Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic so let's hope it goes well. I love the hurt!Jack stories so this is my shot at one. If you haven't already read it, you have to check out "Where we go from here" by altschmerz. It's easily the best fanfic I have ever read, so I recommend it for all NYSM fans! (It's also a hurt!Jack story, and what inspired me to write my own, so thank you so much to the author!)

Anyways, this is set during the 2nd movie, but there aren't any spoilers, except for the fact that they all ride motorcycles at one point. I set it in NYC, though, so it's kind of the first movie, too. Also, excuse my little motorcycle and medical knowledge (I've watched like 2 episodes of Greys).

I hope you guys enjoy!

"Danny, I'm on your left!" Jack yelled over the roar of the motorcycle engine. He then pulled up next to Danny, maintaining their formation of the two in the back, and Merritt and Lula in the front.

The Four Horsemen had just ended a show, and their quickest escape route had been four conveniently parked motorcycles outside of the building. They sped through the streets of New York, dodging cars and other bikes. Despite the direness of the situation, the police chase of the four motorcycles somewhat blended in with the usual commotion of the city.

As the volume of the sirens behind them increased, Jack stole a quick glance behind him.

"Well shit," he muttered, noticing how close the police cars were now. He looked to his left at Danny, who didn't at all seem concerned, probably because he was too focused on not crashing his bike. Jack knew they had to escape the police, but he didn't want to endanger his fellow horsemen in any crazy motorcycle-centric distraction.

Without even thinking, Jack swerved ahead of Danny, trying to get the nearest cop car's attention.

"JACK! What the hell are you doing?" Danny shouted at him, concern laced in his voice. He knew that Jack grew up in the city, but motorcycles were new to all of them.

"Just go, I got it!" Jack yelled back. And with that, he cut in front of Merritt and Lula, managing to snag the attention of all three police cars that were pursuing them. They sped past the other three horsemen, their focus solely on the dark figure in the leather jacket.

Hearing the sirens get louder, Jack triumphantly turned around, happy to see all of the cop cars behind him, and Merritt, Danny and Lula safely in the distance. However, his victory wasn't long lived. As he turned back to the road, he was met with a giant truck pulling out of the alley in front of him.

"Oh hell no." While colorfully swearing to himself, Jack managed to start to turn the bike sideways; however, it skidded to a complete stop (faster than he had anticipated), tossing him off the side of the bike in the process. He collided with the ground, the initial impact knocking all of the wind out of him. He rolled a few feet, hitting the ground harder each time he began a new rotation, and then skidded to a stop against the pavement. He pushed himself up onto his hand and knees, groaning at the newly introduced pain all throughout his body, but especially in his torso. He finally got himself up to one knee, one hand protectively wrapped around his stomach.

"Goddamn it Jack! You ok, kid?"

Jack's focus shifted to Merritt standing in front of him, motorcycle parked near by.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm good," he managed to get out in between shaky breaths.

"Good. I'd love to sit and chat, but we gotta get outta here," Merritt stated abruptly, offering his hand out to the crumpled horseman. He eyed Jack as he struggled to get himself up, concerned at the younger man's fogginess. It was unlike Jack to be so sluggish; he was always so sharp and alert. Merritt made a mental note to interrogate Jack further once they got back to the apartment.

Jack reached up and grabbed Merritt's hand, thankful for the support. They mounted Merritt's bike and sped back to the apartment, Jack pleased to see the police cars aimlessly driving down the alley that the truck had come out of.

"Where are they? It's been like… 20 minutes!" Daniel exclaimed, worried about Merritt and Jack's whereabouts.

"Relax, Danny, they're probably fine," Lula countered, her laid-back manner clashing with Danny's controlling ways.

Just as she had said this, the door opened, and Merritt and Jack entered. Merritt walked in with Jack by his side, almost all of the kid's weight on Merritt as he helped him over to the couch. Lula's eyes widened as she saw Jack; he looked horrible. His face was scratched up, and each step seemed to pain him, as he winced every time his body was jostled in the slightest way. His arm was wrapped around Merritt's shoulder, all his weight resting on the mentalist.

"What the hell happened?" Lula questioned, immediately crouching down by Jack. Merritt had gotten him to the couch where he now half-laid down half-sat up, looking extremely uncomfortable with every breath he took.

"Yeah, you look like shit," Danny remarked. He came over next to Lula, noticing the long gash along Jack's cheek. He reached down to Jack's chin, slightly turning his face so he could better examine the cut.

"Jackie-boy here had a little motorcycle accident," Merritt answered, earning a pissed-off glance from Jack.

"Yeah, I'll say," Danny replied, still looking at the gash on Jack's face, continuing to tilt Jack's head in different directions. In the meantime, Lula had ran to get the first aid kit they kept in the apartment.

"What are you, Meredith Grey?" Jack smirked, slightly amused at Danny's sudden medical knowledge and make-shift first aid kit.

"Yeah, and that makes you James frikin' Bond, now, doesn't it? Trying to pull off motorcycle stunts," Danny countered.

"Touche, Atlas, Touche. But, c'mon, I got the cops to go- OW Danny, what the hell was that?"

Danny smirked at Jack, holding a disinfecting wipe in his hand.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you that was gonna sting," he said, not-so apologetically.

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up."

Daniel just laughed as he pulled out a long enough bandaid to cover the cut.

"Oh, by the way, how did you cut your face if you were on a motorcycle with a helmet on?"

"'Cause when I fell off, my helmet got knocked off, dumbass," Jack shot back, a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm the dumbass here. My face doesn't look like it just hit the concrete..."

While the two were bickering, Lula had sat there in silence, still concerned about Jack. Although he was joking around with Daniel, something didn't seem right. Every time he would laugh or move so Daniel could tend to his cuts, he would do so stiffly, almost to the point where it seemed to pain him. Merritt didn't seem concerned, as he had left Jack with Danny to go make some coffee.

"Jack, are you sure you're ok?" she finally asked.

"I mean, he's pretty stupid if you ask me…" Danny trailed off, putting away the med kit.

Lula glared at him, but then refocused on Jack, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little banged up, but I'm good," Jack answered with a smile. If he was being honest, no, he wasn't entirely fine. His face stung a little, but that had already been taken care of. Now that the adrenaline had worn off and Daniel was no longer there to distract him with his jokes and teasing ways, the familiar ache had come back to his torso. He figured he just had a few nasty bruises and it wasn't anything to worry about, though, so he restrained from telling Lula and the others.

"Alright…" Lula replied, still unsure of his answer. "If anything starts to bother you, you let us know, ok?"

"Promise," Jack said, his signature goofy smile gracing his lips.

Lula couldn't help but smile back, and let out a small giggle at Jack's childishness. She sank down into the couch beside him, his head and back resting on her shoulder. Draping her around around his side and laying it on his stomach, she felt Jack tense up and heard a small gasp. She craned her neck around to look at his face. Seeing her worried expression, he quickly thought up a lie.

"You just scared me, that's all…" he spat out, first thing that came to his mind.

She sighed, knowing that something really was wrong, but she didn't want to push just yet.

"Ok, if you say so. Just get some sleep, ok?" She kissed the top of his forehead and rested her head on the back of the couch.

Jack smiled, curling closer into her shoulder. He began drifting off to sleep, but the pain in his torso kept growing. Finally, sleep overcame him, giving him relief for the first time since the crash.

Hope everyone enjoyed! If I get enough interest in this story, I'll post the second chapter, so read and review please! Thank you all!