"Charging 360, clear" cried the paramedic, furiously ramming the defibrillator into his patients chest, standing back as the body jolted forwards furiously. He turned his head quickly to the screen beside him. Nothing. The line continued flat.

"Come on," he whispered, repeating the same action, and yet again seeing nothing. The blunt, dull noise continued to cut through the now deserted road.

"Anything Tom?" cried his co worker amongst the hysteria.

"Nothing," he yelled back, pressing the pads against their chest yet again. "Any clue as to when we can get out of here?"

"They're still trying to get rid of some of the debris, the glass on the floor would puncture our tires right through. Any response?"

"No," said Tom, finally letting his shoulders fall and peering at the small screen, letting go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "I don't think this is gonna work now- it took too long for us to get here," he breathed, peering down at the lifeless face before him- wondering what could have happened to him. "How are the others getting along?"

"They're still battling to save that one girl, don't know about anyone else though…"

/

"Laura, give me some good news?" screeched another paramedic running beside the body of the blood drenched girl.

"She's hanging on, but we need to get her out of here," said Laura, who still using CPR on the girls lifeless body, making sure she didn't slip away again.

"Right," he said, peering around at the wreck.

"What the hell happened?" Laura whispered, her heart breaking as she looked at the girl-she didn't even know her name.

"Some drunk I think- crashed straight on into the back of them- they never had a chance…"

"Idiot," muttered Laura angrily, looking at the destruction that lay around her. "The driver?"

"Dead I think," replied the paramedic, looking out into the crowds "Oh, here we go, I think we may be able to get the ambulance in."

Laura snapped her head around and saw the fire brigade signalling for them that they had cleared a path. They could now get the girl to hospital, where she could receive better treatment than a New York street corner. Whether she would make it there would be entirely down to fate.

/

"They're bringing ambulances Tom," he heard someone call in the distance. But it didn't matter- he hadn't done his job his patient was dead.

"Get them to the others first- I was unable to save him," he yelled back.

"Any clue who he is?" asked another colleague who had just returned from loading the girl onto the ambulance- she was still clinging to life.

"Yeah, his wallet was over there…" Tom replied, pulling it toward him, so he could read the drivers licence. The guy in the photo looked so happy, so alive. He was barely recognisable lay out on the pavement here. His shirt was ripped open and his chest was badly bruised, with a gash along his left side. He was still. He was just cold. Dead.

"So what's his name?" he was asked.

"Ummm," he said, his eyes struggling to come into focus.

"His name's William Schuester"

/

Just a small chapter here, written quite quickly, just to tie the story together, everything should begin kicking off within the next few chapters.

Thank you to all who have reviewed. As to pairings right now I'm leaning towards Fuinn/Puckleberry, but I'll see where the characters end up and who it makes sense to pair them with. Any suggestions?