HA! I HAVE A DAY OFF FINALLY! God, really guys, I can't apologize enough to you. After promising updates, I was a huge douche and fell off the face of the earth. Hopefully, I'll get back on track now that I've fallen into a routine. Geh, school full time and working 32 hours a week is hard, and not conducive to creativity, and I've been stuck in a writer's block. I couldn't figure out how to fill in the gap between the beach, and well, L's entire history XD But, I have now made a stepping stone, so hopefully all will be well once more. As for maybe oblivion, I'm still lacking my crazy vibe, but hopefully that'll kick in sometime soon too.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Coincidentally, holding hands while driving is quite dangerous.

Several times, Light had to yank L's hand around to properly coordinate a left hand turn, and each one was spent halfway in each lane. His control of his speed suffered too, due to the lack of focus, and he caught himself doing seventy in a forty at one point. He was really lucky that that particular road was one less traveled, and therefore less patrolled.

Luck couldn't hold out forever though.

And so, they took one particular turn a bit too hard.

They drifted over to the left lane, just ever so slightly on a right curve in the road.

In one defining screech, a black car scraped against a red one, the friction eradicating paint at the points of impact, the rebounding force redirecting their vehicle over to the side of the road, instead of it's rightful position on the asphalt.

They hit a tree at fifty miles an hour.

Light came back from his blackout to the sight of his lap below his hung head. His knuckles were bloody from his hitting his windshield, but other than that, he could feel that he weathered very few injuries. The scent of a burnt out engine filled the car, stinging his nostrils with a foul, synthetic, smoky aroma. The kind you only experience normally at race tracks. He raised his head to see that by some force of nature, he hadn't hit the tree head on, but actually on an angle that was severe enough to stop the car, but not crush it. The side it hi-

"FUCK!"

He flew over to his right, torso pulling at the seat belt, ignoring the burn of friction cuts.

He stopped dead.

His hands were in mid-reach, on their way to bony shoulders, his eyes stopped in their search of fatal injuries.

L had his head pressed against the top of the seat, his body stretched out, presumably the from the force of the impact. His limbs were unwound, arms laying limply by his thighs, legs unceremoniously stuck under the dashboard. His face was almost pointed in Light's direction, but angled at the ceiling.

His eyes were wide.

His smile was wider.

"L?" He inhaled sharply, deeply at the sound, ribs stretching in an instant to their fullest, only to release slowly.

"L!" The same reaction, but now his mouth was moving. The words that came out were a jumble of pronouns and names and words that weren't even comprehensible.

"L WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Bloodied hands took hold of relaxed shoulders, his face coming close to the other's.

"B, what're you doing? Snap out of it." Light retreated at that, those small, mumbled, contracted and first person sentences. His hands retreated, and L swiveled his too wide pupils over to the knuckels.

His teeth started to show.

"Is that hers B?" He started shaking now, eyes becoming unfocused, breaking erratic, hands clenching into fists. "Is that her blood B? Is that…"

Light couldn't take anymore.

In a swift movement, he unbuckled his belt and L's so he could properly sweep him into an embrace, feeling the crawling skin beneath his own. His buried that foreign face into his chest.

"B….. is that...mom's..." He squeezed harder, trying to keep that mouth silent, to keep stories he shouldn't be hearing yet untold.

With a second coming of that smell, Light remembered that they had just crashed into something, and there was a real chance of the car being a dangerous place to be. He therefore proceeded to haphazardly drag them both out of the car, avoiding shards of glass and distracting L enough with the process to make his words slide back into an undistinguishable stream of syllables.

He took them both roughly twenty feet away, L barely walking, Light supporting most of his weight.

His mouth was still going.

"What…Ne...ear…Why?" Seeing L in a sort of comatose like this was definitely stressful, especially when they just had a near death experience. He looked over to the car, taking in the crushed back passanger door, than back to L, taking in his own warped features. At least he wasn't smiling anymore.

But the hollow look in his eyes, the fearful frown were almost as bad.

It embodied his first assessment of him.

It was haunted.

He laid his babbling friend down, taking in a quick survey of injuries. He had seatbelt shaped blood spots coming through his shirt from the same friction cuts Light suffered from, and his jeans had dark splotches of red on then over his shins. They probably hit the dash and the impact split skin, even through jeans. His wrist had an already purpling bruise on it, probably also attained from the dash. He wondered if it was broken.

"Ok, we need help... help, help, help…." He was up and pacing, trying to figure out a form of communication, and trying to ignore his slight limp. His legs ached, and his ankles felt a little like they had been stretched a bit too far, perhaps from hitting the top of the alcove under his steering wheel.

He was missing a shoe.

His phone was back at school, dead, and forgotten under the clothes in his drawers.

L though…

L always had a phone on him, it's shape pronounced against the smooth shape of his hip.

He rushed back over to the now mildly convulsing boy, managing to dig in his pockets to effectively draw out a slim silver phone. He felt bad ignoring the obviously worsening of the other's condition, but the faster they had help on the way, the faster he could help him. He flipped open the phone, quickly locating the contacts.

There was only one.

Watari.

He dialed.

So, uh, I liked this XD I felt very passionate about this chapter, because I myself was in a car accident when I was in middle school, however we did hit head on a fifty, and the glove compartment collapsed on my leg, breaking my femur. I didn't want any serious injuries to be sustained, so that's why the angle thing happened. Also, I lost my shoe in my accident, I thought it's be cool to mention. That seatbelt thing really does happen by the way, but it doesn't hurt that much after like a day. Again, thought it'd be neat to mention. But I actually think I got sympathy pains from writing this because both my legs hurt quite a bit right now, hence why I stopped there. Lame, yes, but well, I can't be all cool when I'm writing through annoying pain, so I'll try to update soon, and I mean it this time!

Please drop a review, if for nothing else than to yell at me XD