Let's just get down to the point: I don't own Drake & Josh characters or anything like that. "Collide" is sung and written by Howie Day.

So, got to watch ER. I miss all the old doctors.

What happens when the past comes back to haunt you? Want to find out? Read on. Oh, for this chapter, I don't own "I Will Carry You" (yes, another Clay Aiken song, but I couldn't think of a different one to fit the situation).

Drake and Cassandra left for home the next morning. They were both happy that they had been able to spend time with each other. They couldn't be alone very often and had enjoyed the weekend.

Drake drove at the speed limit. Cassandra's parents had asked him about his driving. He promised he wouldn't go over the speed limit. Josh even told them he was a pretty good driver. They did leave out the part about Drake failing his driving test the first time. Things were going smoothly until he glanced into his rear-view mirror and saw the front of a car. He heard the crunching of metal on metal and felt a jolt come from the back of the car. He flew forward and, luckily, was caught by his seat belt. The car rolled forward and stopped.

It took a moment for Drake to register what had just happened. His first thought was Cassandra. He turned to her to see if she was alright. When he looked, he saw she was shaking pretty badly.

"Cassie," he said, gently touching her shoulder. She jumped and looked at Drake with horrified eyes. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Thankfully, they'd been hit in the back and neither of them were physically hurt. At least, nothing too drastic to see. Drake slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello," he said. "Yes, I've been in an accident...mmm-hmm, with my girlfriend. I think we're both okay...we were hit in the back. No, no one was in the backseat. I don't know about the other car...where are we?" Drake looked up at a sign by the side of the road and told the operator. "Okay...thank you." He closed his cell phone and put it back in his pocket. He turned back to Cassandra. "Cassie?" he asked again. "Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know," she replied shakily.

"It's okay Cassie," Drake responded. He slid his hand into hers. She had lost her brother in a car accident. He couldn't even begin to know what she was thinking about. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better either.

In a few minutes, two police cars and an ambulance arrived. One of the police officers got out of his car and walked over to Drake's.

"You both okay?" the officer asked, sounding concerned.

"Yes," said Drake. "She's a little shaken up though."

"We'll have the paramedics take a look at her," replied the officer. Just step out of the car carefully, okay? There's an awful lot of broken glass."

Drake let go of Cassandra's hand and got out of the car. He came around and opened her door. She looked very frightened. He took her hand and helped her out of the car. She was still badly shaken. Drake couldn't believe this was happening. He looked at the back of the car and thanked God that nothing had happened to either of them. The back was completely smashed. One of the paramedics walked up to Drake and Cassandra.

"Hello," said the paramedic. "Officer Carlisle told me you were a bit shaken and told me to take a look at you," she said. She looked over Cassandra carefully. "You look in good physical health to me. I think you're shaking more because of shock of the situation." She turned to Drake and looked him over. "You're fine too," she said. "Try to comfort her," said the paramedic. "I think she'll be okay. I'm guessing she's had problems with accidents before."

Drake nodded in reply. The paramedic walked away, and Drake turned to Cassandra.

"Hey," he said. "Want to sit down?"

Cassandra nodded in response, and they sat on the grass a little ways away from the road. Drake looked at the back end of his car. It was going to be so expensive to repair. It was mutilated. Then, he looked back at Cassandra and knew the car didn't matter so much. He brought his arms around her. He wanted her to feel safe.

"Excuse me," said Officer Carlisle. "Would you like me to call someone to pick you up?"

"I can do it," said Drake. He got out his cell phone and decided to call his dad. His mom would freak out. His dad would too but would manage to stay more calm. It would be easier for Walter to explain things to his mom anyway. He called Walter on his cell phone and explained what had happened. Walter sounded very worried. When Drake reassured him they were both alright, they hung up. Drake looked down at Cassandra.He was still holding her. "My dad is going to come get us, okay?" said Drake. Cassandra only nodded again. Drake didn't know what to do for her. She was scared. He could see that clearly. What could he do? Very softly he sang to her.

When your world breaks down
And the voices tell you turn around
When your dreams give out
I will carry you
Carry you
When the stars go blind
And the darkness starts to flood your eyes
When you're fallin' behind
I will carry you

Drake glanced up. The driver of the other car was arguing with a police officer. The man who hit them had a cut on his forehead. He didn't look too happy.

"You're just lucky you and those kids are okay," said the officer. "Talking on your cell phone while you were driving. What were you thinking? That poor girl is shaking. Now, you're trying to throw the blame on the boy. I don't care if the front of your car is totalled and it won't run again. This accident is mostly your fault."

"Shouldn't he have been checking his mirrors?" argued the man.

"Yes, but you were coming so fast there was nothing he could have done," said the officer. "I'm afraid any court would blame you. Talking on your cell is dangerous when driving."

The man looked angry. He walked around and cursed. Drake shook his head. He stroked Cassandra's hair. He hoped she'd be okay.

About an hour later, Walter arrived to find the two teenagers.

"Are you two okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Drake. Cassandra still hadn't spoken much, and Drake was starting to worry. He'd asked the paramedics, but they said she'd talk when she was up to it. He sighed, and they got in his dad's car. Drake's car had long since been taken to a garage. They'd let him know in a few days whether they could fix it or not. He didn't care about the car though. Yeah, it had cost a lot, and he'd spent his savings on it, but he didn't care as long as he and Cassandra were okay, and as much as it was the other guy's fault, he was glad he was okay too.

Walter spoke with one of the officers.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes," said the officer. "Except for the cars. You'll get notification on the car from the garage it was sent to in a few days. I wouldn't worry so much about the cars though. They were all wearing their seatbelts, so no one was hurt. The man in back of your son was on his cell phone. He wasn't paying attention and came up too fast for your son to do anything about it."

"I see," said Walter. "As long as the kids are okay. Can I bring them home now?"

"Yes you can," said the officer. "The girl looks like she needs some rest anyway."

"Thank you," Walter replied. He walked over to Drake and Cassandra and asked, "Ready to go home?"

Cassandra didn't say much on the drive home. Drake sat in the back with her. Walter stopped for gas and glanced back at them, looking concerned. Cassandra had stopped shaking, but she still had the same horrified look on her face.

This isn't over with...I'm going to purposely leave you hanging. :-) I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.

Just a forewarning, I have college finals and last tests and papers coming up, so I might not have time to update the story as frequently. Just letting you guys know. I might still get to do at least one chapter a night. Otherwise, they may slow down a bit until next Thursday. I only have four more days left of the semester! Whee! Okay, odd moment. :-)