Disclaimer: Still don't own anything other than Nikki.

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Wait, I thought the city cut you off, Jerry.

Nikki edged closer on the top step of the stairs, hearing Jack's voice contribute to the fight. She knew he was grabbing onto the couch, with his nails digging in. She also knew that his eyes were wide in fear of what might happen, and that he could only bear to say a few things.

Douglas? Come on, man. This is Detroit. Sweet owns Douglas.

Nikki jumped up a little, hearing the doorbell ring. She couldn't quite see who it was, so she ran into Jack's bedroom, in case Bobby saw her sitting there. She didn't want his anger to be directed towards her also.

Hey look, fuck you man. I will kick your-

Nikki's eyebrows scrunched together, confused to who Jack was talking to. Slowly she crawled onto the bed. She stayed to the right of the window, watching as Jack grabbed a snow ball running after him. Turning to face the stairs for a second, as Bobby yelled Jack, Nikki's stomach tightened feeling that something wasn't right. She turned back to the window, and there it was.

The silence broken with a gun shot. It wasn't just a gunshot at a beer bottle. It was one that went right into her best friend. It was as if she was watching in slow motion as Jack fell onto his knees. Nikki's jaw dropped slightly, as she choked back a sob, her eyes quickly watering up. Her eyes were wide, her heart not beating at all, her body not moving an inch as if Jack's life depended on it.

Nikki's shoulders jumped as she watched the man with Jason Voorhees-esque hockey mask fly back. Confused, Nikki pressed her face against the cold window, looking down, seeing Bobby come out from the house. Nikki looked up, jaw dropping slowly as she saw a van of masked gun-men jump out. She watched as Jack tried to limp away.

"Shit," Nikki whispered to herself as they pointed their guns towards Jack. Nikki yelled one loud 'no', as Jack went down into the snow. Sitting down on the bed, and against the wall, Nikki put her two hands over her mouth. She quickly jumped off the bed as the gunshots fired continuously. On her hands and knees, staying low, Nikki turned around to see Jack's cell-phone on the night table. Shaking, she quickly crawled over, and grabbed it. Her shoulders jumped, the shots were deafening, as she ran to the bathroom, her knees sliding against the wooden floor.

Holding the cell phone tightly, her hand shaking violently, Nikki tried her best to get it together. Flipping the cell-phone open, Nikki tried her best in dialing 911. It was harder trying to give information. Nikki stared forward as the woman on the phone asked her questions, repeating it three or four times just so Nikki could realize what she was saying, and reply back.

Shutting the phone off, Nikki heard Angel run up the stairs. "Nick!" He yelled, and Nikki crawled to the door. He saw her from the corner of his eye as he ran into Evelyn's room, a gun in hand. "Stay right there, Nikki! Don't move!"

Nikki nodded, and whispered like a little kid, "Okay."

Sliding herself against the tiles in the bathroom, Nikki sat in between the shower and toilet, hugging her knees, and closing her eyes. She glued them shut until the shots quieted down to silence. "Jack," She said, opening her eyes, and crawling to the door. She peeked from the bathroom door, and retreated hearing a few shots fire towards the window in Evelyn's room. Poking her head back out the door, she watched as Angel kicked the glass out of the way, and climbed out. She crawled over to try and stop him, but he was already gone.

Avoiding the glass coating the floor, Nikki jumped onto Jack's bed, watching the two cars collide. Seeing that all the shooters were dead, Nikki looked down the window to see Bobby and Angel hurry to Jack. Breathing hard, she saw Jack start to shake, and she jumped off the bed, jumping over pieces of glass, and ran down the stairs. Nikki jumped down a few steps, and ran out of the door, with only her socks on.

"Nick, come here. Keep talkin' to Jack," Bobby yelled the instruction, turning and picking up the gun off the street. Nikki nodded, sliding into the snow, next to Jack, watching as he turned paler.

"Jack, hey, hey," Nikki said, holding his chin so he would face her. "Come on, come on, look at me," She said, her voice cracking at every word, and his eyes fluttered open. She watched the color in his eyes slowly turning grayer than blue, by the moment. "Ah shit, Jackie," She said, taking a deep breath, looking down at the blood rushing out of him. She saw him open his mouth, the blood covering his teeth, and dribbling down his cheek. "No," She said, getting it together, holding back the sobs and tears, giving him a stern look. She wiped his face, and stared at him, thinking.

"Angel, turn him over," She said gulping, and Angel looked at her, unable to comprehend anything at this point. "Turn him over," Nikki said again, and Angel did so. Holding up his upper body as his knees were against the ground, Nikki watched as Jack coughed blood out, knowing it would buy them time until the ambulance came. "Jerry," Nikki called out, and Jerry crawled to her side, "Put pressure on his right shoulder, maybe the bleeding will stop a little." Nikki's shoulders jumped, hearing the last gun shot of the day.

"Jackie," She said, kneeling against the snow, next to him, and trying to look up at him. She could see his eyes start to close, breathing slow down, and Angel started having trouble in holding up Jack's body, that was starting to give in by the second. "Jack, please, look at me," Nikki said, as Jack struggled to open his eyes. Nikki stared right into Jack, knowing he wasn't letting go because of the words that she was telling him. Nikki gave in to the tears that formed in her eyes, one flowing down her cheek. She bit her bottom lip, getting ready to block out the tears to help Jack through.

"Jackie, you can't leave me," Nikki said, shaking her head. She let out a small whimper, without wanting to, taking her surprise. She was trying her hardest to keep strong, but it was getting harder by the minute. "I can't fucking do it without you. You're all I have, so you- you're gonna have to hold on. You have to breathe and keep looking at me, okay?" Nikki stared as Jack's eyes burned into her, "We're gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay. You and me. We always gotta do it together, right?" She watched as his eyes roll back, "Jackie, no," Nikki said, in a panic. Slowly she got his attention again, and Nikki's face softened. "If you leave me now, then we can't be together," Nikki smiled a little as she said this, not sure if Jack was giving her a tiny smirk, or if she was just imagining it.

Taking her eyes off Jack for a moment, she looked at the street hearing the ambulance coming closer. "See Jackie, it's gonna be okay," She sniffled, turning to face his body limp, and eyes closed. Nikki stared, furrowed her eyebrows, and held his face in her hands, "Jack." He didn't budge. She gulped. "Jack," Nikki repeated as the ambulance parked, medicals running out. "Jackie," Nikki said a little louder, and gripped onto his face a little more. Angel laid him on his back, as they rushed over to him.

Bobby pulled Nikki away before she could put a hand over his heart, to make sure he was still breathing. "No, no," Nikki repeated, shaking her head, trying to jump out of Bobby's grasp, "Wait, no. Bobby, wait!" She yelled, wanting just to check for a heartbeat, as Bobby pulled her farther and farther away, so they could do their job. Giving up, Nikki turned around to look at Bobby, whose face looked more scared than she ever saw it before. She turned her head, watching as they crowded around him.

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Anon: Thanks for the review, and I'm glad you like the story.

Jayy: Thanks for the review, and yeah poor Jackie. Ay, Nikki and her worrying thoughts.

A/N: So I've been extremely sketchy about this chapter, and kinda scared to post it, to see how you'd guys react. I just didn't know if it captured the right emotion that the movie had since Nikki isn't in the action, she's just kind of behind the scenes. Ah, and I know I've had her very behind the scenes but in this chapter she's definitely in it.

The reviews are great. I love them a lot a lot, they definitely keep me writing, and make me want to make the story perfecto for those who read and review. Keep those reviews/thoughts/feedback coming.

I'm thinking of changing the summary, do you guys think I should? It just doesn't seem to fit the story, but I also don't want to make it sound cliché. Anyway, tell me if you think I should, or its fine the way it is.

Damn, way too long of an author's note.