A/N: There is character death.

Pt. 2

The Wreckage

Jack's POV

"Okay, I think I've had enough of that…" I tell myself, flipping the TV off. An hour without beer, in my condition, was not normal, so after, maybe, 30 minutes or so, I went out to get more.

On The Highway

As I drove, and drove, and drove some more, I realized that I was on the highway. I wanted to turn back but I felt free.

Speeding
Into the horizon
Dreaming of the siren
Wishing for her broken glass on the highway
It could be so easy

It's like I didn't have to think. 'Well, this is way better that drowning yourself in alcohol' I think sarcastically. Everything was quiet, that is, until...

The rhythm
Rhythm of an engine
Always makes me empty
I see the headlights coming at me
I can't help but wonder

"Holy sh…" The sound of my breaks fill air. I could picture my car ramming into theirs, with what's left of my hair being blown back by such a quick impact.

Flying
Flying in slow motion
Wind through my hair
And ripping through the scene that's made of the wreckage
It is not a secret

Sam's POV

About, give or take, an hour and a half after Pete left for a convention in Denver, my phone rang loudly. I blindly reached for the phone and greeted the person with a weary hello. I could hear sobbing on the other line and was about to tell them they had the wrong number when I realized it was Janet. "Sam… it's Jack..." The phone dropped out of my hand, landing on my bed. On the phone, I could hear Janet desperately trying to reach me as I ran out of my bedroom.

I grab the nearest coat I could wear along with my car keys and head out the door, not even bothering to call Pete and tell him were I was heading. The roar of thunder and the heavy rain did not startle me for all I could hear was the ring of the phone and Janet's uncontrolled but silent sobs. "Sam… its Jack, he was in a car accident. Sam… he doesn't look so good… Sam?" after that I had already let go of the phone.

Speeding
Into the horizon

I rode my Volvo as fast as I could to the scene but was stopped by local police. "Ma'am you have to back up, ma'am… ma'am." their voices was so distant I could barely hear them and the sirens weren't any help.

I told them that I knew a person in the accident and they let me pass. I saw Daniel, Cassy, and Janet by a black SUV. Janet pulled me into a friendly comforting hug, my shirt getting soaked in rainwater and tears. "Did they get him to a hospital yet?" I asked in a soft –trying to keep my cool- voice. Daniel shook his head.

"They haven't got him out yet." Daniel said sadly but still had some hope.

And it was right there that they had gotten him out and on a stretcher. I watched in the back of the yellow tapeline in horror as they rusted him into an ambulance. (forgot what that thing that police pull up during a crime scene was called.) His skin was so pale and covered in red that it made me pass out.

Dreaming of the siren

When I awoke, Janet and Cassy were sitting at the foot of the hospital bed. "He wanted you to know that… he loved you very much… I'm sorry." Cassy said sympathetically.

I was speechless. Knowing that I would need my space, Janet escorted Cassy back to the waiting room.

"I'll talk to you later." and that was all she said before they left.

In The Waiting Room

"Maybe we can help?" Daniel suggests.

Janet shakes her head. "Only he can, Daniel, only he can." and her eyes graze back, a sisterly concern look on her face.

Sam's POV

I stare blankly at my window and watch the rain slowly slide off - reminding me of my unshed tears that threaten to spill from the grief of his departure – and wonder; will I ever feel safe again?

Wishing for her broken glass on the highway
It could be so easy

A/N: Song by Vanessa Carlton 'The Wreckage'