I've been wondering how they're going to start season 2. I'm hoping they'll replay the car accident without the music. This is a scene I thought might happen when they come to. Mostly Deacon centric.

There was a cacophony of noise seeming to bore into his head, screeching, sliding, scraping, then suddenly silence, which was much worse, because with the silence came the pain. And not just the physical pain. Though the shard of glass sticking out of his leg was definitely a present sensation, the anguish of knowing what just happened and realizing that he caused it overshadowed everything else. A car accident. Again. With him in the passenger seat and a loved one crushed beside him in between the steering wheel and the leather seats he'd refinished last summer. That's what happened when he drank, misery. He'd known it for 13 years, and that's what had kept him sober.

He didn't want to look to the side, see her there, the woman he'd just been yelling at with all the passion and anger he possessed at his core. They always say it's a fine line between love and hate, and tonight he'd lived up to every inch of the cliché. He and Rayna had never fought like that, even when they were kids, but then again he'd never hated her this much before. She'd betrayed him, in the most personal way. She stole his child, their life together, his knowledge that she had always believed in him. She had given up hope on him, lost faith, and not just a few months ago when she read the article that he'd been drinking again, but years ago when they were still in love, when he still thought she was his. If the love of his life hadn't believed in him, why should he believe in himself. So the need to stay sober, to stave off the misery departed with a nod of her head telling him Maddie was his. She'd been lying to him, she hadn't wanted him - as her lover, as her partner, and as the father of her child.

But despite the betrayal he still loved her. Knew he always would, and that's why it took all his strength to turn his head and see her hanging there, upside down. The top of the car had smashed in just enough that her strawberry blond hair pooled in a clump a few inches away from her head. Slick red blood dripped from her forehead along the rosy strands making them seem even shinier than her normal glow. He reached out to touch her face, brush a strand away from her eyes, but there was no response.

"Ray. Ray, are you ok?"

But nothing. He could feel the heat of the tears beginning to burn his eyes, and his head was swimming from the crash and the sensation of being upside down. He had to remedy that, to get them out of there, away from the entanglement of the crushed metal. He reached to his side and unbuckled his seat belt. It came off quickly, hitting what could only be some sort of hole in his side, but no time to think of that now. He collapsed to the ceiling, scrunched in a ball. He managed to turn himself over and reach up to undo her belt while holding her so she wouldn't fall like he had. Hers was a bit trickier, he had to yank at it, and his side ached again.

Finally it came undone and she fell into his arms. For a moment the sensation of holding her again was too overwhelming. He wanted to stay there with her, pull her close. Breath in her scent, bury his face in her hair, but then the mineral scent of her blood reached his nostrils and he knew he had to get them out of there now. He lay her to the side of him as he kicked out what was left of the front window with his good leg. Then he carefully navigated the two of them through the jagged opening. He caught his side on a piece of glass and winced in pain again but kept moving.

Somehow he managed to get the two of them a good 20 ft from the totaled Suburban. When he looked down at his mangled leg he wasn't sure how he'd done it, but he'd heard stories of people doing crazier things than that to rescue loved ones. When he reached the side of the grass he collapsed with Rayna in his arms. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. "Ray, it's going to be ok, just hold on."

And then he heard her normally commanding voice in less than a whisper. "Deacon, I'm so sorry."

"Shh, don't worry about it Ray. There'll be time for apologies later. "

"I love you so much, it's always been you. I want you to know that."

"I do know that Ray, and I love you too."

"Take care of Maddie for me. Make things right with Teddy, take care of our girl."

At this he got angry, but the tears were still streaming down his face so he knew he didn't speak with much authority.

"Don't you dare say that Ray. You fight. You fight for Maddie and Daphne, and for us."

She reached up to touch his face but it slid off his cheek just as her hand made contact with his slick skin. Her eyes closed again and she relaxed in his arms. He pulled her even closer. "Oh god no. Just stay with me a little longer."

Their solitude in the grass was soon disturbed by the flashing lights of the ambulance, and then the cacophony was back again, and in the chaos he passed out.