Thought I'd drop this here. Just a little something...

Airbags inflated, as the car came to a jolting, jarring stop, ripping Danny from sleep. Disoriented, he sat there for a few seconds, half deaf as his heart pounded in his ears. Then his brain came back online in a nauseating rush.

Head in his hands, he moaned. So many thoughts flooding his mind, like waves breaking.

What the hell happened? Where were they? Steve! Where was Steve?

"Steve! Talk to me, babe." Danny croaked.

Fear surged when his vision blurred. It was the adrenaline. That was it. He rubbed his eyes, and things cleared a little. With the glow of the dash, he could see his partner. Not moving. Leaning forward.

"Steve?" Danny called again when he didn't get a response. Everything had an odd insulated feeling. Like he'd been at a loud concert. "Steve? Come on, buddy. You okay?"

Still no answer. Danny struggled against his seatbelt for half a minute, trying to reach his best friend. That's when he realized he had a big problem.

Lightning split the dark sky into several fragmented jigsaw pieces, illuminating the interior and making Danny jump. He swore and tried not to freak out.

The Camaro had crumpled on his side, pinning him just above his knees. Wasn't this car supposed to have those special airbags? A roll cage?

Especially with Steve's driving.

Wait - Steve!

Panic surged through Danny.

Steve was still bent forward, head on the steering wheel airbag, hands at his side, limp. Danny swallowed a flashback before it could screw with him. He didn't have time for that.

"Steve? Can you hear me?" Danny's voice rose in pitch and his eyes watered. "Steve! Come on. You gotta wake up."

Groaning, Steve pushed back against the seat, hands fumbling blindly at the airbag before he opened his eyes. "Danny?"

"Steve, you alright?"

"Yea, Danny. You?"

"I don't know. I guess." Danny was shaking so bad his voice was unsteady.

Steve carefully turned toward his partner, hand on his head. "You guess?"

Danny pointed to his legs. "I'm a little stuck."

Straining for a better view, Steve blinked, rain in his face. The outside had come inside. "Well, that's not good."

For a few seconds, Steve looked lost as he took in their predicament. Like he didn't know how they got there. He blinked at Danny slowly.

Alarm bells were screaming in Danny's head, and as he smacked Steve's leg, he blurted. "Hey? You alright?"

Steve nodded, taking a deep breath. His eyes cleared, awareness sharpened. "Shit, Danny. You're pinned."

"No shit, Sherlock. You with me now?"

"Always." He chuckled.

Danny didn't laugh. Instead, he felt his pockets and scanned where he could around his seat. He was concerned about Steve's odd reaction. Normally, he'd have engineered their escape by now. Minutes had passed, and they hadn't even called for help.

"Steven." Danny scolded when Steve rested his head on the seatback. "Cell phone, Steven. I can't find mine."

"Yea, good idea." Steve padded his pockets awkwardly, still restrained by his seatbelt. Finding his phone, he dialed HPD. When he was done requesting assistance, Danny jumped back in.

"You sure you're okay? Steve?" Just as the words came out, a wave of dizziness hit him. His breath hitched.

"I'm fine, Danny." Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, lying through his teeth. "Just need to think."

"Do we have any flares? We should mark the road." Danny giggled, feeling a strange head rush. "It's ridiculous I don't know what's - awww shit - I don't know...what's..trunk..."

"Very funny. I always tell you - Danny?" Steve stopped breathing for a few seconds as he surveyed his best friend. Danny was staring blankly ahead, eyes half mast. He dared give him a light nudge. "Hey, buddy, you with me?"

Steve squeezed Danny's shoulder lightly. With an increase in his heart rate, he became more aware of a headache snaking its way through his head. He pushed the discomfort away. Pain was a state of mind. He could beat it. His best friend needed him.

Danny blinked and cleared his throat. He'd lost time. "What'd you say?"

"Don't do that to me." Steve sighed, eyes wide with worry.

"Do what?"

"Take a nap."

"If you weren't so boring." Danny stuck out his tongue and regretted it. Somehow that small action made his whole face hurt.

Steve saw his friend wince but kept his face straight, voice calm. He didn't want to alarm Danny. "You passed out mid-sentence."

"Shit. Sorry...sorry..." Danny closed his eyes, practicing a breathing technique Steve had taught him.

"Hey, stop it." Steve slapped Danny's arm. "No more sleeping."

One eye cracked open with a death glare. "Not sleeping."

Steve attempted to open his door. "Fuck, it's jammed. Frame must be bent."

Before Danny could say anything, Steve slammed his shoulder into the door, growling. It took another assault before the door gave way and Steve mostly tumbled out of the vehicle, off balance and slipping in the mud.

"Steve?"

"I'm good. Give me a minute."

Steve disappeared, and with his limited mobility, Danny couldn't turn to check on his best friend.

Less than a handful of minutes passed like an hour. The storm threatening to pick up again.

Danny tried to call to his partner, but his head hurt and he just didn't have the energy. He wanted so much to squirm out of that seat and crawl out of the car, but he was terrified to move too much. The not-knowing was driving him mad. He'd seen too many car accidents firsthand and had heard stories from his dad.

"Keep calm...keep calm." Danny whispered the mantra.