Chapter Seven: Up the Hill

Alli cried himself to sleep in Lars' arm, he was so upset about the same phone dying. He just couldn't help it. All the frustration and guilt built up in him and he just had to get it out. If he didn't he didn't know what he would do. Lars just held him. It was all he could do for Alli, knowing the redhead probably wouldn't be able to talk to him. He was too distraught. The blond had now figured out that the phone had gone dead before he could get any help. That made Lars panic inside. But he made sure to keep it to himself. He didn't need Alli blaming himself more than he already was. He kept the fear hidden from the sleeping redhead in his arms. He wondered if Allistair had gotten a call out at all before the cell phone died at all. A blond brow furrowed in thought and worry as the wolves howled outside of their shelter. He looked up at the window where the wolves moved about. They weren't as close as they had been though, which he was more than thankful for. When the footsteps started to retreat he looked back down at the redhead, who didn't even stirred, it made him smile a little. He was glad that Alli had actually passed out again. He got so terrified when he heard the wolves. They had defiantly traumatized him. This whole situation probably traumatized him, but it was expected.

Alli.

I know what you'll want to do when you get up.

Tomorrow, Alli would want to climb the hill. He knew that already. Because the phone failed this was they're last chance. Alli would need every ounce of strength he could muster to get up that steep hill. Lars let out a sigh and pulled the Scot flush to his chest gently nuzzling his nose in to his red hair inhaling the scent of his beloved. Alli would do whatever he could to get them out. To fix this. The Dutchman closed his eyes to keep in the tears that were starting to burn his eyes. Trying hard to ignore the howling of the wind and the wolves in the distance. It was so hard to relax with the unsettling noise just outside their unprotected shelter. After a while though, he gave in. He hadn't been sleeping a lot since Alli had gotten hurt. He needed more rest then Lars did. That wound was life threatening. Lars exhaled and gave in to the darkness. Resting his face against the soft red hair.

Sleep until he wakes up.

There was no sun in the morning when the redhead opened his eyes. The snow was falling heavily. A blizzard had moved in while the two men slept. Chasing the wolves into hiding once more, the he was grateful for. No more howling that sent shivers down his spin and made him think about the attack. It was eerily quiet without them though. Strange. Alli didn't care at the moment as he pulled himself carefully untangling himself the blond's arms. He moved over to one of the busted windows and pulled the blanket back lightly to look outside. Once he was sure the wolves weren't there, he stuck his head out and whimpered as the cold and snow bit at his face. Alli cursed under his breath as he watched the snow blow. It was almost impossible to see.

Should I wait?

No, I can't wait any longer.

There's no way we could survive another night.

We're almost out of food, and so are the wolves.

We need help now.

Before it gets worse.

I have to go.

Moving over he pulled the switch for the trunk again, listening as the cooler thudded down into the snow. The redhead looked down to make sure Lars was still sleeping before crawling from the shelter of their busted up car. He made his way to the back, shivering as the cold and snow bit harshly at his face. "Oh fock…" He mumbled as he grabbed the cooler, yanking it to the car and inside so the blond could reach it. Sighing softly, he was thankful to be out of the wind for a moment. His hands moved up and rubbed his freezing face to see if it would make his face stop hurting from the cold. He opened the cooler and looked inside. There were about five sandwiches left and a couple of waters left. That would be enough for Lars to survive a couple days if he had too. Alli sighed and looked over at the blond, His hand moved and touched the blood stained his, moving it back before pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. "Ah love ye, more than anythin'." He whispered as he pulled back and lightly bit his lip. The redhead turned and looked back out at the blizzard as the blond started to stir. "Mmm Alli?" The redhead kept his green eyes away, tears stinging them as they threatened to fall. "There's a blizzard outside. Et should keep the wolves away though." He mumbled as he grabbed his coat and started to pull it on. Lars frowned at him and sat from his spot. "You're not really thinking of going out there, are you?" Keeping his eyes averted, Alli was silent for a moment before he muttered something. "Donnae leave the car." Lars jerked a little at the harsh tone and then shook his head. "Alli, you can't go out in a blizzard, you'll get lost! You could fucking freeze to death!" He yelled, reaching out to grip the Scot's arm. Alli shook his head and tried to jerk his arm away, but the blond didn't let go. The Dutchman growl and grab the collar of his jacket and pull him close. "Allistair Kirkland, you listen to me, damn it!" He yelled shaking him a little making the redhead wince. "Do you know how dangerous it is wandering out into a fucking blizzard?! People die! All the time Alli! I…" He paused and bit his lip to stop it from trembling. "I can't lose you." Alli frowned and moved forward wrapping his arms around his neck. "Oh Lars…" He muttered holding him tight for a moment. "Good thin' Ah'm not like everyone else, then." He muttered quickly before he pulled away and out of the other's reach, stumbling out of the car. Lars' eyes went wide as he tried to grab him. "Alli! Nee! Alli don't!" He reached out in vain for the redhead as he limped away from the car into the snow. "Allistair! Allistair! You fucking moron!" He screamed out of anger at the Scot. "Fucking stubborn fool!" He yelled again as he started to shuddered. Letting out a small whine, the blond wrapped the blankets tightly around himself, tears threatened to fall from his eyes. "You better fucking come back…" He whispered angrily, sobs threatening to break loose. "Come back for me…"

The words hurt a little. They made him feel so bad for leaving him along. But this was they're very last chance. If he didn't hurry, Lars would die. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't. The Scot pulled his coat close and zipped it up tightly, pulling his hood up. His body hurt to move so much after days of not moving much at all. If Lars could last one more day, he could fix this. He looked up the embankment. God it was so high. Alli took a deep breath he started to climb. The snow was really deep, almost up to his thighs. It was hard to keep traction with his leather boots sliding about. He growled in determination but shivered as he moved up the steep hill panting lightly. God, it was hard work to climb this thing as busted up as he was.

Why is it so far?

He asked himself as his boots lost their grip and he fell hard into that snow with a thud. He yelped as he hit the icy ground, muttering a string of curses. "Shite…oww…" He mumbled laying there for a moment to catch his breath.

Alli.

You can't give up.

You can't leave him all alone.

Don't be responsible for killing him.

The redhead growled and pulled himself up from the snow. His body hurt so bad. "Ah won't let 'im die. Ah cannae let 'im die." He mumbled to himself over and over again. It was driving him forward and finally he reached his feet and started to climb again.

Over and over the Scot would fall and pull himself up, thinking about Lars, willing his tired and weak body to move. The wound on his neck was starting to bleed again. It was hot and sticky against his coat, running down his chest.

Almost.

Almost there.

Alli pulled himself up and took one more step. Finally his feel planted on something solid and flat.

Christ.

The road.

I made it.

The redhead could help but laugh and smile. He turned around to look down at the car, but was unable to see it through the white out. Screeching tires pulled his gaze away, looking to the side as lights and metal barreled towards him.

"Fock…"