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Oh god I'm such a blonde. I forgot to add the disclaimer.

Ok, here it is.

Disclaimer: This crazy psychotic teen does NOT own them. Sadly. However much she wants to.

Could I have them for Xmas tho?

"Oh no," Frank murmured. "Please no!"

Gathering his wits, he leaned over the smashed guardrail and peered down the gully.

He could just make out the form of the van lying on its side, partially covered in snow.

"Joe!" he screamed.

He raced back to the car as fast as he could, without breaking a leg. He dialled 911 and waited impatiently as the phone rang a few times before being answered. Quickly, Frank explained what had happened and their location. The operator hung up, promising to send the police and an ambulance.

Frank was tempted to climb down and see how badly his brother was hurt, but the slippery ground offered no traction and the last thing Frank needed was a broken leg.

He sighed and turned the heater up more. He hoped Joe was, or would be okay.

A knock on the window startled Frank out of his reverie.

He looked up into the concerned eyes of Patrolman Con Riley.

"Oh Con, thank God you're here!" Frank exclaimed, opening the door. "How far away is the ambulance?"

"Not far away at all. Mind briefing me?" Con asked.

Frank told him all that he knew. Then he led Con over to the guardrail and pointed out the wreckage to him. Con was shocked. He doubted Joe had survived. He didn't voice his thoughts for fear of upsetting Frank further.

Joe woke to the feeling of someone tapping his shoulder gently. "Hey buddy. C'mon, speak to me. We need to know what hurts,"

Joe moaned.

"C'mon mate! Stay awake…"

Joe didn't hear the rest; he had slipped back into unconsciousness again.

"How is he?" Frank asked one of the EMT's.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, mate," the Australian EMT replied. "He's alive but isn't not in very stable condition by the looks of it, but we won't know more until we get him to the hospital. It's going to be hard to get him out of the car, considering the footing is not great and the car is very mangled."

"Is he conscious?" Frank asked.

"He was, but he passed out soon after he woke up."

Half an hour later, Frank was standing next to the wreckage, watching as they tried to get Joe onto the stretcher. He could barely hold back tears, as he saw how bad Joe looked.

The EMT's covered Joe with a foil space blanket and strapped him to the portable stretcher, preparing him for the hike back up to the road.

Once they reached the roadside, the paramedics loaded Joe into the ambulance where they began trying to patch him up as best as they could.

Frank asked to ride in the ambulance with his brother, but they refused since there was not enough room.

Frank sat in the driver's seat of his mother's car, head in his hands.

"Frank?"

He looked up, startled. Chet Morton stood outside the car, looking awkward.

"How is he, Frank?" Chet asked softly. "Your dad called. He's still away on a case, but Con Riley called him on his cell phone."

Frank wiped his hand tiredly across his face. "I don't know."

"Go have a look," he added, gesturing over to where the wreck had been brought back up the incline and onto the road.

Chet stuffed his cold hands back into his pockets, and carefully made his way over to the remains of the Hardy van.

"Oh gosh," was all he could say as he stared at the barely recognizable van.

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