At the noise, the Tank hesitated before turning around to stare at the weapon coming straight towards it's face. It instinctively threw it's hand toward the brunette, letting out a roar as the blade of the axe cut through it's palm and stuck deep into it's lower arm, blood gushing out of it. Ellis' eyes widened, that's not what he wanted to do, but it got the thing away from Coach. He started to run backwards, glancing around for anything he could use as a weapon. Nothing was in sight and the Tank was gaining on him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Coach reload the shotgun he had as quickly as possible. The mechanic wished his wasn't out of bullets, then maybe, just maybe the Tank would be dead by now. He turned around and dashed ahead, hitting himself against a wooden wall. Fuck.

Shit... I can't die, I gotta make it out for Coach! He needs me... Rochelle needs me... Nick needs me! Hell, Keith and Dave need me!

Ellis' mind was rushing as the pink creature approached him and right at it was going to strike and the brunette clenched his eyes shut, the Tank had fallen. Coach couldn't have gotten so fast all the sudden, the man was big and he wasn't in the best of shape. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times and stared up at the man clad in white. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and he took the extended hand. Nick pulled him up to his feet and he pushed Ellis against the wall, staring into his eyes with cool green ones.

"If you ever do that again, I'll bury you, Overalls." he growled. Ellis shuddered a little bit and pecked the corner of Nick's mouth before movinging away, nodding his head quickly. Nick stared at him and was at his side when the boy stumbled a little bit. Did he hurt his leg or something? It would be a problem since they could practically see the saferoom from here. The conman scooped up the mechanic, staring across the way until Rochelle came. She was supporting the larger man, it was quite comical.

"I'm so glad you're alright, young'un!" Coach shouted, waving his arm at the pair. Ellis grinned and began to laugh, flailing his arms.

"YeeeeeEEAAAHHH!" he cheered. "Alright, Coach! That's how it's done right!" he was chuckling to himself by the time the two of them caught up and Nick carried him to the safe room. Once they were in with the other door barricaded, Nick placed Ellis down on the table so he could check his leg. Nick had told Ellis to remove his overalls and his boots, so the younger complied, not complaining on getting comfortable. The conman's hands moved gently down his calf, earning a loud hiss from the younger boy when his fingers touched a spot by his ankle that had some fresh blood streaming out of a gash.

"Ow!" Ellis yelped, trying to tug his leg away from him, whimpering softly. Nick sighed, reaching for the first aid kit Ellis had let him borrow, taking out a needle and thread. "O-oh no, Nick, no, no, man... c-c'mon..." his voice was wavering. That was one of the few things Ellis hated. The first was seeing his friends and loved ones injured, the second was spiders and the third was needles. Well, mind you, there were a bunch of littler things he hated, but those weren't as important.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Ellis? It's just a needle..." Nick muttered, threading it as he kept his firm grip on Ellis' leg. The poor boy's leg was twitching and trying to get away from the silver doom. "Just close your eyes!" he snapped, starting to do his needlework. The mechanic was whimpering loudly, his fists tight and clawing that the top of the table. After he was finished, he stood up, wiped his hands on his pant legs and stared at Ellis.

"Done." Nick said with a smirk, licking his lips. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he raised an eyebrow and pat Ellis on the head. The mechanic whined a little bit and pulled his leg up, staring at it with a pout.

"Yer an asshole... but... thank you kindly..." he said quietly, reaching to pull on his pants, but Nick grabbed his wrist and took out some guaze and began to wrap it around the stitches. He closed the kit after he finished and stared at the wall behind the man.

"The Midnight Riders? Are they good?" Nick examined the posters of the four men.

"Aw, hell, Nick! They're awesome!" Ellis laughed, hopping down from the table, getting used to walking around with the stitches. "Like, this one time... When me 'n Keith went to a concert... Keith thought it would be funny to take off his shirt and the poor bastard got his entire chest burnt! That's how awesome the shows are!" Nick just rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, fixing it the best he could.

"We could have the lights warn the helicopter." Rochelle smiled, nodding her head slowly. "It'll be perfect and then we can get out of this terrible place. But first, boys, let's rest!"

All of them agreed with her.

"Every ladies crazy when her daddy's not around~!" Ellis sang into the microphone, moving his arms as if he was playing the coolest guitar solo ever. "Gotta reach for the top, stay on the mountain!" Coach had sung a few lines with the younger fan and they highfived each other.

"Damn, Ellis, you can sing!" Coach complimented, laughing. Ellis grinned at him and shifted back, glancing around, he was ready to hit the button for the concert to begin. The helicopter would pick them up soon. He waited until he could hear Rochelle yell 'now' and he hit the button, watching as the lights started up. Those were the same lights that had burnt his eyebrows off in 2007, well, not these ones, but for the final. The infected began to pile into the stadium, the four of them stood back to back, shooting and swinging violently at them. A large pile of bodies were surrounding them.

"Gonna drink, dance, pary all night... She's gonna drink, dance, party all niiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" Ellis sang along with the words as he shot some more of the infected. One had clawed past him and got him across the cheek. Disposing of it, Ellis quickly wiped at the blood coming out of the scratch. A small scratch (that was actually fairly deep) wouldn't stop him from enjoying this concert. With nobody but him and the other three here. Hell, the stupid zombies already had killed his mother, they've killed his idol and they killed his favorite band now. There was now a new surge of anger and strength the brunette had no idea he had. He moved from the group, grabbing a red guitar and began to beat the infected over the head, singing louder as One Bad Man came on. More of them kept piling in and after about five minutes of continuous swinging, his arms began to get tired.

The finale lights have shot off and exploded, temporarily blinding them. Ellis' eyes widened and he could of sworn, his eyebrows burnt off again. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Over the music and the explosions, the whirling of the helicopter came in, louder and louder. The group of them began to rush towards the bleachers. Ellis began to skip steps, Rochelle running through them. Nick was doing the same thing the mechanic was, except not as dangerously and Coach had to take them one at a time. Just as he was about to leave the last two steps, the brunette had stumbled and fallen forward onto the steel bleachers. Ellis had fallen unconcious, slumped over the bench.

"Shit! Guys!" Nick yelled, rushing over to help the boy up, frowning when he saw he was out cold and that he had to hold the mechanic. He decided taking the bleachers one at a time would be the safest way to go. He elbowed at a few infected, getting slowed down slightly. He shoved Ellis into the helicopter before jumping in himself and slamming the door shut, falling back against the floor, breathing hard. He glanced over to Ellis, a slight smile on his face. It disappeared when he saw that the mechanic wasn't moving. Rochelle had crawled over and began to wrap up the poor boy's head.

As night was falling, the brunette still hadn't awoken. Coach fell asleep and Rochelle had Ellis' head in her lap, stroking his face gently. She was dozing in and out of sleep. Nick though, was staring at them all darkly from a corner, his eyes flashing to look at Ellis every few minutes. He'd been doing that for the past three hours. Rochelle had finally fallen asleep and Nick decided he would take the smaller boy off her hands. He moved him carefully, making sure that she wouldn't wake ip and he went back to his corner, craddling Ellis in his arms. The brunette groaned weakly, one of his eyes fluttering open half way.

"N-Nick?" he asked, staring up at the older man. Nick stared down at the tan man, smiled at him and pet his face softly.

"Hey, sport..." the conman replied. "You thirsty?" he reached over to pull out a bottle of water that the helicopter pilot had given them. Ellis nodded his head weakly, opening his mouth and licking his lips. Nick took the water bottle, placing it to the mechanic's lips and poured the warm water into his mouth. Once he finished, Ellis pulled himself up, using Nick's shoulders and he rested his throbbing head on the man's chest. Nick sighed, leaning back and stretching himself out, pulling the sweet boy closer to him, his arms wrapped loosely around his body.

"U-um..." he said quietly, fiddling around with the bottom of Nick's jacket. The conman raised an eyebrow.

"Wha-" he was cut off by the brunette gently kissing him, his face flushing a dark shade of red.

"T-thank you so much, Nick." Ellis whispered. Nick nodded and kissed his forhead. They were in the dark, together, warm and safe. The mechanic enjoyed himself as Nick's calloused hand gently rubbed against his hip and stomach, making him twitch and giggle, when Nick's lips placed soft kisses against his face and his hand and fingers. The mixture of the plesant feelings along with feeling tired, sore and hungry, Ellis had nodded off.

"Overalls?" Nick asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Ellis groaned and pushed at him with his fingers. "Mmmn... I love you." Nick tensed up a little bit, staring down at the mechanic. He relaxed and stared outside the window before mouthing

Love you too, Ellis.

This confused the conman so very much.

End~

Well, well, well... *pouts and twiddles fingers innocently* That was my fic! 3 I am going to thank the amazing Corky who gave me hints and tips throughout the entire thing with reviews and PMs! *giggle* Thank you all for those nice reviews and for reading it~! Now, excuse me as I go play L4D2 and kill Witches in Hard Rain~! *skips off merrily*