Traffic was flowing quite well this morning, Jude thought. There were no roadwork's, no accidents, and not too many cars. Jude decided that he didn't have to rush now, knowing that the way to work would be relatively quick.

He turned on the radio and began humming along to whatever was broadcasting. He didn't really listen to music, it was only since he had started dating Zero that he began listening to some tunes as they either on Zero's workout playlist or Zero's cool down playlist. He couldn't name any of the songs, but he could hum the melodies to a couple.

Jude pulled up in the far right lane to a red traffic light as the song changed. A few cars drove across in front of him, others pulled up next to him, as he settled further into the seat of his car. He loved his car. It was the first present Zero had gotten him, even before they were dating. It was a car he'd always wanted but never been able to afford (Porsches were very expensive), and Zero had somehow known and got him one without hesitation. God, did he love that man. He loved both sides of Zero – the public side which everyone saw, known as Zero; and his private truthful side, which only he was allowed to see, known as Gideon. Either way, Jude loved him.

The light turned green and Jude slowly pulled out. The others next to him did the same, when suddenly, an unknown force smashed into the side of Jude's car.

Everything slowed down.

Jude felt as if he was frozen, he saw every shard of broken glass fly in the air in front of him. With each piece, Jude relived every memory in his life. Memories long forgotten, memories ever present, all of them flashed before his brown eyes.

Time sped up again as the car stopped moving. Jude's head spun. It took him a minute to realise that he was upside down. His arm felt numb and he felt wet. He just hung there for a few moments, letting his head adjust to what was going on. He looked at his arm and then up to his shoulder. Ah, that's why it was numb. He had dislocated it. "That's gross." He winced out, trying to stay as calm as possible.

With his good arm, he felt down at his stomach and round his side. The wetness he could feel had stopped growing, which was a good sign, he hoped. He felt something sharp and then looked down. "Oh crap," he exhaled. A shard of rather menacing glass was sticking out of his side, a few drops of blood dripping onto the car roof. "It's a good job I had the roof up."

"Hello?" A voice called. "Hello? Can you hear me? Sir? Sir, can you hear me?"

Jude twisted his head to the side. He saw a fire-fighter and a paramedic lying flat on their stomachs, looking at him. Concern creased into their faces.

"Yes. I can hear you." Jude replied.

"Good." The paramedic replied. "Are you hurt?"

Jude nodded but he wanted to know something. "The... the other car... the one that hit me... are they alright?"

"Sir, you need to tell me if you are injured and where so we can assess the damage."

"Are they alright?" Jude asked more boldly. He's been ignored and sidetracked his whole life. If today was to be his last, he was putting an end to that.

The paramedic looked resigned so the fire-fighter answered. "They'll live and will probably suffer some jail time." He looked around the interior of the car. "Are you stuck?"

"Um... I don't know." Jude head felt like it was being hit with a sledgehammer that was on fire. "I have my seatbelt on, and I haven't tried to undo it."

"Can you try now?" Jude shook his head. "Why not?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea. My left arm is dislocated... and there is a giant piece of glass sticking out of my left side... torso area."

"Is there still blood coming from the wound?" The EMT now asked.

"Jude shook his head. "No, it's stopped. That's a good thing right?"

"Yes that's a good thing. Don't worry."

"Oh... I'm not... But I do feel a little dizzy..."

"That's probably all the blood rushing to your head." The fire-fighter interjected. "Don't worry. Now I've assessed the interior of the car, I know just how to get you out. Will you be able to hang on until we can get you out?"

Jude nodded his head and the fire-fighter left. The paramedic looked at Jude. "What's your name?"

"Jude..." His voice sounded strained and tired. "Jude Kinkade."

"Jude Kinkade? The EVP to the Los Angeles Devils?" Jude nodded his head. "Okay, is there anyone you'd like us to call?"

"Zero." He looked the EMT straight in the eye. "You need to call Zero."