A/N: Guys I'm sorry for the slow update! I've been taking a break from all my fics to work on a book I'm writing that I want to get done by Christmas, but as I'm ahead of schedule I decided to get back to this...

I'll hopefully be updating again either next weekend or maybe before

I hope you enjoy! :D

xx

Jamie tried to smile, looking down at Allie's face. She as staring up at him in shock, the tears still going down her face, here eyes wide and shiny.

"Jamie…what…"
She struggled to get to her feet, reaching out a hand. He tried to stand straight, but his stomach was hurting too much and he winced.

She got to her feet and reached out, one hand clasping each of his upper arms and holding his steady. She took in his pale, chalky white complexion, even more pale than usual, the bruises and cuts littering his skin. Then she saw his chest and gasped, reaching out. He tried to duck backwards, but stumbled and fell, his legs buckling at the pain that coursed through his body.

He hit the earth hard, with a groan that he couldn't contain. She was down at his side within seconds, kneeling and gently easing his shirt up over his torso.

He lifted his head a little to see what sort of a mess he was in, and despite the fact he could feel the pain it surprised him.

His stomach was coated with blood, the cuts that had been healed by Don before he had collapsed had been reopened. He couldn't really make out where the actual cuts were because there was too much blood covering it.

Allie was crying again, but swallowing and gulping down tears and trying to hold in the sobs as she assessed his wounds. He let his eyes wander over to the jeep. It took him a moment to recognise it, all ripped up and burnt. He felt a rush of concern inside him but then forced himself to calm. He knew he would have felt it if Scott had been seriously injured or killed.

Through her tears Allie saw the direction of his gaze and looked back down at him, her face tortured.

"It was my fault…I tried to kill the flies and everything blew up…"

Jamie couldn't make much sense of what exactly she meant, but he just nodded. "Was an accident" he mumbled.

She nodded furiously, and then suddenly stood and went over to the jeep, climbing inside the mess, carefully lifting her legs over the sharp edges, and vanished inside. He tried to sit up to see what she was doing but couldn't find the strength, and just lay back, waiting for her to come back out.

She did so and hopped out, landing next to him and holding a big cloth and a piece of canvas with a big carton of water.

She hesitated for a moment kneeling back in her original spot, looking scared.

"I don't know what to do…sorry I think it will hurt a lot…"

He nodded again, bracing himself and just wanting it over. She stared into his eyes for a moment, then bent closer, staring intently at his face, eyes darting around to take in his cheekbones, his eyebrows, his forehead, his lips.

"I know you from somewhere. You will be okay." She whispered.

Jamie was starting to feel worse, like he was going to pass out, and her words still didn't make much sense in his muddled mind but he nodded again, now his main means of communication.

"Know you too…s'all okay."

She nodded back, smiling tearfully, and then lifted the water and topped a little on his stomach. The pain was searing, but the coolness of the water somehow made it feel better. Far from tipping him over the edge in unconsciousness as he had hoped, the pain made him wake up more, made him feel more alert.

She started to wipe at the water, gently, putting as little pressure on it as possible, but it still hurt. He gritted his teeth, trying not to complain.

She saw the pain, and said "you are doing well. It isn't looking too bad, now its cleaner…"

He lifted his head, and saw that she had wiped away a lot of the excess cuts. The skin had one main cut, a huge gash straight down his stomach in a vertical slash. It was deep, he could see layers of muscle revealed from beneath it, and it was re-filling itself with blood.

Allie suddenly jumped back up and vanished into the jeep. Guessing she would just be a minute, Jamie observed the rest of his torso.

The bruising on his sides, around his ribs, was disgusting. It was a deep black in the idle, moulding out to green and purple on the outside. He had a lot of tiny scratches and cuts, sliced along his sides, also refilling.

Allie returned then, but this time she was pulling someone out with her. It was Matt, his head down. As soon as she had got him out, he stumbled a few metres away and threw up violently. He stayed where he was, Jamie watching warily even as blood started to trickle down his sides again.

Allie noticed and panic flashed across her face. She started tugging on Matt's arm, urging him to stand up. She was talking, muttering something that Jamie couldn't hear.

There was a loud creaking and he turned to see the door of the front of the jeep swinging open. Someone was slumped over in their seat, sliding out. The seatbelt kept them stuck but they managed to unclip it with numb arms and tumbled out, hitting the floor with a thud and staying there.

He could hear other sounds of activity from inside the jeep and Jamie felt relief as he recognised the sounds; the Professor's pained but strong voice, Pedro's confusing nattering in his own language, and finally, a long loud moan that he instantly knew had to be Scott.

Oi.

….Jamie? Where are you?

Get you lazy ass out the jeep and see you muppet.

He felt joy surging through his heart, knowing he and Scott, the dynamic duo, were back in action- telepathically speaking.

He heard shifting in the jeep, knew the remaining members of the group inside were making the way out, but then he heard something else, something that made him panic…

"There 'e is! Fucking get 'im! Ain't no one escaping us that easy!"