A/N Thank you so much for all the great reviews, they keep me writing! Well, let's not wait any longer, and git on to the story. Enjoy!

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The rain falling on his face made him squint. He wanted to rub his eyes, but soon found his left arm stuck between the wheel and the door.

Slowly opening his eyes, adjusting to the darkness around him, he tried to move his head, only finding out the top of the truck was now closer then before. Yet, he was able to turn his neck, and by looking down, he saw the reason for the pain in his left leg. A large branch must have broken the window, cause a piece of it was now imbedded into his leg. He wriggled his arm carefully, but when the flashes of pain he expected didn't come, he tugged harder. With one hard pull he wrenched his arm free and with two shaking hands, he pulled the piece of glass from his leg. A hiss of pain escaped his clenched teeth when it came free and he tossed the darned shard on the floor.

A soft rattling sound next to him caught his attention, but his still fuzzy mind couldn't quite comprehend where it came from. Turning his head trying to get a look at the darkened area, he tried to make out what was making the painfully familiar sound.

All of a sudden a flash of lightning gave him a brief look at the source of the sound and his breath caught in his throat. The cotton in his head vanishing the moment he remembered… Luke! He was the one next to him, he was the one making that gut-wrenching sound!

Turning as far as he could, he grabbed the flashlight which had conveniently been laying on the back seat. Turning it on, he immediately shone it towards the prone form of his cousin.

The sight that met him made him flinch back a bit. His older cousin was firmly stuck between the roof and the seat. Blood trickled down his head in a steady flow. Another dark stain made itself known when he shone the flashlight on his cousins midsection.

"Luke?" he whispered, almost afraid of making any noise.

No answer could be heard, as the laboured breath of his cousin kept going, still producing that painful sound. Shaking his head against the dull throb, panic started to surface, making it harder to breathe. Bo wriggled in his seat, knowing he had to find help soon. Reaching for the CB with still shaking hands, he said a small prayer to the Lord above, praying that the old thing would still work. Grabbing the CB, he slowly brought it to his mouth and pressed the button. The roughness of his voice amazed him and he tried to speak louder.

"This is Bo Duke, calling the Hazzardnet, anyone out there?"

His fears were confirmed when he heard nothing but a crackling noise when he released the sending button. But ol' Bo was no quitter, he tried again and again, but nothing happened.

"Please, we need help", he pleaded one last time, desperation filling his already rough voice. But only silence could be heard. Silence and the laboured breathing of his cousin. Turning his attention back to Luke, Bo couldn't help but shiver. It would be difficult to get his cousin out of his cramped position. It looked like his part of the roof had gotten the biggest impact of the tree and was imprisoning him in his seat.

Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, he gently touched Luke's shoulder, shaking his cousin softly.

"Luke, come on buddy, you gotta wake up", he pleaded, knowing they had to get out of there, soon.

After three gentle but firm shakes, his cousin suddenly moved slowly, releasing a low pain filled moan, eyes opening in a rush of panic when he realised the position he was in.

"Luke, Luke, it's okay, calm down cuz", Bo spoke in a reassuring voice, hoping it sounded better then he felt. But the first words Luke spoke, made Bo chuckle softly in relief, despite the seriousness of the situation.

"Bo? I'm stuck…"

"Yeah cuz, I know. But we'll get you out. How you holding up?" he asked, worry still evident in his voice, seeing the pained look in Luke's eyes.

"My head hurts", he replied, before turning his head as far as he could, so he could look his younger cousin in the eyes, "I guess the rest is kind of numb. How 'bout you?"

Bo cringed, that was Luke for ya, always more worried about someone else. Bo knew he was lucky, the blood flowing from his leg had stopped flowing and his head hurt a little, but he could focus more now. And he knew the thing to focus on now was Luke.

Feeling the rain pouring down through the broken window, Luke saw the frown on Bo's face and the clouds in his head started to disappear a bit. Deciding to come into action, he tried to move his arms first. The left one moved without trouble, but a second later a bright flash of pain moved through his right.

Bo noticed his cousin hiss in pain and saw the strange angle in which his arm was bent.

"Ehhh Luke, I wouldn't move that arm if I were you, I think it's broken."

Luke grumbled before saying, "Ya know what, I think yur right…" As he put his arm down carefully, he turned towards the dark void beside him, ignoring the claws op pain which were now starting to find their way towards his chest.

He heard the screeching of metal and felt panic rise up in his throat, "Bo? What are you doing? Where are you?" he asked, amazed by the scratchiness of his own voice.

And suddenly, the light of the flashlight was bouncing somewhere outside, and he could see a flash of yellow stumbling around the car, before seeing the flattened, wet blonde curls of his cousin appear outside next to the bent passenger-door.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips, as he saw how Bo was trying to wrench open the door. Yet he felt utterly helpless as he felt the truck shaking, while Bo wore a mask of concentration, trying to pry the door open. The numbness he had felt earlier started to disappear, making his body feel like on giant bruise, while all he could do was watch how Bo worked on the door.

The rain was pooling around him, soaking him and chilling him to the bone, but Bo kept pulling. He was determined to get the door open, even if it would take him all night. He was so focused on wrenching the door, he almost didn't hear Luke speak in a soft tone

"Bo, wait a second, if you pull, I'll push it from here, okay?"

Bo nodded, knowing it was the only way to get the bent door open.

"Alright, but you be careful now, ya hear?" he said before counting, "On three, one, two, three!" Bo yelled, yanking at the door with all the strength he had in him, while Luke pushed with all his might, causing flares of pain to stab at his chest and arm.

And after ten agonizing seconds, the door finally budged. With a large creak, it opened just enough so someone would fit through. Bending over, Bo took large gulps of breath, "We got it cuz, can you get out?"

Luke turned his upper body, ignoring the soaring pains, still tormenting his chest and stomach and keeping his broken arm as still as possible. But when he wanted to move his legs, he found them not to be cooperating and almost fell into Bo, who was standing with outstretched arms besides him.

Bo instinctively put one hand on his cousins side, keeping him sitting up in the constricted area he had been sitting in. Following Luke's gaze, he saw the cause of his cousins immobility. The crushed dashboard was keeping Luke's legs firmly set in place. A dreadful emotion flowed through his veins, how would they get out of this one?

Ol' Bo sure knows when they're in trouble, don't he? Let's hope those boys find themselves a way out of this one…