Bah ! Sorry it took so long to upload this part D: I have had it finished for about a day actually, but for some reason, they would not let me submit it ! . Also, I've been working on another fanfiction, it's also MCR, but it's a horror (my first :P) so, yeah, if you want, you can check it out :P I've only got the first two parts up, but there WILL be more ;) Thanks for the support and for being so patient ! :)

~Alteration Lover a.k.a Aulora~

Crimson could see the flames dancing about behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes ever so slightly, the first thing she saw was the desert sand beneath her face. How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was being in the car, and then the boulder …

She suddenly bolted into a sitting position, instantly wishing she hadn't. Her head swam, a sudden wave of nausea passing over her, causing her to keel over and vomit. Wiping away the vile substance from her mouth, she gingerly touched her forehead. When she brought her hand away, she realized that it was slick with blood.

Crimson fell back onto the earth, her eyes growing hazy. She stared at the waving flames as they curled around the burning wreckage of the car. Then, she saw a silhouette shadowed against the copper flames, its hair billowing in the wind. It came up to her until it was kneeling beside her bleeding head.

"Come on, we have to go," the figure said urgently. The voice was oddly familiar. And then it came to her.

"Disaster?" she mumbled, absolutely stunned. What was Disaster doing here? And why was she saving them?

"Come on, I'll explain everything later," Disaster helped Crimson to her feet.

"Take this," Crimson swallowed the red pill with difficulty, but as soon as she did, she felt extremely better. Her vision cleared, and she realized for the first time that night had fallen. Her headache had also died down considerably.

Crimson followed Disaster, and soon they came upon the rest of the group. They were all pretty battered up; sporting bruises and cuts of all sorts.

"Crimson!" Flame cried as soon as they came into sight. She flung herself at her, encircling her arms around her neck, getting her purple hair in Crimson's eyes. "Are you alright? Oh my god, your head!"

"It's not that bad, is it?" Crimson bit her lip, bringing her hand up to her head again. Flame just stared at it worriedly.

Ghoul suddenly sprung forth, cradling her in his arms. After a moment, he stepped back, looking her in the eye.

"We need to work on your driving skills," he smiled, and she couldn't help but smile too.

"Guys, we have to get out of the open," Disaster broke the silence, "There's a safe-house not far from here, maybe two miles?"

The group followed in her pursuit, and as they walked, Disaster explained how she had found them. After running out of the safe-house that morning, she had continued through the desert. After hours of running, she had heard a massive explosion in the distance. She had followed the noise, and after about an hour, had stumbled upon the wreckage of the spider car.

"Wait, where did the hovercraft go to?" Jet suddenly inquired. Disaster shrugged.

"When I arrived, there wasn't a thing in sight,"

Flame and Crimson exchanged glances. They were both thinking the same thing. Why would the hovercraft go to so much trouble to capture them, and then just vanish? And then there was the matter of Disaster. How had she traveled so far on foot in such a short amount of time? It didn't seem humanly possible.

They arrived at the safe-house in just over an hour. As soon as they walked in the door, Ghoul disappeared into the bedroom, mumbling something about a headache. The others took no notice. They were all pretty beat up from the crash. Jet still couldn't believe that the spider car was gone. How were they supposed to get Party Poison; wherever he was; now?

After inhaling yet another can of baked beans, Crimson headed off to the bedroom, which led to the bathroom, for a showed. She really needed to wash all the blood and grime away, along with some thoughts.

However, as she stepped in the room, she realized something was different. The room was lit be … candlelight? And there was Ghoul, standing at the end of the bed, his black hair molding around his face. He looked exceptional in the flickering light of the flames.

Crimson smiled, uncertain.

"What's all this?" she walked up to him, curiosity in her eyes. Ghoul took her hand, bringing her closer, kissing her cracked lips softly.

"I was thinking about it after the crash," he whispered. Crimson hung her head. It had been all her fault, she knew. Ghoul raised her head with his hand.

"And," he continued in a soft voice, "I realized that any day could very well be our last,"

"Don't say that-" she began, but Ghoul cut her off by placing a finger to her lips.

"It's true," and deep down, Crimson knew it was. This could be her last night on this earth.

"So I wanted you to know that I love you," he spoke so softly, his voice a mere murmur, "Forever and always,"

She tried to speak, to tell him how much he meant to her as well, but her voice was cut off by a gasp as Ghoul's cold fingers met the bare skin of her shoulders, slowly easing off her leather jacket.

She stepped back, falling onto the bed. It creaked under her weight and Ghouls. She propped herself up on her elbow, staring into his eyes. His hair hung over her face.

She tried not to show it, but she was terrified. She could deal with Drac's and S/CA/R/E/C/R/O/W/S and hell, she could even handle Korse himself, but this? Giving herself up emotionally and physically? True, she loved Ghoul with every ounce of her being, and this, like he'd said, could be the last night she ever saw, but-

All doubts melted out of her mind as he kissed her. She wrapped her unused arm around his neck, holding him closer. Her tongue traced his lower lip, and he smiled into the kiss.

Crimson fingered at his shirt, and he took it off, revealing the many patterns and images that were imprinted on his pale skin. She kissed down his jaw line and he murmured her name over and over again.

The candles blew out as they continued, leaving them alone and entwined. Safe and one.