relieved that finally his voice was at a volume. But it still didn't work. Lars didn't move at all. Alli could feel himself passing out. No matter how hard he fought to keep his eyes open. Nothing worked. Slowly they closed on him and he slipped from consciousness.