A/N: Okay, JFCers, please, please, please don't kill us. Or flame us. Or any kind of painful torture. It was enough writing this. So, we are truly sorry. I swear.

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Chapter Four

The first thing I smelled was smoke. It swirled into my lungs and I had the terrible feeling that I was in a burning building.

The fact that I wasn't was the only thing I had to be thankful for.

This can't be happening. This can not be happening. This is not happening.

I opened my eyes to find our car smashed into the hill, the windshield was cracked on Jesse's side, and the hood had buckled up. I thanked god that this car had airbags. Mine had already deflated. I looked over and saw that Jesse's airbag hasn't deflated yet…because his hadn't come out.

"Oh god, no, Jesse" I whispered. He was slightly slumped over the steering wheel, his head had a cut from hitting the windshield, and he had already lost a lot of blood. I could see it pooling onto the floor.

I could hear sirens off in the distance and I seriously hoped that they were for us. Him, I mean. I was fine, obviously.

I reached over and grabbed Jesse's hand, shaking it gently, patting the top, "Jesse? Wake up, wake up now, Jesse! Jesse…" I was hysterical; I couldn't comprehend what I was saying anymore. I was shaking hard and sobbing, trying to avoid the inevitable.

"Hold on Jesse, Please hold on for me, I can't live without you, I don't want to live with out you," I Whispered giving his hand a tiny squeeze to let him know I was here. I leaned closer to his body, he was still warm. That had to be good, right? I closed my eyes and waited for the paramedics.

How could everything go so wrong, when everything was so right? I mean Jesse and I are getting married, Paul and I are finally friends, and most of all Paul and Jesse are friends.

This wasn't happening.

I refused to believe any of this was real. I was dreaming. I would wake up and everything would be okay. Jesse would be lying beside me (with a little bit of luck and…persuasiveness on my part), the sun would be shining in from the windows…

"Can you hear me Ms.?" a voice said interrupting my thoughts. I opened my eyes to find that the voice belonged to a paramedic. He had opened my door and was leaning in the car. The night came pouring back along with reality, spoiling my dream and crushing me like a physical blow.

"Yea" I managed to say

"Ok, does anything hurt?" he asked (A/N: I'm not sure what paramedics actually do, so just go along)

"I'm fine…Jesse, he's not…help him," I pleaded with the man.

"The driver," he asked, I nodded, "Well he's unconscious, he's lost a lot of blood from hitting his head on the dashboard, he's being seen too," he said.

Wait, they already took him out of the car? When did they do that? I looked over and found him being put on a gurney and being pushed into the ambulance. Then the ambulance was gone, speeding down the street towards the hospital. That was the last thing I saw before everything went black...Again

2 days later

When I woke up I was in a hospital, after a couple seconds all of it came rushing back. My first thought was, "where the hell am I?" My second thought made everything—everything—come rushing back to me.

The accident. Oh, crap. I'm alive, but where's Jesse? I shot up in the bed, searching desperately for him, only to receive a sharp pain in my head.

"Ms. Simon please lay down" he said

"Jesse, is that you?" I asked, it didn't sound like him, but nothing looked right. Everything was fuzzy and things sounded strange. Like people were speaking really slowly, through water, or something.

"No, I'm Dr. Banks, Ms. Simon," he said and I realized he was actually speaking slowly, probably so I could understand him, "You have a concussion, so unless you want to make it worse, please lie down" he added

I laid back down.

"How long have I been out" I asked

"2 days" he replied

"Oh, shit," he gave me a look and I said, "erm, sorry…Jesse, can I see him? Can I see my…fiancé?" I felt a smile creep across my lips. Fiancé. We were getting married. "May I see Jesse, please he always makes me feel better" I said to Dr. Banks. When he didn't answer I looked over at him, he had this look on his face, like he dreaded what he was going to say.

But he said it anyway. As soon as I caught a glimpse of his face, the smile faded off mine. I realized, with a start, that he was the same doctor that had saved Jesse all those years ago, after we'd come back from his time.

"Miss Simon," well, that sucked all together now didn't it? "I don't…there's never an easy way to say this, but Mr. De Silva…he didn't make it. I'm truly sorry. He died on the way to—"

I passed out.

A/N: I know! You're angry and may possibly need therapy (maybe that's just us…), but please, just review and read on before you kill us.