Hey people, I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, I have been going through a rough writer's block and how to end this story, but I got over it! There nothing much else besides reviews!

Highflyer: Thanks! Callie isn't my favorite character (Joe is if you can't tell ;)) but she does definitely get portrayed as the bad guy a lot, which is unfortunate because she is a great character. Here's the next chapter for ya, and I will sure try to write some more!

ErinJordan: Yeah, it was really sweet, I had fun writing it. I don't do chapters like that too often.

Candylou: I hope so too! ;)

Ritu: I'm so glad you're excited, heres the next chapter!

Enjoy guys!


"Ok, if you could just sign here, he'll be free to go," the doctor said, handing Fenton her clipboard full of release papers. Fenton took a couple moments to scratch his signature into the papers and put the clipboard back down on the table. He put a comforting hand on his youngest' shoulder, who looked up at him and smiled.

"Ok, Mr. Hardy, Joe, you're all set to go. Keep taking those meds, and come back in two weeks so we can take a look at your shoulder. I don't want to see you here before then, okay?" She winked at the blonde and left.

Frank limped along on crutches next to his brother as Fenton pushed Joe's wheelchair. Joe pouted, his arm folded across his chest.

"Why do I have to be in the wheelchair? The cripple is over there." He jacked his thumb in Frank's direction and Frank just stuck out his tongue.

"Cause I got out yesterday. And trust me, crutches are not as fun as you think they are." It took a long of work to get the crutches to get moving in a rhythmic motion. But with the number of times the boys had been to the hospital, it never took long to get used to it.

"When we get to the car you can get out of it, but until we get there, no," Fenton said firmly, smiling at his sons' antics. They got to the car without any more problems. Frank got into the front seat, careful not to move his injured leg too much. The stitches that were covered by gauze were not very strong, but he only needed to keep them for about a week. Other than the rest of his injuries, a mild concussion and the back pain from falling off the building were fixable with pain medication.

Joe was helped by his father into the back seat of the car, his injured arm hung close to his chest by a sling. When Joe stood up from the wheelchair the world seemed to spin and tilt in front of his eyes and his steps faltered. He grabbed the door for support and instantly Fenton was there behind him in case he fell.

Frank turned around in his seat to look at his little brother. "Joe? You ok?"

Joe shut his eyes for a moment, trying to lessen the pounding in his head and get over the dizzy spell. Even though he had barely gone over a whisper, Frank's voice sounded like a railroad train blowing past his head. When it was mostly gone, he opened them back up and nodded with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My head just hurts." Joe sat down on the leather seats in the back of Fenton's car as the two other men looked at him concerned.

Fenton mumbled something Joe couldn't hear but both of them left it alone. Fenton plugged the keys into the car and started the engine, and soon they were on the highway driving to their house. Joe laid against the headrest of the seat, staring out the windows as they blew down the road.

Trees swirled together, making a long green splash of color against the blue sky. The other cars stretched and were compressed, making them different lengths. The sun shot out of the sky, sending lightning bolts of sun rays into Joe's eyes, blinding him. Whatever he did made his head hurt.

Stupid concussion, he thought to himself, but when even that hurt, he tried to shut down. Just to take a nap, then he would feel better.

Fenton and Frank sat silently in the front seat as Joe slept in the back. Frank's fingers tapped out a rhythm on the armrest in the car. His mind was wandering, thinking about everything that had happened. It was a mix of pain, anger, resentment. So he tried to focus on the good things.

Being home. Seeing his mom and dad. Joe was safe. Seeing his girlfriend. The dinner he and Callie planned as a double date with Joe and Vanessa tomorrow night. So much to look forward to.

Fenton flipped on the turn signal, listening to it click as the light flashed on the dashboard. He was happy, his sons were home, and Laura was home. Everything was all right. He glanced in the review mirror, sneaking a look at Joe. He was asleep, snoring softly. And Frank was looking out the window, quiet in his own thoughts.

Fenton looked across the intersection, checking for traffic. He had a red light and was turning left, so he couldn't move yet. Either way, the roads were clear. A second later, the light switched to green, and Fenton stepped on the gas.

Just as soon as he pulled out from his spot, a large truck came barreling down the road, running right into their car. The impact sent them flying, and the truck sped backward, away from the scene.

The Hardy's car flipped twice, until it crashed into the ground, on its side. They laid there in the middle of the intersection, with no other car around them. Above them, the traffic light slowly changed from green to a pulsing red.