Sunsets and Car Crashes

I don't own anything. Popular belongs to Ryan Murphy and co. so here's hoping no one sues o.O! The title is a Spill Canvas song. Also not mine
This is meant to be an ongoing fic, lemme know what you think.
Set to pick up right after the series finale.

Sam's feet thundered against the pavement with the same force that pulsed through her heart. Tires screeched and the air was thick as she ran towards the blonde woman who stood in the middle of the street. Sam didn't know who was driving, or why Brooke had stumbled out into the street in the stupor she had, and she didn't have time to notice anything else around her. The only feelings and thoughts inside her revolved solely around Brooke and getting her out of the way of the car that sped towards her.

Brooke walked hazily into the street unaware of anything aside from the pounding inside her chest. She was overwhelmed with emotions and couldn't do anything except will her feet to continue to move. When she heard Sam scream her name, she turned to face her. However, instead of meeting the warm brown eyes she had expected to see, she was faced with two bright orbs. A paralysing light fell over her. All Brooke could do was scream.

Sam felt the metal of Nicole's front hood against her. She felt the heat of her body rolling over the pavement, felt the pebbles dig into her skin and felt her insides contract within her. She felt the cement burn up and down her exposed legs, and could smell the steam from the tire marks that laid mere inches from her bloodied face. But as Sam McPherson cast her eyes to the blonde that was now starting to become aware of her surroundings, she found herself feeling no pain at all; only relief that the woman who had fled from her only moments ago was relatively unharmed and okay. She was filled with a comfort she hadn't felt since the last time that her father had held her in his arms. And with that, her world was flooded with black.

She didn't register that a body had tackled her. She couldn't feel herself begin to shake with fear, or feel the cement that met her face when she fell. Brooke was only able to gasp for the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. Lying on the pavement she opened her eyes, it took all of five seconds for her to realize that she hadn't been hit. Confused by the lack of death on her part she whipped her head around viciously in an attempt to take in everything that happened in the last five minutes of her life. She searched the scene trying to fit pieces together, her eyes stopped on the brunette laying a few feet away from her.
Everything inside of her flared and somehow she found herself at Sam's side.

"Oh my God, Sam!" Brooke gasped. She wanted to reach out and hold the trembling woman that lay before her but as fast as her hands moved towards Sam's body, she pulled them back. There was so much blood surrounding Sam and her eyes lidded to the point of almost being shut completely. "Oh God, oh God, oh God. Sam?" she cried praying to God and every entity that existed that Sam would respond. "Sammy?" she resisted the urge to shake the girl. "Sammy, please? Answer me. I know you can answer me, c'mon"

Brooke reached out and cleared the hair and blood from Sam's face. "Sam! Wake up!" she screamed, noting that more blood began to flow from the wound on Sam's head. Brooke didn't know what to do. Sam laid before her, barely breathing and obviously broken. Tears flowed down her face, but she didn't notice them. Nor did she notice the crowd behind her, Harrison running and fumbling for a phone, or Nicole stumbling drunkenly out of the car that had crashed into a fire hydrant after pummelling through the street earlier.

Frantically, Brooke ran her hands over Sam's body trying to grasp in some simple way whether she was hurt there or not. Finding nothing she was looking for Brooke gathered Sam into her arms and cradled her there repeatedly begging the unconscious girl to open her eyes.

Harrison made his way over to Brooke, his face a mirror of panic. "Brooke! Oh my God! What happened?! Sam!! Is she okay? She's not moving!" His head snapped around at the sound of sirens racing to their aid. "She's not moving!!" He shouted, running over to the paramedics to lead them over to Sam. He too began the same mantra as Brooke.

"What happened here?" One of the paramedics asked Harrison. He could only shake his head. "She's not moving!" he repeated, staring at the blood that surrounded his best friend's face and the unnatural way that her body had landed on the ground. "She," he had to paused to suck in a quick gasp of air "she's hurt.."

Brooke had remained unmoved by Sam's side and didn't take her eyes off of the girl in her arms when the paramedics came over.

"Miss we need you to let her go" one of them spoke to her but she could hardly make sense of the words that were entering her head.

"Miss. Look. You're in shock okay. We need to help your friend and if you want us to do that then we need you to move okay?"

Brooke felt a fog being lifted from her mind and she moved away from Sam slightly so that the paramedics could begin to access the damage done to her body. She watched silently as they began procedures she didn't understand and made movements she couldn't fathom. "Help her" were the only words that left her mouth. Another tear made it's way down her face as she stared down at the woman who had taken the hit for her.

Sam's eyes were now wide open, she was awake and though she made no effort to move, her face screamed of the pain that had no doubt enveloped her entire body. Sam's face was blank, she didn't move or blink. She just stared as she gasped hollowly for air. The she began to shake.

"Sam!" Brooke stepped forward when she saw Sam start to convulse. Trying to reach out to her, another paramedic stopped Brooke before she could touch Sam. "Miss! Please! Let her go"

"Let her.. go?.. Let…I haven't even!.. I.." The words came out strangled and hard. She started breathing hard and her heart knotted in her chest. Brooke's world had crumbled in the thirty seconds it had taken Sam to push her out of the way of the car. Staring down at Sam, Brooke felt her heart break and in the instant that everything logical came crashing down onto her "Let her.." Brooked trailed off , she felt everything inside of her burn and turn to ash. Her stomach dropped, breath caught, and eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was out before she started to fall, and for the second time that night Brooke McQueen hit the pavement with a hard thud.

So what do you think? Any and all feedback would be appreciated.