A/N: I would've had this up earlier, but my friend (her penname is bbop11rocks) and I were partying it up earlier. Haha. You know how I am.

Disclaimer: own nothing at all, guys. Sorry.

His eyes were frantic, the panic glowing in them brighter than the headlights of his car did in the dead of midnight. His death-grip on the wheel had his knuckles white as snow. And the car sped down the highway at light speed as he prayed for some kind of miracle to save the red-haired beauty beside him.

She had just... dropped? His mind couldn't fully wrap around what had happened. She had just crashed into his arms like a bloody rag doll, her body collapsing against him with surprising force. He grabbed her and tried to rouse her, but her emerald eyes wouldn't flutter open or even flit as a sign that she was awake.

He knew he had to get her to safety. Quickly.

Why had they even gone out in the first place? It was a dumb idea, taking Gwen to stake out an arms-deal. She wouldn't have been able to hold her own in such a hostile environment. He cursed himself for not thinking of weapons against her defenses. Mana wasn't the strongest against big weapons like laser lances and cannons of steel and such. He of all people knew that. Yet she remained cold and silent in the passenger seat because of his stupid mistake.

What had he been thinking? Taking her with had been his worst idea yet.

Kevin let his car drag around a sharp curve, the back drifting out further than he would've liked. His knuckles remained white with his grip on the wheel as darkness haunted his obsidian orbs.

It was quiet; he was desperate. He whipped herder around the corner. Headlights shone in his eyes and he barely managed to rip around the edge of the massive truck before it barreled into the side of his precious Camaro.

His mind whirled as one of the rear wheels caught on the edge of the cliff his car sped along, dragging it down enough to send the other side flying around and downwards towards the unwelcoming ground below.

By the end of the horrifying, spiraling freefall, he had managed to wind up with enough broken bones to last himself a lifetime. But he didn't pause for a second, reaching over into the passenger seat to grab the now bleeding redhead with fear in his orbs that had been blackened with immense pain and misery.

He held her tightly and kept walking, his face twisting into a wincing grimace every few steps. But Kevin didn't stop. He had to get her help. He left his beloved car behind for something so much more important. Gwen.

As he pushed his way up the long hill again, headlights blared into his eyes, making him blink and take a step back, nearly stumbling with the girl in his twisted arms. Despite the icy, agonizing ache that echoed through his body, he tried to get the attention of the driver. And the car kept going.

He let out a long, low moan and trudged on down the road the way he had been going in the car. His eyes remained dark, clouded over with the agony that possessed his limbs and muscles, his whole body broken. It was a miracle Gwen had fared better. She was hardly even bleeding, the only issues were a few shards of the windshield's glass embedded in her pristine and pale skin. His half of the car had been mangled to bits and pieces.

Kevin kept moving, afraid to stop and give in to his bloodied wounds. Then Gwen would never be safe.

Supporting the Anodite's limp body against his chest and in the crook of one arm, he used the other hand to reach into his back pocket, wincing as his arm twisted in a pain-inducing way. A long, low whine escaped him as he pulled his arm back around, the feeling of knives in his skin ripping through his well-muscled arms.

The badge blinked in his palm. "Ben," he breathed, finding his voice as shattered as his body. "Ben, I need you now. Gwen's down and I'm hurt." A sad whimper escaped him as his legs gave way below him. "It was a bad idea to take her out on this mission. Just come get us. Fast. I don't know how Gwen's doing and I don't think I can keep this up much... longer." He stayed on the side of the road, his body crumpling over to one side into the desert's dust as he felt himself giving up. He held his badge until he couldn't get it in a good grasp any longer. "Please, Tennyson."

Kevin's consciousness slipped as the darkness enveloped him in a warm blanket, leaving him only with fierce pain in the blackened night.

When his obsidian eyes opened again, Ben was standing over him with a smug smile on his annoying little face. "Good to see you awake, Mr. Hotshot."

The first thing he managed to say was already easily seen in the ebony portals to his soul. "Where's Gwen?"

"I'm here," came her soft voice from the far side of the room, the redhead standing on shaky legs to get over to her boyfriend. She managed to get over to him with a weak smile sitting on her thin, pale pink lips. "As for you..."

Kevin smirked, already assuming the worst before anyone could tell him.

"Broke everything," snickered Ben. "I thought you said you could drive, Kevin?"

The Osmosian was still smirking as his exposed fingertips ran over the surface of whatever he was laying on. A thick sheet of armor covered him. He kept absorbing it until it was penetrating his pale skin and making him stronger and stronger.

"Kevin, you don't have to show off," scolded Ben as he stalked off, irritated that the dark teen had healed himself in practically seconds before standing up and holding onto Gwen as if she were the last person on Earth.

A/N: I thought another dramatic one was necessary. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!

~Sky