Author's Note: I have two kids now but I am still absolute Terrornuckel trash! My updates will be slow so please be patient with me but I've been dying to write more. I hope you all enjoy!


The apartment the two shared was an absolute disaster after days of packing. There was stuff everywhere and it was going to be a pain to clean when they returned. "Are you sure you have everything?" Moo inquired as he spent a few moments looking over his suitcases. He checked things off his mental list and he felt satisfied, sure that he wasn't leaving anything behind.

Terroriser came bounding down the stairs from one of the bedrooms, more luggage in hand. "I'm sure Brocky." He answered confidently as he stacked the items by the front door. They'd been preparing for this trip for weeks, eager to get out of the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and into the Irish countryside while visiting Brian's family. Both men definitely needed a break from the everyday grind.

Brock only looked at the younger man skeptically, "You know I'm only asking because the last time we went on vacation you forgot both of our underwear and shoes." He couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle, remembering the frazzled run to Walmart because they didn't have what they needed. That was the last time he let his boyfriend be in charge of packing the necessities.

The Irishman rolled his eyes playfully as he approached Brock, helping him with the remaining suitcases. "That happened one time!" He defended, "and I can see you're never gonna let me live it down."

"Definitely not." The older man responded grinning.

"But you still love me," Terroriser retorted as a matter of fact. When he received a long silence from Brock, playful shock crossed his face. "I can't believe this!" He feigned hurt.

"It was a joke! I do still love you… So much that I'm leaving the country with you to see your family." Moo teased. It would be his first time in Ireland and he was pretty excited, especially to be traveling with the man he had planned on spending forever with. He brought a beautiful excitement to his life, one that opened his eyes and really made him live in the moment. For that, he was thankful.

"Mhmm…" Brian mumbled. "You better Brocky." He continued as he set the last load of luggage on the floor.

"Or what?" He challenged.

"Then no more kisses."

"You'd never be able to resist me…" Brock taunted, wagging his eyebrows and smiling. He moved his way closer to his boyfriend, catching his sweet scent in the process and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "I cannot wait to have you all to myself in Ireland." Brock kissed his cheek lightly, thinking of all the things they were going to do besides visit Brian's relatives. Terroriser had been busier, that was for sure; he'd been working long hours making YouTube videos and doing voice acting gigs. It was seriously cutting into his Moo Moo time and because of that, the older man had missed him.

"Please," Brian replied. "As if my mom is gonna let that happen. She's probably got every waking moment planned for us." He reciprocated Brock's touches, glancing into his deep brown eyes. He had to admit, he was giddy for this short time away from their careers. Despite how involved in work they both were though, it wasn't hard for them to make time for each other and their relationship. And ever since their long distance had come to an end, it had gotten easier and easier.

"I guess we'll just have to make time," The older man hinted, moving closer and closer to the lips he loved to kiss. He was about to close the space between them when an alarm on his phone went off, signaling it was time for them to leave. "We're gonna miss our flight." He pulled away from his boyfriend, grabbing his wallet and keys too.

Brian groaned, "Always a tease…"

"Come on, I'll kiss you in the car."

"Promise?" The Irishman pouted and Moo couldn't help but to roll his eyes again and smile. Brian would never be able to follow through with no kisses even if he wanted to - he was a fiend for the man he loved.

Brock laughed as the younger man continued to pout, "Yes now shut up and come on. Do you want to drive?" He was eager and didn't want to be late to the airport.

"Sure I'll drive sweetheart." Brian took the keys from him and they each grabbed some bags to load up into the car. Once they had everything ready to go, the two settled in their seats; Terroriser in the driver's and Brock in the passenger. It wasn't a long ride to the airport but the traffic was always an annoyance. Their hands linked together and rested on the console in the vehicle, a comfortable silence filling the air between the two as the Irishman drove. He took a few quick glances of his boyfriend once they stopped at a red light. "So how about that kiss now?" Not letting Brock forget what he had said back at the apartment. "My little passenger princess." Brian teased as an afterthought.

Brock laughed as he leaned over to capture Brian's lips. It was short and sweet but there was always electricity between them. "Happy?" The older man smiled.

"With you? Always." The younger man replied without missing a beat. Soon the light turned green and he started to drive again. Riding in the car with Moo was probably one of his many favorite things to do with the man he loved. Normally filled with road rage while he drove, with Brock in the car he was much calmer and loved looking over at him sitting beside him. They always held hands, or one of their hands would be on the other's thigh. Sometimes they even sang along to the radio, each of them taking turns on the AUX. It was always a pleasant experience.

A few more moments passed, their destination becoming closer with each mile that went by. Brock checked the time on his phone, "We should get there early and have time to grab some food at the airport, I'm a little hungry." He admitted.

"I could eat," Brian agreed, flashing a blinding smile to his boyfriend; he almost made a dirty joke about eating Brock, but decided against it. He just loved the older man so much, sometimes he couldn't help himself.

"So do you really think your mom has everything planned for us?" Brock inquired, getting back to their conversation from the apartment.

Brian shrugged, "It's been awhile since we've visited so yeah, more than likely."

Moo laughed, "She's probably gonna yell at us for being away for so long."

The Irishman laughed as well, "Oh definitely."

They continued their ride in the car until the traffic seemed to begin to back up on the highway. Terroriser groaned, getting antsy in his seat. For some reason, the road was blocked and there was a line of cars all perfectly in a row. Their vehicle came to a stop and Brock placed his hand on his boyfriend's leg in an attempt to calm him down. "It's okay," he got out. "We still have plenty of time." After all, they didn't want to have to reschedule their flight because of some traffic jam.

Police sirens sounded in the distance and both men were confused. "Do you hear that?" Brian asked. They were faint at first, but seemed to be growing closer with each second that passed. "Sounds like a patrol car…"

"Is there any way you can get to the side of the road?" Brock replied, not wanting to be in the way of law enforcement. He glanced out the windows to check if there was room or if anything could be seen.

"I don't think so…" Brian answered, turning the steering wheel if only slightly, but they were in bumper to bumper traffic and moving was impossible. The sirens were then heard louder and nothing in the universe could have prepared them for what was about to happen next.

"I wonder what's going on…" Moo trailed off, pulling out his phone to see if there were any alerts for the city.

"Probably just roadwork or an accident maybe."

"Yeah you're probably right."

"Hopefully we'll be moving soon," Terroriser added optimistically, looking to see if the long row of traffic had started to go forward at all.

"Wouldn't want to worry your mom by missing our flight…" However, the two were definitely not going to be boarding an airplane any time soon…

In the blink of an eye, an unknown vehicle from the opposite end of one of the many highways crashed into Brock's side of the car, smashing the door in and shattering the window. The glass was sprinkled upon them and they tried to cover their faces for protection. The sound was something out of a horror movie with the metal crunching and bending. It was like it came out of nowhere and had happened so fast the two didn't even have time to react. The couple had been jolted harshly, seatbelts jerking them but keeping them in place if only slightly. Neither of them had ever been in an accident before so it was shocking to say the least.

The police followed close behind and skimmed the other vehicles in the traffic jam as the unknown vehicle tried to maneuver through the row of cars. Both men jostled and Brian's eyes went wide as he saw his boyfriend's face hit the dashboard in the aftermath. "Fuck! Brock!?" His voice sounded so foreign to him in the moment. More police sirens went off in the distance, but Brian only cared about one thing - the man he loved who was now bleeding in the passenger seat. There was a huge mark on his head and the younger man was terrified. He seemed to be unconscious and Terroriser started to panic. All at once his skin went hot and his adrenaline started pumping. His sweaty fingers fumbled with his seatbelt but he was so shaky he couldn't even manage to get it undone. "Brock?" He called his name over and over again but got no response. He even tried grabbing his legs and shaking him. It was to no avail. Tears welled in his eyes because he genuinely didn't know what to do. Briefly, he wished it was his side of the car that had gotten hit instead of the other man. His boyfriend didn't deserve to be hurt like this.

Were other people hurt like Moo? Brian wracked his brain trying to process just exactly what the hell happened. There had to have been other cars involved, but he wasn't sure how many. Right now, he was in his own little world… In his head thinking about Brock and what was going to become of him. If he lost him? Well, if he lost him Brian was sure he'd never be able to come back from something like that. He tried to shake the thought, but it was hard with the current scene unfolding in front of him.

An ambulance and other sirens could be heard in the distance and Brian prayed they would arrive as soon as possible. Brock needed medical attention and the Irishman felt helpless as he looked him over and saw all the damage that had been done. He just wanted him to be okay. He grabbed the older man's hand and squeezed it as hard as he could, still hoping for some kind of response. However, there was nothing… Nothing but blood and tears. After assessing himself quickly, Brian concluded that he had taken no damage and he was thankful to be okay to care for Brock when needed. He felt guilty though too, guilty because if Brock had been driving then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

The ambulance rang closer and everything was a blur as they came into view. Medics were fast, using tools to remove Moo's door to get him out of the vehicle. Brian watched helplessly as he was placed on a stretcher and given oxygen immediately. Finally, the Irishman was able to get his own seatbelt off and exit the car. He needed to be with Brock, so he stood beside his limp body on the stretcher as they loaded him into the ambulance. He rubbed Brock's head, careful not to touch any blood and teared up again. "You're gonna be okay sweetheart." He whispered to him fearfully, praying that he actually would be okay. Right now, he wasn't even sure the love of his life would wake up.


Author's Note: To be continued…?